radicalducati GET A ROOM
GET A ROOM
The silence between them lasted about a minute. “I love you, Angela,” Antonio said huskily, his voice muffled with feelings he could no longer control. “I have never said this to anyone in my life, but I know I have said this to you... and I won't stop saying it... I love you.” Never said this to even Diana? She heard that she had to think about Diana again, still insecure and jealous; however, there's no need to ruin this moment. Diana is dead, right? Angela smiled back shyly. “I love you too, Antonio.” She suddenly gasped as he pulled her into his arms in surprise. “Don't say that standing so far from me.” He whispered, squeezing her with his tight hug. Angela immediately melted against him, wanting to feel his heart beating with hers. Holding on tight, she suddenly felt an emotion to cry out; she sobbed loudly. “I am happy that you love me.” Antonio's eyes shot open for a second, then he smiled softly and shook his head. “Are you kidding? I am the unlucky one here, thanks for not leaving.” Antonio whispered back, holding the back of her head tightly against his chest. “Never knew you had such a calming voice. I love your voice—this deep and gentle.” Antonio pulled a naughty smirk after that statement. “Then I shall speak to you with this voice only.” He leaned into her, and his lips brushed against Angela's ear, his voice tender and urgent. Suddenly she heard him hiss against her ears. "I can't hold back anymore, Angel," he said. Angela smiled to herself; of course, Antonio was able to arouse her again, his shaft heavy against her. She could feel her body also reacting to his warmth. “Me too, I can't wait,” she said softly. Antonio's mouth met hers in a sudden hunger as they clung to each other in an embrace that was both fierce and possessive. Their bodies moved in sync, Antonio's hands sliding gently down Angela's back as she moaned softly in pleasure. Antonio gazed deeply into her eyes, his expression tender and loving. “Angela, I am never letting you go, not again, you know that, don't you?” he whispered, his voice low and husky, and kissed her neck down to her bosom. “I know.” She breathed hotly. His lips came back to hers, the intensity of the kiss leaving her body shaking. His hips pressed against hers, his desire obvious and poking her. Antonio's hands slid into her blouse and slowly caressed her ribcage, sliding further up to capture her breasts. Angela felt a wild yearning inside of her as his finger pinched her peach areolar. Angela threw her head back and gasped hotly. Suddenly they heard a dry voice from behind. “Wow.” Angela's heart leaped, and she opened her eyes and saw an upside-down image of her brother. She cursed and quickly stood straight, but Antonio didn't let go; he only looked up at the intruder. Jace became a statue in that minute, standing there with a disgusting expression on his face holding his game joystick. “Can you two get a room? You are embarrassing.” Angela pulled away from Antonio, her cheeks red with embarrassment. Low-key grateful it wasn't the twins, her body was still yet to calm down from all that fire from Antonio's touch, but she managed to keep it hidden. Antonio raised a curious brow and looked at her; she noticed and knew what he had in mind, so she frowned and nodded at him to go to the bedroom. Antonio didn't argue. Awkwardly, without saying a word, he walked towards her room, and Angela followed. Jace shook his head and settled on the couch. As soon as Angela closed the door behind her, Antonio grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers with a desperation like he's been holding back for years. Their hands moved with frantic urgency, tugging at buttons, unzipping zippers, eager to feel each other's skin against their own. Angela's head spun as Antonio pushed her up against the wall, the heaving of his shaft against her soft butt was sweet heaven, a stark contrast to the searing heat of his body against hers. Antonio was practically rocking against her butt to no other music than their hot pants, which filled the room. His breath against Angela's ears and his hands roamed across her body, greedy and demanding, as if claiming each and every part of her as his. Her hip responded, grinding against his hard, heavy shaft, and he responded with a low, animalistic growl. With a surge of adrenaline, Antonio turned her to face him. Angela caught a sight of his shaft being obvious in his pants. He caught her neck and kissed the life out of her lungs. Angela had to fill her oxygen back upon the release, but it wasn't the end. He hoisted Angela into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her towards the king-size bed, leaving a trail of discarded clothing on the floor. The bedsheets were cool and smooth against Angela's back as Antonio laid her down, his lips tracing a searing path down her neck. Angela arched her back, her boobs heaving with desire as Antonio continued his assault on her senses. His hands explored her curves, tracing her body like a map he had longed to rediscover. Angela moaned, tugging at Antonio's hair and pulling him up to meet her lips in a frenzied kiss. His breath came in shallow gasps as he fought to regain control, but the years of longing threatened to consume them both. In a desperate attempt to regain control, Antonio flipped Angela onto her stomach, pinning her hips down with his weight. His hand pinned her head in the bed, but he wasn't going all the way; he wanted to flex his monster cock against, grinding against her butt in a way that made Angela question if he had any bone in that waist. He certainly body rolls more than her, and he is hitting the spot! She could feel a small sensation of wetness gradually becoming a flood in her core as he continued his cowboy move on her.