Maid For Him

Chapter Eight

Francesca's POV

He lift me effortlessly into his arms I wrapped my  legs around his waist. I couldn't help but run my fingers through his thick wavy hair. The smell of his Cologne and the taste of peppermint on his tongue sent a chills down my spine. I wanted his skin against mine. I wanted him inside of me.

"Where is your bedroom?" He asked breathlessly, breaking the kiss. I could barely think let alone talk. "It's up the stairs to the right." I answered kissing him again. I squealed with delight at his strength and agility I was like a feather in his arms. When we reached my room he laid me down on the bed. I had not dressed to impress this evening I keep it simple because I was mad at him. My hair was in a messy ponytail and I wore my boy shorts and a tank top. Now  as I laid before him I wish I had put on my sexy  Victoria secret underwear. He stood back looking down at me. I watched has he removed his jacket, tie, shirt and shoes. I was anxious to see the whole package, but I could wait, the bed squeaked has he laid down on top of me " Your beautiful Francesca." He whispered in my ear. His warm breath and tongue caressing my ear lobe. Slowly he trailed kisses down my neck.. He branded me with the touch of his lips and his hands. He pulled my arms above my head and one swift move my shirt was off and his lips were caressing my nipples, I groaned with pleasure at the feel of his lips and tongue as he trailed kisses down my body removing my shorts and panties. Every place he touched   felt on fire. "Angelo." I cried in delight as his tongue caressed my most intimate spot. He spread my Iegs futrther apart. "Ohmygod" I screamed hoping my neighbors didn't come knocking.   He was eating me like it was his last meal. I buckled like a wild horse when  I felt his finger penetrate me moist wet pussy. "Angelo!" I screamed again and again. I  felt myself clinch his finger and I I came hard. My release  drenching him filling him.  He  took his fill and kissed my inner thigh. "Wow, all that for  me Francesca.  He said pulling away. I  was cold yet thrilled as he   finished  undressing himself, he was like Adonis. The man made my mouth water in anticipation. I wanted Angelo Binochi in a bad fucking way. I was hot,  wet, and ready. He stood before me with no shame. Binochi was well endowed. The boy was packing . Should I be scared ? Hell no I wanted every fucking inch. "You think you can handle this French?" OH he was cocky. " Binochi do you think you can work it like it needs to be worked.

He  smiled biting his lips shaking his head.  I know I was being bad.  He lifted his fully erect dick in his hand.And it was very impressive. I  was a like  junkie on crack I couldn't wait for that hit. I watch him reached in his pocket pulling out a condom and rolled it down his dick.  He was bad too. Next thing I knew Angelo Binochi  laid down on top of me. and asked me, "Is this what you really want Francesca?"

 I looked into his beautiful blue eyes  I knew that I would never be able to resist him anything."Yes, Angelo I want you."   His eyes seemed to change a darker shade of  blue as his lips claimed mine and his dick did too.

***** Hey readers, just want to let you know that it gets a little hot here just for a second.*****            

Angelo POV ***** Not to confuse you Angelo's POV is starting on the porch at the door

I pulled up to the quiet littIe block nestled in South Philadelphia not to far from Fat Larry's bar and Rob's mom's house. It was quiet and nice. I looked at the addresses and found the one Francesca had giving him .  I parked my  my Maybach  Landaulet hoping it was safe. I walked up the street to the house , walking up the steps I held the pink roses in my hand and rand the bell . I was anxious to see her and to get another kiss.  Shit I never felt anxious. I knew that I had a lot of explaining to to  but she would understand.  The door opened I was a little shocked.  I gave her my my best come get me baby smile.   That's when women usually invited me in and they  did their best to impress me. Not Francesca. She had on a tank top shorts and her hair was a mess like she just put it up to get off her shoulders.  She looked magnificent, beautiful and  damn I wanted her.  Standing before me her hands on her hips with attitude. God she took my breath away. I wanted to kiss her beautiful luscious lips and let down that messy hair but than she slammed the door in my face I was than hit me in my  head with a bouquet of flowers that I had personally selected for her. I couldn't help but laugh. I pulled her into my arms are lips met and I knew I was a goner. I lifted her up my arms  squeezzing and carried her into the house. I couldn't wait to feel her beneath me. I took the steps two at a time  I was anxious to be inside of her. I felt obsessed after  lunch with my mother. I knew I had to get to her to explain everything now, I lay here watching her sleep. I realize that I'm filling something new. I wouldn't mind being in a relationship with her. Waking with her in the morning sleeping with her at night laughing with her growing old with her. Oh my God what the hell is wrong with me. I eased out of the bed. Picked up my clothes prepared to leave and then, I looked back at Francesca her silly long brown hair and I knew I couldn't do that to her. Wrapping a towel around my waist. I put my things in her closet. I headed downstairs maybe she would like breakfast in bed.