Angel With A Shotgun | 18+

sixty one

ALEC ROMANO

Warning: Contains sexual/mature themes.

After wiping Amara's release off my lips, I lie down on my bed, my bare chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

"You taste amazing." I sigh with content, watching her get comfortable beside me.

Aside from the obvious tent that's in my boxers, I'm quite comfortable. Amara is completely naked with her beautiful tits out. "My turn?" She pouts, biting her plump lips.

I groan, putting my hands behind my head as I shimmy down the bed.

"You don't have too." I assure her, watching her eyes go from light to dark in an instant. She straddles my waist, her bare heat sending shock waves to my c0ck as I begin to get excited.

Her hands play with my waistline before she dips underneath, soft fingers touching my sensitive area. Tingles shoot through my body and I flinch, watching her move down my body while her eyes are set on me.

And just like that- I'm gone.

My boxers are gone and her eyes widen as she licks her lips, holding my hard-on in her small hands. She looks at it before bringing her head down, enveloping it entirely before coming back up for air.

She does this a few more times and I'm writhing with pleasure, "Holy f-fuck Amara." I've never had head this good before, she has me stuttering!

I feel the familiar heat pool in my stomach and she continues to apply pressure, her nails digging into my thighs as she squeezes her eyes shut, my seed shooting into her throat. She coughs, only once before pulling away, showing me her clean mouth.

The fact that she swallowed, turns me on again.

I'm painting, beads of sweat on my forehead as I come down from my high, "Now we both got what we want." She smirked, beginning to get off the bed.

"Where the hell are you going?" I rush out, rolling over and grabbing her elbow, trying to steady myself.

Pulling her toward me so her naked back is flush against my chest, "To bed?" She laughs.

"Sleep here." I say.

She looks at me, unsure, "Are you sure?"

I nod, "I'm sure." A small smile
making its way to my lips.

She looks hesitant, but nods anyway, using the hairtie on her wrist to tie her hair up before climbing under the covers. I follow her movement, our hot bodies mixing with the heat from the blanket.

We lay side by side, sweaty arms brushing every so often.

Then, she turns over and lays on her side. I glance to her, seeing her shoulders and I kiss them, feeling her shiver, "Goodnight Amara."

Her hand pulls my arm around her waist, "Goodnight, Alec."

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When I wake the next morning, I wave my hand over the sheets, it's cold.

I frown, lifting my head. I can smell her perfume lingering and turn my head, there's a note on the pillow.

Alec,
Took the boys to school,
Home soon

Amara

I held the note in my hands, "Giovanni." I call.

He comes into my room, "Did Amara take the boys to school on her own?" I said, slightly frantic and I am now completely awake.

He nods, shrugging, "Why!" I yell.

"You wouldn't wake up and I was at the hospital with Marco. Don't blame me, buddy." Giovanni smirked.

I growled, getting out of bed, "Oh- really dude? Put some pants on. Fuck sake." Giovanni screams, grimacing as he exits my room.

I throw the note away and shimmy on my pants from last night as well as a white shirt and suit jacket.

"Tell the driver to pull the car around."
I call over the intercom, slipping on my shoes before brushing my teeth quickly in the bathroom.

"Drivers here!" Esther smiles up at me, patting my on the arm, "She will be fine, Alec."

I get into the car, not sparing a second glance at anyone as the door is opened for me.

Pulling out my phone, I dial Finns number.

"Dude- what? I'm in class." He hisses, "Where's Amara?" I hiss back.

"She said something about going to visit Marco at the hospital, I don't know."

I hang up immediately, "Hospital." I knock on the partition.

She better be there.

When we finally pull up, I thank the driver and rush into the building, praying that nothing has happened to her.

"Excuse me sir-" Someone reaches for me, "I have a friend here."

Making the familiar route to Marco's room, I stop in my tracks when I see Amara by Marco's side.

Her face is down, eyes are sad.

She sniffs and it's then I noticed her shiny face with glistening tears.

"- And I'm sorry Marco." She says, "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything else to help you." Her voice breaks and my heart snaps.

"I wish it were me who were shot instead of you. Then maybe we wouldn't be in this position."

What is she talking about?

"We need you Marco. Come back to us, please." Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"Alec." A shrill voice echoes in my ear. I freeze, turning to see my mother. Who is standing behind me.

She is wearing casual leather pants and a white blouse with Louis Vuitton heels, "Don't you look nice." I grimace.

"Well, I was called to the hospital to keep tabs on your girlfriend since you are unable too." She says harshly at me.

"Wait- why are you here?" My brain is so confused.

"You haven't been doing your job, Alec." She hits my arm, "You are supposed to watch her, keep an eye. And here you are, two hours late and smelling like a strip club."

I take a step back, "I-"

"Save it. Your Uncle Mattia is coming to New York next week. We will discuss it then. Until that, stay out of trouble and keep your eyes on her." She points to Amara and I turn to her. Her shoulders sink and she raises her hand to wipe her tears.

Only to find my mother gone when I turn back around.

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Uh oh! Uncle Mattia, are you scared? ;)

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