Antonio's eyes widened in disbelief. “Use protection?” He scoffed. “I wouldn't mind if it was some blonde making such a request, but you…” He lifted her chin and smiled at her flushed face and slightly wet eyes. “Have you ever been inside yourself? I'm sure you have no idea what you taste like, Freckles?” Angela was too shy to meet his gaze. “You are incredible, Freckles, and you want me to wear protection? Don't let your beautiful lips encourage such nonsense again.” He brushed his thumb against her lower lip, then straightened up. “I won't wear any protection,” he declared. Angela looked away, her face growing even redder. “It's just that… it's my ovulation… I might…” “Have my babies?” he replied. Angela looked at him intently. The excitement and greed in his eyes scared her somewhat. “We will make beautiful babies,” he responded. Angela could tell he was serious by his expression. Suddenly, Damon came to mind—how would she explain this? He did give her a pass to sleep with Antonio, but not to get impregnated by him. “First, we need a room.” Antonio's voice interrupted her thoughts; she blinked and saw him by her door. She looked away in embarrassment, heat flushing her cheeks. Suddenly, she couldn't hold his gaze—why was she so shy with him? Isn't he the same man? Then what happened? Could this be just her ovulation affecting her? Could it be that she suddenly felt attracted to him because she wanted to be intimate so badly? The car door opened before she could say a word. Antonio quickly swept her into his arms and shut the car door. His heart pounded as he pressed her against him, heading to the suite. Angela didn't resist but slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his neck in shame—his scent… the cologne was so masculine and his chest broad; she felt safe there and also wet, she wanted him… this had never happened before… she wanted him so much she would beg him to touch every part of her. This isn't a drug effect; then what is this feeling? Antonio carried her towards the reception, where uniformly dressed male and female staff welcomed him. The staff's eyes gossiped about Antonio and the brunette lady in his arms. It was always the blondes! “Welcome, sir.” “Your room key, sir.” A lady handed him a key. Antonio took the key and ignored them, going straight to the elevator. He finally arrived in the bedroom and gently set her down on the bed, his face tense with restraint. Angela's breath caught as she lay back against the pillows and watched Antonio begin to unzip his trousers. She wanted to do it herself, pull his pants and watch his massive erection appear, slap his hard abs, taste him, play with his balls… Wait….what on earth would she call that? That would be very shameless! Have some shame and dignity, Angela thought, dismissing it from her mind. Antonio finally pulled his pants down past his legs before pushing them off his feet; then he straightened up. He grinned and stood proudly naked, his massive erection reaching his navel and beyond. Angela doubted she could encircle it with her fingers. She felt her throat hurting just by looking at its girth. She noticed Antonio studying her reaction, then forced her face away, her cheeks pink. “I love that you still blush at the sight of my arousal, even though you've seen and felt it many times,” he said with a smirk and took a step closer to her. “Can you give me some time to get ready?” Angela said slowly, pulling the duvet to cover herself. “Are you joking? You are that wet, Freckles; you are more than ready.” “You are too big… being wet isn't enough, I need to loosen up,” she replied. Antonio's brows arched in a frown. “I have no time, I will get you ready myself.” With one hand, he pulled her up from the bed and unzipped her gown, slowly down the lean of her back, revealing an attractive cleavage and small shoulders. Angela pulled her hands out of the sleeves, and the dress slid to her feet. He unhooked her bra and pulled her pants down to her feet, his eyes fixed on her soft, ample ass until she was as naked as Eve. Impatiently, Antonio scooped her into his arms and walked to the bed. “Wait…wait…” He ignored her words and threw her onto the bed. Angela's hair fanned out around her, her mouth slightly open, enhancing her sexual appeal. Antonio held her down with his body, pinning her arms above her head, then stared down at her intently. Angela shrieked as he spread her legs and pressed his hard cock against her pussy. His cock throbbed heavily, visibly so. That scared Angela. “Please just let me get ready,” she pleaded. “Like I said, I will get you ready myself,” he replied again with a frown and put his fingers into his mouth, moistening them with a serious expression. Then he placed them on her feminine lips' button. Angela flinched and twitched at the sensitivity of his fingers brushing her clitoris. How could he be so gentle? It made her as wet as a flood! He was stimulating her clit so well that it was twitching and throbbing for more. “You have a lot of juice down here; I don't need any lubrication, Freckles.” Antonio grinned at her juice gushing out. “And you smell so good, too.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking down at her cunt lustfully. “Don't look at it that way; it's embarrassing!” Angela snapped. “Embarrassing for you, not me, so I don't care.” He suddenly slid both fingers in at once. Angela's eyes rolled back; she clenched the sheet beneath her. “How can your fingers be that big?” She snapped out of it. “You really need to loosen up if my fingers can make you feel that way.” He started rotating his fingers inside her. “No…not…that…no….” Angela snapped.