“Turn around. Bend over. Place your hands on the wall,” Antonio directed. “What?” Angela gasped, uncertain of his intentions. “You heard me clearly, Freckles.” Despite her still-weak legs, Angela rose from the bed and moved to the wall, bending over as instructed. “Please don’t do it without a condom,” she pleaded. Antonio squeezed the sides of his eyes with his fingers, showing annoyance. “I thought I was clear, Freckles. I can’t do it with a condom…,” he said, looking at her intently, “but relax, I’m not penetrating yet.” He smirked. “Then what are you…” Before she could finish, his strong hands, veined and muscular, grabbed her slim hips and pressed his tongue deeply into her, his face covered in her juices. “What’s that… you’re eating it!?” Her voice rose, and she winced, pressing herself harder against Antonio’s face. He withdrew his face. “You’re being a bit disrespectful, my Queen… do it again.” “Stop being a freak, this… this… this… it’s so bad and so good,” Angela cried. In this position, his tongue penetrated deeply into her, finding the perfect angle. Antonio continued, his tongue working deeply while his thumb and finger massaged her clit. His nose almost touched her anus. “Mmmmh… fuck… Fuck me!” Angela exclaimed, shocked by her boldness, and covered her mouth in surprise. Antonio pulled away. “As you requested, my Queen.” He continued to use his tongue on her while Angela thrust her hips back against him. She cried throughout, pressing herself against his face, her juices dripping from his mouth. Antonio thought, I have never seen a woman flood like this. And it smells so good too, that’s the best part. You are wonderful, Freckles. Suddenly, Angela gasped loudly, her nails dug into the wall as her head flew back and her back arched, her orgasm overwhelming her. Her long red hair brushed Antonio’s forehead. “Yessss! Fuck…Fuck…mmmhhh…Fuck…”. Antonio felt goosebumps as her body trembled with pleasure. Her orgasm felt fulfilling to him. He held her waist tighter to ensure she climaxed on his face. “Let me go… stop… you can’t continue, it’s driving me crazy,” Angela said, her hips trembling uncomfortably. Antonio remained dedicated, his tongue moving over her clit until her trembling ceased. She collapsed onto the bed while he shamelessly licked the abundant pussy juice from her labia and down her muscular thighs. He parted her lips and ran his tongue along her slit, eliciting soft moans of appreciation. “You should have stopped, you almost killed me, you almost killed me.” She burst into tears, and for the first time, Antonio laughed childishly. He fell onto her and hugged her as if comforting her, his jaw hitting her stomach as he laughed. “You are evil, my soul was leaving my body, you snatched my soul.” Angela continued to complain in tears. “You are so cute, so stubborn, so sexy yet so cute.” Antonio laughed out loud. Then Angela paused and looked down at him, his hands wrapped around her as he laughed heartily. He looked unlike himself, laughing that hard. She wondered if she had ever seen him laugh like that. Of course not, but Diana must have. She frowned at that thought. “Why did I have to think about Diana, I’m not concerned about their relationship,” she cursed inwardly. Antonio’s laughter slowly stopped as he rested his head on her tummy. Being with him like this… feels good. Why am I suddenly attracted to this man? Why am I losing my mind over him? At this point, I don’t want to stop this game anymore. Will Damon be disappointed? She gently ran her fingers through his hair. Antonio felt it and looked up at her coldly. “Huh?” He raised an eyebrow, confused. Angela quickly withdrew her hand and looked away shyly. “So, are you ready?” He grinned. Without meeting his gaze, she nodded. “Great because… I have been waiting too long, this will be a lot of fun for both of us… might be hell.” I don’t think anything to do with him is hell at this rate, I’m so infatuated I don’t know what to do. Furthermore, I feel like I should hug him, maybe hint at my feelings, but will he consider them? Perhaps I should try. Antonio had his back to her, applying lube to his shaft when Angela hugged him from behind. His eyes drifted downward. “What now… you’re not ready yet?” “I am,” Angela replied, burying her face into his broad back in shame. “Then what’s this?” “A hug?” Antonio frowned. “I know what it’s called, what it’s for.” He turned to look at her. Angela stood there, hands clenched, holding back from confessing to him. “Huh?” Antonio frowned at her impatiently. She got down from the bed. Antonio watched her intently. She tied her hair up and knelt in front of him. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her slightly. “Hey, what the heck is wrong with you?” Angela said nothing. She kissed the tip of his shaft and licked the top with her small tongue as if she were licking ice cream. Antonio flinched and cursed, covering his mouth. “You don’t have to do that silly thing… I didn’t ask for it,” he murmured against his palm. “I want it… can I have it… just this once by myself, then you can go ahead?” Antonio gazed down at her, his hands still on his face, noticing how red his cheeks were. What is she planning to do? Drive me crazy with her soft kisses… I want to force her and gag her until she’s breathless, but those gentle kisses feel so good… maybe I should let her do her thing. Moreover, why is she asking to do it? Is ovulation some kind of drug for women? Why is she suddenly so submissive! “What’s going on in your little mind, Antonio?” She even used my line! He looked away and muttered, still hiding his flushed face. “Whatever, it’s all yours, be quick about it.” He glanced at her, then looked away and cleared his throat. “I mean, take your time.”