Antonio raised an eyebrow, staring at Olive as she continued her complaint. “You only stopped because she told you to! You've never stopped because someone told you to. What happened to Antonio Montero who takes orders from no one? All you care about is her, so what is the point of calling us over? You can have her... your poor little bride and leave us alone. I can't bear it any longer, but if you choose for us to stay, I demand you drag her out of this room immediately.” Antonio glanced back at Angela and found her stunned. He laughed and covered his face with a palm. “That's why I go both ways; women are so annoying.” He glanced back at Angela with a grin. “I guess it is what it is. You may leave.” Angela stood up to go. “Not you, Freckles.” Angela was confused and at the same time shocked. “What do you mean, not her!” Olive snapped, her blood boiling faster than ever. In a swift motion, Antonio grabbed her hair tightly and pulled her face to his. “You seem to have mistaken me for some of those simps in your DM. You don't tell me what to do; you are nothing but a doll to me... same applies to the others. The only reason I am letting you go is because of the intimate moments you had with me. Now take your slutty ass out of my bed.” He pushed her out of the bed. Olive fell on the floor, eyes swollen and wide. “You can't do that!” Olive cried loudly. “I can… toys are replaceable.” “I am not your toy! You can't treat me this way... like you treat the rest of them! What is it with you… you have changed... what do you care about her anyway? I heard you kissed her but you never kissed us... I wonder what else you have done to her that we don't know about.” Olive snapped angrily. Antonio smirked. “Well, I will show you.” He looked at Angela, who was shaking her head, unsure what he would do to her, but it must be something she hates. He went to her. “Lay on the bed and spread your slutty legs wide for me, Freckles.” Angela scurried in disbelief. “What? No… you can't… don't... not in front of….” “I can, you know I can.” He grinned at her. Angela glanced from his face to the confused faces of the two women on the bed, then down to the frustrated face of Olive, who was still laying down on the floor. She had no choice but to do as he said. She walked slowly to the other side of the bed and lay down, her eyes closed tightly and face red with embarrassment. Antonio smirked and turned to Olive. “You are right... I have done things to her that I have never done to any other woman, you see... my new favorite toy is quite a handful. I am going to suck and lick her wet hole till she begs me to stop. I will show you.” “No, please.” Angela trembled, dying of embarrassment, her hands covering her face and her heart racing nervously. Antonio pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her ass and hips were hanging just outside the bed. He knelt down between her long legs, which were resting on his shoulders. He could see her feminine lips quivering in front of him. The musky smell was intoxicating. His eyes went back to Olive's shocked face as he nibbled on Angela's inner thighs, teasing her. “This can't be happening.” Olive muttered in horror. The other two women looked like they had just seen a zombie apocalypse in reality. “Mr. Antonio.” Bella gasped. Angela was holding back so hard not to moan as he kissed her thighs and then shoved his tongue deep into her pussy hard. “He is really eating her up.” Zoe whispered. Antonio slid deeper into her and wiggled his hot tongue around. Her wetness was flowing heavily into his mouth and he could feel his face getting drenched. He pulled out and took a deep breath. “You are already dripping, Freckles. Is that how my tongue makes you feel? What a slut you are.” He mocked her. “Just... stop... this madness. I... I... beg you.” Angela stuttered, her hands clenched into the duvet beneath her tightly holding back. “My lord... is the word.” He started slapping her pussy softly and continuously until she replied. “My... my... lord.” She squealed and bit her lower lips tightly. Antonio smirked. “You like getting your pussy licked, don't you? You like it when I drill it with my tongue, huh?” “Please... please... stop...” She squealed loudly. Antonio spat hard on her pussy and his tongue slid deep into her wet kitty, this time devouring it, slithering in it. Angela let out a loud moan, her hips grinding on his face like it was a rock. She tried to control it but it was useless. “Ahhh! Ahhh!” Antonio could feel her pussy juice running down the sides of his lips as he continued to slurp and lick hard. She was now shamelessly fucking his tongue like it was a cock. Her hips slamming into his face as she hissed and grunted. She kept vibrating on his face, thrusting hard till she arched her back as orgasm swept over her. Antonio saw it coming and stood and watched Angela squirting hotly, crying in pleasure till her body melted down. He looked down at the throbbing shaft, erect and stained with precum. “Every damn time.” “How could you?” A voice interrupted his thoughts. “Hmmm?” Antonio looked at her beneath lowered lids. Olive's face was wet with streams of tears. “How... how could you go down on her... but you can't even spare me a kiss! Maybe a kiss... or maybe on the forehead... you fool! I feel so stupid... thinking you don't really know how to give pleasure to a woman... you... bastard!” Olive burst into tears. “This is not all, there's more.” Antonio replied roughly. “I am leaving! You are not even that hot... you homosexual freak!” She started picking up her stuff; the other two watched mutely. Olive continued. “What was I thinking! That you actually have great taste in women. Ha! What a joke you are, Mr. Antonio Montero. I will never come here until you beg me on your knees.” Olive cried loudly and left the room; the door slammed hard. Antonio turned to the other two. “Who is leaving with her?” The two women exchanged glances and said nothing. “As expected.” He grinned.