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ESTELLA'S SCREAMS FILL THE KITCHEN, my eyes amused and entertained to an unbearable extent watching as Antonio and Matteo shove random toys in front of her face in order to calm her down.
They suck at this.
"Look at this ugly-looking elephant. Smile for 'em Stella," Matteo coos in a mini high-pitched voice.
Antonio fumbles through her large bright blue duffle bag, looking for anymore toys that could help, only to slump in annoyance when he doesn't see anything.
"You guys look like crap," I mutter, popping another strawberry into my mouth.
I mean they really do. Bags under their eyes, disheveled hair. They haven't done a single ounce of work these last 3 days it's fucking crazy.
They're either taking care of Estella or sleeping through the afternoon.
"Shut up," they both grumble at the same time.
The reason as to why I'm not so keen on helping is because I'm the one who does afternoon and night duties. Meaning I have to bathe her before bed time, change her, feed her, wake up whenever she wakes up and cries. You get the idea.
But the main reason is because this is so entertaining. Anyways, compared to them I can't say anything either. I look like complete shit too.
"Yeah I'm going to get ready now, I need to be at Angelica's studio by 3pm and Justina and Angelo should be here soon. Make sure all her stuff are packed and ready," I mutter looking at the clock on my phone to see that it's 1:58 pm.
They don't even bother with a proper reply but nod and shoo me off.
Rude?
-♛-
Grabbing my duffle bag from the back I close the door, locking my car and raise my sunglasses to get a better look at the large building.
Multiple vehicles are packed outside, most of them being vans.
I pull my phone out from the back pocket of my jeans and send a short text to Angelica that I'm here, which she instantly replies by telling me to come to the entrance.
Guards are waiting inside for me and ask for my identity before leading me through some beautifully decorated hallways and to a large room with multiple camera's, machines, models, make-up artists and more.
"Zamira!" Angelica calls out, motioning me over to her. A smile enlightens my face as I get closer and engulf her in a tightening hold, both excited and relieved to see her after the last 3 days and 2 nights I've been going through.
Maybe insisting to babysit Estella while Justina and Angelo were on a short honeymoon wasn't the best since I knew that I had to get ready for this shoot.
I can't believe that some model would bail on Angelica like that. Fucking crazy if you ask me.
The day after the wedding and the day of which I woke up to a throbbing head and sore legs, Angelica had asked for help since finding out that one of her most favored models had bailed and backed out of an important shoot that had to be done urgently.
Of course I accepted because it seemed fun but also just to do say thank you and do something after all she's done for me.
Mainly because it seemed fun though.
That brings us to today. Me being a model for my 'mother'. It's so exciting.
"You look tired dear," she frowns. "Mario," she yells, calling for one of the male models who turns and rushes over to us, leaving a conversation he was having with a guy which seemed to have had him blushing.
"This is Zamira, the person you'll be modeling with. Show her to the room next to yours please," she smiles.
"And make sure they get her ready in an hour. We're running behind time here- hey you smile more please," she drifts off into another conversation.
Well damn.
"I'm Mario nice to meet you," he pulls his hand out with a smile. "Zamira," I let his soft, large hands cover mine as we share a quick handshake.
Mario has blonde hair, hazel eyes, wears dark nail polish and a few piercings. He has muscle but not too much and a beautiful figure. For a man of course.
Don't tell Antonio I said that.
He leads me to the changing room and explains how things will work once I've been 'touched up' and also tells me a bit about himself before he leaves and goes to get ready himself once dropping me off at the door.
I'm glammed up to perfection, my hair and make-up being done by kind perfectionists who share a few jokes and stories with me. Once I'm ready and in the red lingerie which matches Mario's briefs we get started with our photo shoot, doing 'touchy' poses directed by the photographer.
"Is this ok?" he breathes in lightly holding my ass. "It's ok. You seem tense, just relax," I smile looking up at him. He smiles back and a light flash blurs my vision, the photographer cheering us on.
"Perfect, beautiful. That was amazing you two. Next outfit yes?" he calls out rushing towards a large computer which stores some of the pictures.
Looking around my eyes meet some familiar dark brown ones who hold anger, jealousy and hatred. Not only does he glare at me but at Mario. This makes Mario go as red as a tomato.
"Go change Mario," I tap his chest with my hands, instantly removing it as if it's burnt me when Antonio moves his eyes to the movement.
"Yes, I-I'll see you soon," Mario stutters glancing at Antonio one last time.
Antonio storms up to me like a toddler and tilts my head up, "Why did you let him touch you like that?" he grits in jealousy lowly.
"It was for the photo-"
"I don't give a damn about the photo shoot. I don't like that he was touching what's mine like- like you were his." he grits.
"You know what maybe coming here wouldn't have made my day better," he drags me off.
"Amore-"
"Antonio quit it-" I grit when we enter my changing room. I instantly go for the ice cubes in the freezer and place one into my mouth, trying to cool myself off even though the air conditioner and a few fans are on.
Oh this is good. I love ice cubes.
"Antonio, Mario, he's-"
"Fucking dead after this damn photo shoot," he interrupts.
"Why are you so fucking possessive. You know that I love you and would never let any other man touch me unless..."
"Unless what?" he says, trapping me against the couch. "Unless..."
"There are no exceptions. Even if it were still my mothers photoshoots Zamira. You're mine. I'm yours. We both said it. So if I feel the need to be possessive to protect what- who I love..." his thumb traces over to my bottom lip.
"It's only for today..." I breathe.
"It shouldn't be for any day," he grabs an ice cube and places it between his teeth. Gently biting onto it as he sinks down on his knees.
My eyebrows scrunch up as I go to protest and grab my ice cube back from him.
"Open your legs darling," he commands.
My breathing hitches and becomes labored, my pussy already drenching itself as I do as ordered, feeling cool and steady breaths near my core.
This isn't the right time-
Fuck it who cares.
He drags the ice cube along my thighs, leaving cold and wet trails along the way.
The red lace panties being pulled aside, a cold substance replacing their original whereabouts which has a breathy moan escaping me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as a light sting appears. The feeling is nice, cooling but also a little weird and new.
"You shouldn't even be in this outfit. No one should be seeing you in this. Only me," he growls licking up the melted ice which has been warmed by my juices.
"Antonio," I breathe.
"Mine," he growls.
"Mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to damage, mine to love, mine to marry. Mine," he begins to plunge his tongue into me at a fast and controlled pace.
Another ice cube is grabbed and rubbed all over my body which has me shivering and whimpering in need.
"Who's are you?" he groans into my clit.
I don't reply but grip his hair tightly, pulling him into me. "Answer me," he growls.
"Yours, yours only yours- fuck-" I curl my toes.
"That's right amore," he pinches a nipple that pops out through the fabric of the bra.
"Mine," he whispers.
A whine of desperation comes from me when he pulls his tongue out right as I'm about to reach my high. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down along with his briefs, his long length springing down leaving me stars truck.
I'll never not be surprised by how he can fit inside of me.
He unbuttons his shirt and goes to take it off but I shake my head, holding his chest, wanting him to stay in it.
"My needy little whore," he palms my ass and groans into my ear.
"Please," I whimper.
The red laces are discarded from my body, then the tip of his dick is lined at my entrance, holding it's position there for a few seconds as Antonio finds a way to hold himself up.
"Try not to be loud yeah? These walls are thin and people can hear you. Unless of course you want them to. I won't stop you," he whispers into my ear.
I don't have time to come up with a witty response but feel myself being filled up to the brim by Antonio's large size, a loud, thundering scream escaping me. He wastes no time in thrusting in and out of me without letting me adjust which has me clenching around him hard, tears falling from my cheeks.
Two ice cubes enter my open mouth and I'm commanded to suck while he drags another two along my chest with his mouth.
"Antonio," I moan, rolling my hips into him to meet his thrusts.
"That's it darling," he moans, increasing his devilish pace.
My nails dig themselves into his hard chest, earning screams of pain and pleasure from him. With all our sinful noises I'm sure people are worried as to what's happening.
"I-i need to-"
"Hold it. I want to you to hold it until I say you can. Girls who talk back and disobey my words don't get to cum," he growls.
"I didn't know," I cry.
"You should've known as soon as you were marked mine," he bites into the side of my neck.
I moan louder.
"Because it's the same fucking day you marked me yours," he finishes.
A few ice cubes lay between our naked bodies, one dragged down to my clit and used to rub harshly making it hard for me to breath and only focus on how swollen I am.
God it feels good.
"Harder," I choke out, a tear slipping free from my eyelids.
Antonio smirks and crashes our lips together in a possessive kiss, my teeth sinking into his lips to ease the pain, which only causes him to moan and increase his pace.
At this point all I see is stars, all I can feel is him. All over me, everywhere.
Touching, groping, caressing, loving me.
"I love you," I moan looping my hands around his neck.
His lips leave mine and he kisses my forehead, his eyes holding a soft look with a glint of lust. "Anch'io ti amo," he whispers against my lips.
A few more hard, deathly thrusts before he says the magic words that bring me relief every single time.
"Now cum, cum for me amore," he claims my mouth once again, our tongues dancing, and caressing each other as we both let out shattering orgasms which has a few of our 'mixed juices' rolling down my thighs
"And Antonio," I whisper breathlessly once we pull back.
"Mario's gay..." I peck his lips.
His face tints into a bright shade and I let out a snort, once he drops his head down.
"Idiot," I kiss his forehead.
" Fucking hell," he sighs.
My idiot...
Whew... Never yawned so much in the span of 3 minutes. It's tiring.