Chapter 7: I Couldn't Resist Him

Chapter 7: I Couldn't Resist Him

Abigail

After dinner, I went up to my room as fast as I could. The image Luciano had in my head made me incredibly and fucking horny. I walked into my room and closed the door, leaving my back on it and trying to catch my breath. I was incredibly sexually frustrated and I couldn't exactly bring him up here with me to finish what he started, although that thought made me want to even more.

I decided to take a quick shower to calm myself, I stepped into the bathroom and took off my dress and underwear. I turned on the shower and locked the door. I wasn't sure if he was still downstairs but I knew I didn't need to socialize any longer. Stepping under the hot water, I wet my hair and cleansed my body. Taking a calming breath, I leaned my back on the cold wall and let the water run down my body.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to rest on the wall, my thoughts somehow went back to thinking about Luciano. His rough fingers and big hand, his perfectly styled but slightly messy hair. His sexy smile that could make any woman fall on their knees for him and the way his dick felt inside me. A quiet moan escaped my lips and I opened my eyes, noticing my hands had started touching my breasts and the spot between my thighs that so desperately wanted attention.

Still rubbing myself, I closed my eyes again and realized that I had to have my release or I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Moving my fingers faster, I carefully slipped one into my hole and whimpered at the sensation. I fantasized about the way he had fucked me, how rough and hard he was, dominating every centimeters of my body. The way he aggressively held my hair as he pounded into me from behind.

I could feel myself getting closer to the edge and I couldn't help but moan and begged as if he was right here with me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I moaned loudly, repeating his name over and over again. As I came down from my high, I exhaled and felt my body finally relax. After processing how easily his name rolled out of my mouth as I climaxed, I mentally cringed. I had just orgasmed to the thought of a man I knew I can have anything other than the one stand that we already shared. He is too old for me, and told my father he is thirty-eight years and I am just twenty years. I was just a little tipsy that day and I didn't really take in his appearance. But can you blame me? He was really looking so hot that night and I couldn't resist him.

After I dried myself off and went into my room, I went to my dresser and put on some underwear. Just panties as it was too uncomfortable wearing a bra to bed and when my head hit the pillow, I immediately drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, as it was summer vacation, I didn't need to wake up as early as I normally have to. I looked at the time, it was eleven in the morning if it even counted as morning still. I laid on my back and the event of last night replayed in my head in an endless loop. I sighed and sat up to walk out of the bed. My room was pretty big, I had a walk-in closet and two windows on one side that overlooked our huge garden.

As my father was the CEO of some big company, he had a good salary. We had a big house, like a smaller mansion but my parents loved to travel so they also had bought houses out of the country as well. Countries like Dubai, United States and we usually went there on vacation but this year we decided that we wanted to stay at home, it was my mother's decision. We have traveled a lot this year already and she wanted to be able to relax at home without flying somewhere. My father always respected her demands and I adored their relationship. They seemed as in love as the day they met and it was a beautiful sight and I couldn't be more happy for them.

I brushed my teeth to get rid of my morning breath and after I was done, I put on some shorts and a big pink t-shirt. It was rather hot out and I didn't feel like sweating. I walked down the stairs that led to the hall with the front door and walked into the kitchen. No one seemed to be at home and I was enjoying being able to be alone. We had maids that usually did all the cleaning and sometimes cooking but my mother loved to cook and she often did it. I opened the refrigerator and saw a note on top of a lunch box. I took the box and put it on the counter to read the note.

'l make some breakfast for you, be sure to eat it all. You need your energy, I am working at the shop today and your father is away to meet some clients. We will be back late tonight. Love, mother.’

I smiled at her concern, she knew I dislike eating too much in the morning. Breakfast wasn't my favorite meal. The sun lit up the whole house and I looked out to see it standing tall in the sky. Guess, I would be forced to entertain myself today. I could probably call my friends to come over and hang out but I felt like having a more relaxed day.

I put the pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs on a plate and took a glass of juice with me to the living room. I sat down on the huge couch and turned on the television to watch movies while I killed some time.

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It was already evening time, I looked at my phone to check the time and it was five in the evening. After breakfast, I changed into work out clothes and went out on a run. I took a trail in the woods nearby and came back sweaty as the sun had warmed me up. After a short shower, I had once again slumped down on the couch with a bowl of ice cream. I was now on the third season of my favorite movie and our cat was laying in my lap. I jumped a little when I heard my phone buzzing next to me.

I picked up the phone, it was a text message. I opened it and my face scrunched together in confusion. It was from an unknown number, I read it and my heart sped up.

'Hello, sugar plum. I am on my way and will be at your house in half an hour. I am bringing you some food as your mother suggested you needed company.’

What sugar plum? It was Luciano but how did he get my contact? He said my mother had reached out to him, it had to be her. I sighed, for all the people in the world, why must it be him that my mother would call to babysit me. She could have called my best friend, Jennifer. It was weird, I had already been alone for the most part of the day. Then I decided to write him back.