Loving The Mafia Boss

Chapter Three

Alice threw her head back as his mouth closed around her n****e, sending a tingling sensation down her body.

“Don't stop. Please don't stop,” she pleaded under her breath, arching into him and having him cup her cheeks.

“I won't stop if you don't want me to,” he whispered hotly against her ears, causing her p***y to react. She could feel it. She was wet and slippery. She was ready to take him. His full length inside her.

“When I start to f**k you, I won't stop. ""You must be sure about what you're asking,” he said.

Alice nodded. She wouldn't stop, and she wouldn't ask him to. She wanted him too madly. Too desperately to want him to stop.

He carried her from the car into the house. She didn't see her mom anywhere and she was glad. When he finally put her down, it was inside her bathtub. He took off his shirt and she stared at him, her mouth hanging open from the sheer shock of seeing how beautiful his body was.

He rubbed on his torso. He knew she was watching him with that wanton expression in her eyes and he didn't mind.

He looked at her. She was half immersed in the water and she could feel her body calling out to him. Above the water, her n*****s were hard and inviting. She wanted him to take them one after the other in his mouth again.

She liked how he made a desired course through her.

“Come, please. I can't bear to have you stand apart from me. I need your hands on me.. please,” she heard herself plead in a small voice.

He didn't move to her immediately. He took his time. She watched his c**k. It was hard and long. She wondered for a moment if she would be able to take all of him with her. She wasn't sure. But she wanted to have it Inside her.

He finally climbed into the tub and his skin made the first contact with hers in the water as he got her to sit on his lap. He had his shaft right at the entrance of her p***y and she hoped he'd slip it in soon. She couldn't wait any longer. Waiting was torture and she wanted it to end.

“You're beautiful,” he said, as he kissed her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. She moaned softly.

She rubbed against his erection, her action urging him to enter her.

“Where did you learn that from, you lusty little thing?” He asked in an amused tone.

She didn't respond, she simply let out a moan.

“f**k me now, please,” she heard herself plead when he still didn't enter her.

“I will,” he assured

When Alice opened her eyes, it was to the realization that she'd just had a wet dream about Rodriguez Pedro.

She stood up slowly and walked to the bathroom. She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face. Then she looked into the mirror.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked herself softly.

She wrapped her arms around her chest and leaned on the sink. Her face was still pink, her eyes a little glassy. She had never thought about a man like this before. But Rodriguez was different. He wasn’t just a man. He was dangerous, strong, and mysterious. He was everything her father would hate. But he was everything she couldn’t stop thinking about.

She didn’t tell Melanie about the dream. She couldn’t. It was too personal. Too real. Too raw.

Later that morning, Melanie came to her room. She knocked once, then pushed the door open.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Melanie said, grinning. “We’re going out for brunch. Get up!”

Alice turned from the mirror. “Who’s we?”

“Me and Logan. You’re coming too.”

Logan was Melanie’s boyfriend. He was tall, had short brown hair, and always smiled. He was friendly, always joking around.

Alice nodded. “Okay. Just give me ten minutes.”

“Make it five,” Melanie teased. “I’m hungry.”

Alice changed into a yellow sundress. It was light and soft. She brushed her hair and tied it up in a loose bun. Then she put on a little makeup, just enough to cover how tired she looked.

When she stepped out, Logan smiled at her. “Morning, Alice. You look pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

They all got into Logan’s car. The radio was on, playing soft music. Melanie and Logan laughed and talked the whole ride. Alice smiled sometimes, but her mind wasn’t with them. Her thoughts kept going back to the dream. To the way Rodriguez had touched her, kissed her, held her.

They reached the cafe. It was small but nice. There were green plants everywhere, and the air smelled like coffee and pancakes. They chose a table by the window. A waiter came over and gave them menus.

Melanie leaned across the table. “I’m getting the waffles with strawberries. What about you?”

“I’ll have the same,” Alice replied.

Logan ordered eggs and toast. They talked about a new movie, some people from college, and a small trip they wanted to take soon. Alice listened and gave short answers, but her eyes sometimes drifted away. She imagined Rodriguez walking into the cafe. She imagined him sitting next to her, holding her hand under the table.

Melanie noticed her quietness. “Are you okay?”

Alice nodded. “Just didn’t sleep well.”

Melanie reached out and touched her hand. “If you ever want to talk, you know I’m here, right?”

Alice smiled. “I know. Thanks.”

Their food arrived. It looked good, and the smell made her stomach growl. She took a bite, but the taste didn’t stay with her. Her thoughts kept returning to the dream. She looked out

the window, thinking.

“What would it feel like to have Rodriguez f**k her?”