Late Night Uber Lover: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 5

He still has the gelato in his hands as we walk to the car. The parking lot is rather empty and there's a gentle, warm drift in the air.

We get into the car and the moment is electric with the desire to connect still resonating in the air.

He puts the key in the ignition, but he doesn't start the car. Instead he turns to me and smiles while he scoops a spoon of gelato into my mouth.

“I can still taste you," he says. I give him another spoon of the gelato as we sit in the car.

“How about we make our own ice cream cone he says as he unzips his jeans and reveals his p***s.

His large d**k is already hard, I put the gelato on his d**k.

At first, I'm shocked. Then that shock instantly turns to excitement when I see the veins of his large p***s sticking out. Ready to drill me with pleasure and sweetness.

His d**k rock hard for me.

It makes my heart melt and my v****a wet.

Is this really happening?

I take one look around to see if there are any cars.

It's empty out there and it’s even darker behind the tints.

It's a split decision moment, I lean in for it and place is raw d**k in my mouth.

I taste the tip and start sucking on him.

I take a scoop of gelato, put it in my mouth then start using his head as the cone as I smudge all the cream on his hard p***s.

He's moaning and wiggling loving every dose of this. I can feel the dampness in my panties turning to drips of nectar on my p***y. It's turning me on and I'm loving it.

I feel so wild, young and free…I'm alternating between adding more gelato and sucking his c**k. He’s loving the feeling each time.

There’s something so feral in me that just wants to unleash my naughty self.

I'm sucking on his d**k like it’s an ice cream cone as we park in the silent parking lot, he's rubbing the back of my head like he's searching for a genie.

Ring!

My phone's loud ringtone brings me back to earth.

I stop sucking his c**k to see who’s calling me and slightly regain my senses.

“It’s my friend Kayle. Let me answer it.” I say to him.

I start speaking to Kayle on the phone.

Mac wipes his d**k and buttons his pants.

He proceeds to eat the rest of the gelato in the cup with a spoon as I talk on the phone.

“Tell me, how did the date go?” Kayle says on the phone.

I’m trying to act cool without giving too much away. “We’re fine… I’ll… talk to you.”

“Oh. I see, you’re still with him right?”

“Yeah… So um–”

“Just promise me one thing… Don’t make it too easy for him. And whatever you do, don’t go to his house.” She says.

“Okay. Kayle, thank you. I’ll talk to you. Bye.”

I hang up and think about what she said as I clean my mouth on the visor mirror that lights up when I open it.

We’re still parked, his d**k is already neatly packed up in his pants.

His c**k is still hard, I can see it coiling around his thigh. Zipped but still hungry for more.

“I’m thinking I can take you somewhere else.” He says. “I want you to trust me.”

“Sure...”

“I want to show you where I live.” He says, “I want to take you to my house.”

“I thought we were going to the hotel.” I say.

“I don't have a lot of people I can trust, this shows how much I want you." He says. “Would you like that?’

I hesitate not knowing what going deeper with Mac would mean. He is rich and mysterious. What does he want with me?

“You’ve been opening up to me all night about your life and your family… But I’m still wondering why you are doing this. Why are you telling me this?"

"Because," he said, voice softening, "I want you to know who I really am. The real me. You're my one chance...”

I see the sincerity in his eyes as he looks at me.

“Okay.” I say, “I guess..."

He starts the car and drives to his place.

I don’t really know if I should be going with him… But I also want to trust him.

He seems like he’s being true and genuine to me though. I just feel like I should give him a chance.

My mind is going over the many scenarios that could be unfolding right now. Am I being too impulsive? Am I being naive again?

He drives fast and goes into the hills at high speeds, he’s moving through the curves with the dexterity of a professional.

He winds and weaves through the hills, getting higher until we’re at the top where there is a house that’s overlooking the whole metropolis.

It’s a wide and magnificent mansion with high walls covering the expansive landscape. I am startled and out of breath as he drives to the top, to his house.

It’s completely secluded and the view is beautiful.

There are a few guards patrolling with dogs and cameras around the house.

“Did you say you live around here?”

“Yeah, it’s my house."

He gets to the door, types the keyword, it scans his iris and it opens up for the both of us.

The moment he opens the door, I hear Kayle’s voice in my head and think to myself if I’m making the right decision.

Can I trust Mac?

Can I trust myself with him?

Should I be here with him or am I being a fool for his love?