My Mafia Madness 2

Chapter 28 - The Limo Ride

Dante was really showing off with everything he had organised for them this evening.

The stretch limousine was only the beginning of what he had in store for her and the entire duration of the ride, Alexa couldn’t help but smile at him.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight, bella.” Dante cooed, stroking a wavy strand of her smooth blonde hair away from the long lashes of her eyes.

“Is that so?” she challenged playfully, tilting her head off to the side with a smile.

“It took everything I had not to just cancel everything and drag your ass back upstairs to devour you.”

He spoke with a deeply seductive tone to his voice, and it was seriously turning her on.

Swallowing away nerves and licking her ruby red lips, she spoke hesitantly.

“Dante, they might hear you up front.”

“Let them hear us.” he replied almost immediately.

“I want the whole world to know just how f*****g beautiful my woman is…”

He paused, leaning in to smell the scent of her skin as he ran his mouth over her neck. It gave her the chills and she sucked in a breath.

“So… f*****g… beautiful…” he whispered.

His hot breath fanned out across her skin, causing her to close her eyes and enjoy the sensations he was beginning to stir from her.

Alexa couldn’t help but moan in delight at the feeling of his lips as they pressed up against her skin, caressing her with a sudden desire to consume her.

“Mmmm….” she barely made out the sound in her newly husky voice, while holding onto the back of his head with both her hands.

“You should learn to control yourself, Mr. Romano.”

Her words caused an immediate reaction from him as he let out a deep and animalistic growl before grabbing the side of her face and forcing it to face him.

The Mafia Don then crashed his stubble surrounded lips against hers with a new level of pitted hunger.

The two kissed with such passion and want, as their hands began exploring senselessly. It was becoming harder and harder to control themselves the more they were around one another.

Suddenly coming to some form of mid-level sanity, Alexa pulled apart from his delicious lips to speak.

“We should probably stop this… before it gets out of hand…”

Dante merely groaned his response as he panted heavily, his hooded emerald eyes boring deeply into hers.

“I can’t wait until after dinner to have you, bella.” he announced as his eyes raked over her hungrily.

Her brows furrowed inwards.

“But, what about dinner?”

“We still have about twenty minutes until we reach the restaurant.” Dante admitted with a devilish grin. One that looked quite handsome on him.

“What exactly are you suggesting?” she keenly queried.

Dante’s smooth tone caused her skin to tingle all over as he gave her his reply.

“How about a quickie?”

Alexa’s eyes widened at the idea.

“Seriously? In here, right now?”

She seemed unsure about this.

Dante’s grin never faltered, not even for a second as he nodded slowly.

Alexa bit her bottom lip nervously, looking towards the tinted window divider separating them from their driver Luca and Nicola who both sat up front to accompany them this evening.

Added security, so to speak.

She wondered how thin the divider between them was as she contemplated agreeing to Dante’s enticing suggestion of f*****g him right here, right now inside the limo.

It was of course highly risky.

Alexa had never done anything like this before, but for some unknown reason, she was finding it difficult to control herself around this intoxicating man right now.

With a sudden surge of confidence and feeling totally caught up in their heated moment together, Alexa came to her decision and announced it with a smirk.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Get your pants off.”

His expression changed to one of shock as her response took a moment to sink in and then returned to the devilish grin once more as he grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her in for another searing kiss.

Within a matter of seconds Alexa had herself worked to unzip his pants while Dante positioned himself so that he was seated right on the edge of the leather car seat.

He watched in delight as she pulled her skirt right up to her hips and slid one leg over his waist, straddling him from front on.

Fuck, she looked beautiful like this, he thought to himself as he watched her intently.

But suddenly his mind muddled as Alexa lifted herself and swiftly slid the tip of his rock-hard c**k inside her wet p***y with little effort.

As she did Dante gasped, quickly realising the naughty little secret that she had been hiding from him so far this evening.

“Bella?” he taunted her with his playful question.

“Why aren’t you wearing any panties?”

Biting her bottom lip as she kept her eyes fixated on his, Alexa lowered herself down slowly onto his length, one delicious inch at a time.

She didn't need to give him a verbal response.

Alexa wanted to watch for his reaction while she did this; to see what she was doing to him and how badly she could affect him.

When she had fully impaled herself on him, Alexa steadied herself, holding onto the back of the car seat behind him as she began to thrust back and forth at a painfully slow speed.

It was killing him; the level of intense pleasure he was experiencing right now, and all thanks to this stunning goddess straddling him.

“Cazzo di inferno!” (f*****g hell!)

Dante cursed to himself in his native language, throwing his head back against the car seat’s headrest and closing his eyes as a state of complete euphoria took him over.

For Alexa, hearing him speak in Italian while she satisfied him was enough to push her right over the edge and she began thrusting harder and harder against his hips.

“Mmmm… I love it when you speak Italian.” she cooed softly, overcome with pleasure as her exposed p***y gyrated on top of him.

“Is that so?” he croaked.

Dante’s eyes narrowed with excited challenge. Armed with this new knowledge, he knew exactly what to do to get her off.

He would talk dirty to her in Italian.

Not that he believed she would understand a single word he had said. But if hearing him speak in Italian worked for her, he would gladly do it without question.

“Cavalcami piccola... cavalca il mio cazzo di cazzo!” (Ride me baby…. ride my f*****g d**k!)

With her new knowledge of speaking some Italian, Alexa could understand most of what he had said just now.

Something about riding him.

There was also mention of a baby...

Trying not to think too much into it, she focused more on the sound of his language as each word rolled off his delectable tongue.

It quickly sent her off into oblivion as she felt herself beginning to convulse on top of him, her legs tensing up as she desperately gripped onto the car seat behind his head.

“Dante… I’m… I’m coming…”

She panted the words out, still continuing to thrust into him in perfect rhythm as she suddenly felt dizzy from her orgasm.

Her manicured nails dug into the leather seat as she rode out her euphoric waves, one after the other.

“s**t… me too…” Dante added, opening his eyes and gazing into hers as he felt himself beginning to come undone.

And only two thrusts later Dante suddenly tensed up, tightening his hold on both her hips as he grunted and emptied himself inside her.

“f**k! Uhhh!”

As he let out such guttural groans, his voice sounded far deeper than normal.

The Mafia Don rode each wave of aftershock as it came one at a time, until his breathing eventually began to return to normal once more.

The pair lay with Alexa on top of Dante as they both breathed heavily for a moment in silence.

When she felt able to, Alexa began to sit herself back up and adjust her dress so that it slid back over her thighs and down to her knees again.

She scooted across to sit beside him as Dante promptly pulled his pants back up, doing his belt up and zipping up his pants with a satisfied smirk curving the corners of his mouth.

“We really should do that more often.” Alexa announced smiling as she used the inbuilt mirror from the limo to fix her hair and make-up before they arrived.

She heard Dante's deep voice chuckling from beside her.

“Anytime you want, amore mio.” he replied.

-

Around ten minutes later the limo pulled up right outside of a glitzy restaurant right in the middle of the city.

People were lined up along the edge of the building waiting for their chance to score a table, so as soon as Alexa noticed this she knew that this place must be popular.

The limo door opened on the right-hand side, allowing Dante to exit the car before he held out his hand for Alexa to take it and follow along afterwards.

Taking his outstretched hand, she stepped out of the limo to view the crowd of people cued and waiting along the outside of the massive building.

This felt like deja vu all over again.

With her hand in his, Dante proudly strolled up from the curb side towards the entrance of the restaurant, being led along by Nicola at the front and Luca behind them, flagging at the rear for added protection.

The valet had promptly seen to their limo so that both Nicola and Luca could escort the couple inside on their dinner date.

Being who he was, a man as infamous as Dante Romano would need around the clock protection, even while on holiday here in Italy.

He always had someone tagging along for that sole purpose.

After Nicola had informed the men on the door of the restaurant of who he was escorting inside, they eagerly opened both doors for Dante and Alexa with bright, dazzling smiles plastered on their faces.

Dante meant money for their business.

And to Dante Romano, money was power.

“Benvenuto, signor Romano.” (Welcome Mr. Romano.) a man standing just inside of the doorway greeted Dante at first, giving him a solid handshake.

“Mi chiamo Francesco. Sono il proprietario.” (My name is Francesco. I am the owner.) the man proudly stated in incredible Italian.

“Siamo molto felici di averti qui a cena con noi questa sera. E, naturalmente, se c’è qualcosa che posso fare per te, chiedi pure.” (We are very happy to have you here for dinner with us this evening. And of course, if there is anything I can do for you, feel free to ask.)

Dante nodded his head as he replied with a singular word.

“Thank you.” (Grazie.)

Francesco then turned his attention towards Alexa with a charming smile.

“E chi è questa bellezza?” (And who is this beauty?)

Dante smiled, turning his head to the side to glance proudly at his beautiful woman while he responded to the question in Italian.

“Questa splendida bellezza è la signorina Alexa Myers... il mio appuntamento.” (This gorgeous beauty is my date… Miss Alexa Myers.) Dante announced before adding one more thing.

“E preferirei se parlassimo in inglese con lei.” (And I’d prefer if we talked to her in English.)

Francesco nodded his head while holding out his hand for Alexa in greeting.

“Miss Myers, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Francesco announced with a thick accent.

“Ah, you speak English.” Alexa beamed happily.

“Fantastic.”

“I learned when I was little. My mother insisted.” Francesco briefly explained.

She smiled in response, nodding her head.

His English seemed forced, and his accent was quite strong when compared to the other men she had spoken to in the past couple of months. But Alexa could still make out everything he said to her which felt good for a change.

“And might I say, you look very beautiful this evening.” Francesco added rather smoothly.

Smiling at his attempt at flattery, Alexa reached out her hand and allowed him to grasp it before he lifted it up.

But he didn’t try and kiss her hand like the last person greeting her had.

No… perhaps this man had a lot more sense than to be so foolish with a deadly Mafia Don’s woman...

Releasing her hand, Francesco then turned and gestured outwards with a wave of his hand as he spoke, now in English to the happy couple.

“Come, we have the perfect table reserved for you both… come, please.”