THE RELUCTANT MAFIA BOSS

CHAPTER 19

When things between us heated up, we decided to do it in my room. If I were a woman, he might have carried me to my bed, but I simply walked alongside him because I am the exact opposite of a woman.

“Am I causing you any discomfort?” As he sank his hardness deep within me, he inquired.

I put my hands on his back and said, "No," before closing my eyes, scared to see the enormous erection buried deep within my body.

“Tyler, don't close your eyes. “Watch how beautiful our bodies become when we become one,” he persuaded me to examine our combined bodies more closely.

I heard him and gently opened my eyes to look at him. It was supposed to stimulate me, much like the p**n movies I'd seen in the past, but it didn't! Instead, I was terrified and worried that he'd hurt me!

“Look at me, baby. It's all right, and I won't hurt you. But, Tyler, take a look at me.” Our gazes meet as his hands caress my face.

While he moved behind me, I concentrated on his face. Finally, he vowed, “I won't injure you,” before intensifying his movements, causing me to lose control of my body.

Our grunts and groans reverberated throughout the room, and I knew I was making a lot of noise. So when it was no longer painful, I pleaded with him, “Harder, please...”

He moved deep and shallow, deep and shallow, as if he counted his movements to make sure they were right. I liked how he dug himself so far into my derriere that I could feel him reaching the deepest portion of my genitalia.

I liked it much better when he walked quicker as if he was being pursued. He was panting heavily, and I was panting as well. Even though our bodies were drenched with sweat, we didn't think it wasn't very respectful.

“Yes, baby,” he said as he pumped harder and f****d me even harder until we both yelled with delight.

Silence!

All I could hear was our erratic breathing and my heart thumping loudly.

“Perhaps we should get clothed first; this is a very uncomfortable position!” Then, after a few minutes, I told him.

“My apologies!” He took his thing from me without notice, and I gasped for air as it detached from my body.

“Are you like that all the time?” I inquired, referring to his manhood, which remained difficult even after we were done.

“What do you mean?” He's perplexed.

I said, "Hard."

“I'm not sure. It's the first time something like this has happened; perhaps it likes you.” When Enrique responded, he smirked, and it took my breath away.

I jumped out of bed and walked over to the shower before he could try to entice me again. Before entering the restroom, I turned around to inform him, "I'll wash up first."

Enrique gave me a friendly nod, but he followed me inside. Then, finally, he said, “Let's do it together to save time.”

When he clearly lied about saving time, I arched my brows because I knew it wasn't his original goal. He chuckled when I looked down at the item between his legs, and I was right. We did it again inside the bathroom before I realized it.

No more fears, no more hesitation, and just pure love.

In the cottage, we made love in every nook and cranny. Finally, however, I believed I could pull off something comparable to what a modern person might. Slowly, I grew attached to him, succumbed to his attractions, and secretly adored him.

We both wanted to satisfy our s****l cravings at first. He offered to help me exchange for free s*x, but I was in excruciating pain on the inside. After that, every time I offered myself to him, I did so because I loved him, not because my body needed to satisfy a lust.

I smiled at my folly because, like everyone else, I bargained for love with s*x. It was abysmal and unacceptably low! I couldn't get rid of Enrique no matter how many times I told myself to stop being stupid and get rid of him as soon as possible.

There's no guarantee he won't resent me for forcing him to do something he didn't want to do, like stay with me forever and forget about Ava for the rest of his life.

I couldn't keep Enrique by my side no matter how much I wanted to, so I pledged to love him in secret until I couldn't take it anymore. My heart, body, and soul cried out for him to love me as much as I loved him, but he had shown no indication of doing so!

Perhaps he was satisfied with our friendship...as f*****g buddies!

I shouldn't have let him help me before, I realized the first time he helped me with my needs, and I was sorry.

“Would you like a cent for your thoughts?” When Enrique came into my room, he hugged me from behind.

“What have you been up to?” I inquired.

“I missed you,” he said softly as he licked my neck.

“Are you serious? Then show it,” I said, challenging him to back up his claim that he missed me when we had just made love two hours before.

He responded, “How do you want me to prove it?” but his tongue had already tickled my earlobes!

“Make love to me right now,” I said.

“All right, love, you have my permission to do whatever you want.” He kissed me passionately right away after responding.

I tried to close the window before we did something heated, but he advised me to leave it open because no one would be able to see us anyhow.

As we prolonged the kiss, I twisted around to kiss him back, and he let me suck on his tongue. While he undressed me, my hands went into his pants. I knelt on the floor, pushed his erection down, and covered it with my mouth.

When I sucked Enrique, he groaned loudly. “That's enough,” he replied as he helped me to my feet. I wanted to keep sucking him till he died, but he wouldn't let me. So instead, he'd always interrupt me by stating, "enough is enough."

“Why?” I inquired.

Enrique didn't answer my query; instead, he forced me to face the outdoors, bent my body, and stabbed me from behind.

“Ohhhhh...,” I could only groan as he was already inside me, and I clutched the window rails for support as he pumped in and out of my body. Finally, however, I realized that our lovemaking was moving at a slower speed than previously, and while I liked it, I preferred him to r****h and f**k me furiously.

“Please make it harder...!” I pleaded with him to accelerate up, and when he did, I closed my eyes and yelled his name over and over.

It was so close, but I knew he was on his way when his push grew deeper and faster. Then, finally, Enrique's hands grasped my chest as he let go of me, and we remained in that position for a few moments.

“Are you in love with me?” When I asked him, he looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face.

He said, "I want you to be mine forever."

I shrugged my shoulders and averted my gaze. His response could be romantic, but it wasn't what I was expecting. He hasn't said anything about his affections for me since then. So I decided not to debate with him because it would be pointless.

“You seems dissatisfied,” he observed.

“I'm not sure. Do you believe s*x has the ability to make us happy for the rest of our lives?” I needed to hear his thoughts on the subject, or else he'd confess his emotions for me.

He said, "Let's take it one day at a time."

How could he say something that simultaneously makes me joyful and sad? “Are you in love with me?” I asked him for the second time.

“Love takes time, Tyler,” Enrique murmured, staring at me. All I know is that I like you and that we get along. Isn't it true that you're happiest when you're with me? Can we start by being happy together?”

The man was, without a doubt, correct. But I already knew I was in love with him. “Fair enough,” I said, shifting my weight away from him.