Alessandro's POV:

the drive home wasn't long but my thoughts made it longer, i couldn't get Nicole out of my head

"Nicole fucking Saint..." i said to myself while breathing out fighting the growing bulge beneath my sweats

she's all that i could think about. but i couldn't fuck her. i don't know why she's all i could think about

i'm supposed to be a fucking mafia leader not a bitch follower

i finally get home and see on of my maids, heather in the kitchen.

"make some food and bring it to my room" i say in a low tone also seeing her eyes wander down to my sweats

i go up to my room and lay down on the bed, 5 minutes later heather comes in and sets my food on my night table

as she's turning around i get up and grab her wrist to turn her around. i close the door pinning her against it making her eyes grow wide and face red

"what's wrong love? cant handle it?" i question as she doesn't say anything. pathetic

i start kissing from her ear to jaw line to her neck, she moans a little bit. quiet, but can still be heard

she lifts her shirt up only exposing her breast, i hold one in my hand while kissing her neck sucking lightly

"get on your knees" i say and she gets on them with her back facing the door

i drop my sweats and stick my dick all the way in her mouth, making her gag a little but not too much

i keep fucking her face until her eyes water. but i don't care i keep going.

"fuck" i moan out while my dick is in her mouth. but all i can think about is nicole

i finally pull out of her mouth after finishing

"swallow" and she does watching her makeup run down her cheeks. the only makeup i want to see running down someone's face is Nicole's

" fuck...get the fuck out" i say with a stern face as she puts her top back on.

Nicole fucking Saint...