Chapter two

GERALD'S POV

The stripper unveiled her body to me like a mother would on her favorite child's birthday. Her body was one of the best I have ever seen—exactly what I ordered. Her breasts were full and perky; those hard and pink nipples were practically begging me to suck them. Her stomach was flat and defined with ab lines, giving her a small waist. But her hips were to die for. They were so wide and smooth, my hands itched to grab them, and those creamy white thighs of hers... Goddamn.

"You like what you see, Baby?" she asked, and I didn't bother to hide my cringe. Her voice was not as appealing as her body, so instead of responding, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her down to my lap. A giggle left her lips, and it made the boner I got from her body soften a bit. I pressed my finger to her lips and looked into her dark brown eyes. "Not another sound, okay baby?" I asked, but smiled when she stuck out her tongue and licked my finger. She stuck it into her mouth and took my other hand, placing it above her left boob. I squeezed the soft flesh and a soft moan left her mouth. Her hand met my chest as I took out my finger from her mouth; it met her wet folds and slithered around the soft, swollen skin. I loved the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head and how more moans erupted from her throat. Without giving any indication, I slipped three fingers into her and she practically screamed in my ears. My pants were suddenly tighter than they were a minute ago. Her walls clenched around my fingers, and I could easily tell she was about to cum judging by the way her body trembled atop my own. I took out my fingers, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"I paid for you to please me, not the other way around," I reminded her, and something like a whimper left her. I know I was good, but I needed to be pleased as well. Her hands slid down my chest and stopped just above my dark cargo pants. She slipped her hand through the material and into my briefs. When her cold hands met my rock-hard member, I sucked in a rush of air. She smiled teasingly at me when she witnessed my reaction. She pulled down my pants and briefs, setting my member free. Her small hands wrapped around the hard flesh and began to stroke it quickly. My head dropped to the headboard, and the soft music playing in the background began to fade away. I didn't care if the door to my suite was unlocked; all I cared about was the head I was about to get from one of the best strippers in LA. I hissed when she fiddled her nail around the tip, spreading some of my precum around it. I was in her mouth in a split second; a satisfied groan slipped past my lips, and I felt as if the world around me was beginning to fade away. My hand gripped the strands of her red hair, wanting her to take in more of me, but I could tell she couldn't due to the way she was choking. I sighed, a bit disappointed. I didn't care if I was being rough when I yanked her head away from my cock. She whimpered a bit from the tight grip I had on her hair, so I let go. I didn't bother grabbing a condom when I pulled her onto me and slipped my entire cock into her without a second thought. The moan that left her lips was surprisingly more arousing than her body. Her walls clenched around my cock, and my hands quickly went to grab her ass. I squeezed it roughly earning yet another moan. I guided her against me, dragging her ass up and down my aching cock. Her body began to tremble once again as incoherent moans and gasps left her; soon she was cumming all over my dick, but I wasn't done with her yet.

I quickly slipped out of her and exchanged our positions. I put her in a missionary position before infiltrating her once again. My hand met her throat and choked her softly. My thrusts became merciless with every passing second, and I couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the happy tears that left her eyes and the satisfied smile on her face. Honestly, anyone I fucked was lucky. I shot my seed into her, not bothering about the consequences it may have later on. Her eyelids parted softly, but then they suddenly widened and a scream of terror left her. I looked at her with confusion but after feeling the cold barrel of a gun against the back of my head, I immediately knew the cause of her fear.

"I can't believe I get to kill the infamous Caesar Marcelo's son with his pants down, it would be one to write down in the books," my attacker said from behind me, but I kept my eyes on the stripper beneath me. Her eyes were wide with fear as they darted from me to my assaulter.

"Any last words, Gerald?" he asked, and I almost laughed.

"It depends; what are yours?"

A gunshot rang through the air, followed by the stripper's scream. A loud thud filled my ears and my attacker was lying in a pool of his own blood. I looked up to find my bodyguard, Paula, standing at the room's entrance with her gun raised.

"Leave," I ordered the trembling stripper, and she gladly obliged by running out of the room screaming like a banshee. My gaze returned to Paula as I pulled up my pants. "You were late. If he hadn't asked for my last words, I would be dead."

"Sorry, one of the bouncers and I got a little busy," she said, wiping at the corners of her lips and adjusting the strap of her bra.

Well, if that was the case, I couldn't blame her now, could I?