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🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. 

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Luca's POV:

I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

"Emm... ooh... ahh... you're so good," she clung to my sweaty shoulders as if her life depended on it. Oh well, maybe it was. After all, I was the one to decide when I should give the heavenly moment to her. I was in total control of doing the call. Either now or later.

"Well, what..do you...expect? I'm an...expert, sexy," I said through my rapid breath.

"Oh, honey, you're so cute," she giggled and lifted her face to kiss me.

Suck, if using the correct term. We passed the stage of kissing already. Our lust could no longer withstand taking things slowly. Her saliva coated not only my lips but also the tip of my nose. It made me wonder just how big her mouth was. Could she swallow my entire head if she wanted to? I had to hurry then.

With my lower half still connected to hers in the same intimate position, I picked up the pace without giving a warning. My hand slithered down her naked body, tracing the curvy side and counting each rib cage along the way before resting on her lower back. I moved further down the bone to a fleshy area where two squishy buns rubbed against the white sheet. They were cold a few seconds ago, but the friction had heated them. The warmth sent me good feelings as I slid my hand under there and lifted them to rest on my palms. The movement allowed me to venture deeper into the warm cavern. It gave out sensory pleasure not only for me but also for the girl, as she gasped into my mouth. I could feel her inner wall squeezing my cock, refusing to let go.

Not that I wanted it to do so. Not yet. I didn't want to leave just yet.

With her body in my hand now, I took advantage of our position. I pulled her in as I thrust, getting access to the deepest part with each invasion.

"Oh, gosh. This feels so good," she broke the kiss. Her hands tightened around my neck as she pressed her bouncing pairs of boobs into my chest. I could feel her thin chin stabbing my shoulder as she rested it there and took her time moaning.

"It's time," I said, giving a few final deep thrusts.

"Yes. Yes. Ye-e-e-s-s!" The last word lingered longer and louder as she threw her head back, screaming. Her arms tightened around me, and her long nails dug deep into my skin.

After we both reached the climax, I let her go, watching her petite frame flump down onto the bed. I stayed still and waited for my body to adjust to the orgasm. After three breaths, I pulled out and shifted my weight off her. I rolled up the condom and tossed it to the trash bin nearby. I stepped out of bed without turning around to see if the girl had found her breathing as I made my way to the bathroom to wash up.

When I came out, my eyebrow arched up at what I was seeing. The girl was still enjoying herself in the birthday suit, for she did not bother to cover it up. Standing with her middle finger twirling and playing with her long blonde strand, she turned to me with a lopsided grin, unaware of the red lipstick smudge around her mouth. She batted the eyelashes and looked at me from under them, conveying a message I interpreted as 'do me another round.' Her action was not anything new. I got it all the time. After sleeping with random girls more than I could count, it was easy to figure out their intentions.

Who said women were complicated? I could read them like an open book.

"No, I have to go," I said in a firm voice before directing my gaze away from her lustful eyes that were getting me sick.

"Oh, that's too bad," she said with an exaggerated small voice that sounded unpleasant to the ears. "But it's okay." I heard a rustling noise and a sound that resembled a quick scribble. Still, I did not bother to look. A few seconds later, a pair of warm hands slid under my arms from the mirror as I combed my hair. She stood on her toe, tilted her face to my ear, and whispered, "I can wait for tomorrow." I saw the moist, soft flesh protruding from her lips as she wetted my ear shell. Her hand slid down from my bare chest and slipped into the waistband of my towel. I thought she would unwrap it, but she withdrew her hand, leaving only a tiny piece of paper behind. "This is my phone number. Call me, and I'll be there. My name is—"

I turn around, cutting her off, "Don't bother." I took out the paper and pried her sticky hands off me before handing it back. "I don't care what your name is, and I don't want your number. I already told you before we came here. I never eat leftovers."

"What do you mean?" She frowned.

I walked away and picked up the scattered clothes on the floor. I pulled my black pants up under the towel and zipped up. Then I removed the wet fabric and tossed it to where my clothes were. I brought the dark blue button-down oxford shirt to my upper body and tucked it inside before buckling up my gold-coated L belt head.

The letter L stood for Luca. My name.

"It means that I don't sleep with the same person twice," I replied to the girl's question once I finished dressing up. I took out a cheque from my wallet and scribbled a six-figure number before tossing it to the nightstand. As I headed to the door, I said over my shoulder, "I was trying to be polite with my vocabulary. But if you still find it hard to understand, I'll explain. It means people don't go looking for the trash they have thrown away."

I turned on the doorknob and stepped outside, ignoring the indignant cursing behind me as I slammed the door shut and headed to the parking lot.

As I slid behind the wheel and turned the engine on, I glanced at the clock on the dashboard.

"Only ten-thirty?" I murmur. "It's too early to go back home and call it a night. Well then, where should I go next?" I asked myself, even though I knew the answer to it.

Pulling the gear shift to D, I stomped on the gas and headed to my favorite place of all time. The nightclub.

I turned on the radio and listened to the marathon of pop hit songs. My head nodded to the music, hummed along, and occasionally glanced at the reflection of the neon city lights on my red car bonnet. The drive was smooth and quick, given the traffic was no longer a concern at this time of the night.

I pulled over in front of a two-story, purple, and black striped building that glowed with sapphire blue neon light. Dozens of six-sided polygons, as decoration parts, stick out from the first story's wall and glow with baby pink light. Before I could even finish admiring the design, a man in the long-sleeve button-down shirt, vest, slacks, and a bow—all in black, except for the shirt—ran toward my door and opened it for me.

"It's great to see you, Mr. Grayson. It's been a while. I hope you're doing fine," he said, smiling and flashing the yellow teeth at me.

Yeah, it's great to see me because I always give you generous tips, I thought to myself and stepped out of my red Ferrari 2021 SF90 Stradale/Spider.

"Key is in there," I said, tossing a bunch of roll-up fifty-dollar bills that I always have my secretary put in the car for me.

He bowed his head and put the money into his pants before sliding behind the wheel and taking my car to the parking lot. I was about to head into the nightclub when I heard something. It seemed to come from the alley close to where I was standing. It halted my steps, making a turn around to where the scream came from.

It sounded like a scream for help. I thought to myself.

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