Chapter 4

Warning: This Chapter Contains Sexual Acts. Please Read It At Your Own Risk.

Nikola 

What a sight to my eyes! I must agree Mattea had sent a bomb this time. The way she moved her thick ass in a sensual way, grinding it opposite to the wall while biting that plump lower lip, her pussy was popping out as if it wanted to be licked till the last drop.

Oh, this slut could give me a great fuck. I wanted her to ride me rough until she would faint. “Sit on the sofa with your legs wide open,” I ordered her and she stopped squeezing her boobs, sashayed to the sofa in her black YSL heels and sat as I commanded. Her pussy was clearly exposed before my eyes, I could see that swollen clit wet. My mouth became watery, I gulped my desire down my throat.

She started rubbing her clit and I filled my lungs with the air. Her eyes were on me but I knew she couldn’t look clearly through me as the projector light was blinding her, fuck! My hard-on was erected to its full capacity, I needed my dick between her wet pussy. 

When she fingered herself I felt helpless, my dick cried to be out. Moreover, her moans sounded like begging the same. I unbuttoned my pants and inserted my hand inside to wrap my hand around my manhood and started jerking off, we both were masturbating. Her loud moans made me groan too, I threw my head backwards. 

“Oh yeah, baby,” she moaned and I looked back at her, finding her mouth unoccupied while my hand hustled. I stopped right there, gulping as I imagined her mouth taking all of me inside. 

“Hey you, come here,” I hissed as the need dominated my senses. She opened her eyes and was about to stand up when I commanded, “Crawl,” and she fell on her knees immediately. I didn't want her to walk to me. She crawled like a baby and kneeled between my wide legs. Her beautiful slutty face knew what I wanted from her. She looked so experienced, my taste liked someone I could guide. 

Her brownish eyes sparkled with pure lust when I let her unzip my pants and drag it down, I moved my hips above in the air and she took off my boxer, releasing my needy dick. It came out wriggling. 

This girl swallowed her saliva and stuck out her tongue, giving my mushroom head a lick, I braced myself for her round mouth. She put one hand on my length and stroked it slowly while taking the head all in her hot mouth. 

I ran my hand in her hair and fisted when I reached in the middle as she gradually paced her speed against my length, my head fell backwards, I began to breathe heavily. Her mouth was all over my length yet I pushed her mouth further until her lips met my balls, she struggled to cough, my roughness was choking her. I could feel the ball of her throat making contact with my tip. 

I stroked against her mouth and suffocated her forcefully. She tried to whine, her eyes leaked tears but I overruled it. My hasty moans were getting louder and louder, I loved it, my mind was gone to the space. Her breasts were stroking with my knees, She was whining like a baby who wanted my cum faster in her throat. I could say she was giving me a better head than Jaylo. 

Before this, I was regretting killing her. No one could fulfil my rough-daddy fantasy like hers but now I finally had someone better than her. 

I pushed my length down and released my semen, making her drink every drop of it, before this slut could remove her mouth,

I took it out and she coughed faintly, her tears were black due to mascara mixing up with them. She gave me a satisfied smile while I removed my hand from her hair mess and held her chin, “What is your name, you sexy thing?” I didn’t require it but I queried anyway, I could ask Mattea to send her next time without knowing her name.

“Anais,” She told, cleaning the edge of her lip. 

It sounded more like anus. “Anais… perfect name for someone like you,” I commented and she smiled. It wasn’t a compliment, it was mockery if she knew. A girl like her was made to be called a walking fuck who could be banged anywhere by anyone. 

“I could be more perfect if you want,” She chuckled, her eyes glimmered in an idea. She sat on my lap, grinding her clit with the tip of my dick. I grabbed her tits and kneaded them yet she threw her head back and moaned, fastening her pace. I kissed the valley of her breasts and licked the way through her neck, she wrapped her hands around my neck and she was about to insert my manhood inside her vagina. 

I pulled her from the hair and hauled her on the floor where she fell on her stomach. I crawled to her and she turned to me. I pinned her hands above her head and put a condom on. “This is perfect for me,” I smirked and thrusted my shaft, making her moan a cry. 

I shoved in and out viciously, she held onto my coat. I kissed her lips and eventually ended up biting them. She arched her back, signalling me that I was going beyond her limits. 

Her moans were hastily passionate. There was a ball of pleasure forming in my under-area. I could forget about Luciano and how he proves me a loser every time. I tried to focus back on the moment and as I felt full, I ejaculated again, we both grunted together. 

I took a deep breath and fell beside her. We both were panting. I noticed she turned to me, “You were amazing,” She probably had said that to thousands of men. 

“I know,” I mumbled and got up from the floor, removing my coat and tie and throwing the condom in the bin. I walked out of the bedroom to the suite's lounge and picked my wallet from the fruit table. I took out fifteen thousand euros from my wallet when the girl whose name was… ah I forgot, yes, Anus… Anais followed me. 

“Here’s your money,” I threw her way while the cash floated in the air, she stared down at the money that was now on the floor. “Leave as soon as possible,” I said and went back to my room, for a shower. 

I removed my shirt and went under the shower. She was good but I still felt something was missing. I almost had every type of girl in my bed but I couldn’t get Jennifer off my mind. I wanted to corrupt her, but I couldn’t. She was my brother’s choice and I was helpless in this case. He would kill me if I touched her. 

But I couldn't get her off my system, she was different; inexperienced yet fierce, that’s the type I was missing to fuck. I needed someone like her, someone who could behave ignorantly and I would teach her how to be a daddy's little baby.

And I knew virgins could make a good act like hers. She was a virgin too—or at least she thought she was, Luciano's madness was on another level, having sex with an unconscious body. He might have necrophilia.  

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, believing the slut was gone. As I walked to the nightstand of my bedside, I picked my phone and called Mattea. She was my pimp who portrayed as if she ran an agency that shaped orphans' dreams into their extraordinary skills, name it dancing, acting, modelling or singing, but in reality, it was all for the public's eyes. Behind the bush, she was just using them for prostitution. 

“Hello, my friend, how’s your night been?” She asked in her usual frank tone that I always disliked, she wasn’t my friend but a woman doing business with me. Once I would stop supporting her agency, she would be my biggest enemy. 

“She’s good but I need something different,” I told her. 

“Different… hmm. What are you looking for basically? I thought she would make out the best night of your life,” She bragged again, I sighed softly. 

“I want a virgin, someone who I can guide during sex not someone who dictates me,” I clarified. It was annoying that I had to explain to her about my tastes every time, she was working for me for ten years, she should have known it by now. 

“Ohhh, a virgin. Ah, I get it. I get it. That’s new, Niko. I think you’re bored with the common type, huh? Wanna try something new?” Here I had her bothersome chuckle again. I had no time to bear her feminine melodrama. 

“Someone who speaks when asked, who doesn't do what is asked, who asks me to teach her. I want someone like an obedient puppy, not those skilled chicks who knew what exactly I wanted,” I mumbled. I was inspired by my elder brother’s choice. He liked fragile chicks yet I never knew. He never let anyone guess it. Women were the last thing on his mind and now, out of the blue, he had gone crazy for one little feisty criminologist. I wanted to taste that too. 

“Yeah, I’m thinking of something that can tick your requirements,” She murmured. 

“What’s new in the red catalogue?” I enquired, her sources abducted girls every single month. Some of them were always virgins until she would break them into accepting their fates.

“Yes, I have added a few new girls who are one time used for training purposes by my men, but they are too out of your taste, their bodies, no-no. You like a girl with desires shining in her eyes, someone who can stun you with her performance, this category lacks that, ah-huh,” She disagreed, even she knew she lacked that type.

I rolled my eyes, I didn’t need used girls who can strip for me like a professional. I wanted a newbie, my body craved a virgin. Couldn’t she get it?

“I said I need a virgin, an untouched girl with zero sexual experience, not even a kiss experience kind of a girl if you need explanation,” I blurted out. 

She was quiet for two seconds, “Ah… yeah... yeah. I think I have someone filling in that box. Hmm... there's a new chica in my house and she’s the one prettiest girl I got so far but… she is too inexperienced. She knows nothing about prostitution and also, she is an immigrant,” Mattea replied, the last sentence got my attention.

Perfect. Jennifer was an immigrant too.