Episode 11

He kisses her, a kiss different from any he had ever experienced before.

Riccardo pulls her onto his lap, deepening the kiss, his tongue playing with the girl, Eva relishing the taste of whiskey on the man's lips.

Eva tries to pull away, but Riccardo holds her tightly, forcing the girl to feel his arousal.

"Please, not Riccardo," Eva says between kisses.

He runs his hand down the girl's back, reaching her bottom and giving it a slap, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from her.

"Are you sure you don't want this?"

"I just had twins, I can't do what you want," she says, still in his lap.

"Do you want it, though?"

"Riccardo, I..." he removes her from his lap and stands up.

"You don't need to say anything; I understand. I'll send for the girl for you." Riccardo heads towards the door.

"Riccardo, let's talk," she says, trying to prevent him from leaving.

"There's nothing to talk about. I just want your virginity in exchange for all the help."

He leaves the apartment, angry at himself; he didn't quite understand what he was feeling and why he desired her so much.

It was night when Riccardo went to Mercedes' nightclub. He arrives and approaches the lady.

"I want two hours with Karina."

"Alright, here's the key, and I'll let her know you're waiting for her."

He walks off and goes to the room where he usually saw Eva dance. Karina, the redhead, soon enters the room cheerfully.

"I've missed you," she says, running her hand across the man's chest.

"I want you to dance for me, and then I'll take you hard throughout the night."

"If you want, we can start now and leave the dance for another day."

Karina is a beautiful redhead; whenever Eva rejected him, he paid to find pleasure with this woman who was more experienced than the girl whose body he yearned for.

Karina approaches and tries to kiss him, but Riccardo has a rule in his head; he doesn't kiss the girls he pays for sex with.

"You know I don't kiss, right?" he says in a warning tone.

"Stop that, I'm clean," she defends herself.

"You're still a whore, if you want me to take you, it'll be the same as the other times. Dance for me, and then take off your clothes."

Hearing this, the girl backs away and moves to the pole to start dancing. Music fills the room, enticing Riccardo with Karina's sensual dance, but he's still unable to stop thinking about another dancer who always rejected him.

The music ends, and the girl is now nude close to him.

"Get on all fours on the couch; I'll take your rear first."

The woman looks at him and a smile slips through her lips.

She does as Riccardo requested, bracing herself on the couch with her bottom raised for him. Riccardo takes out some condoms and lubricant from his pocket and tosses them onto the couch where the woman is positioned.

The man is naked, his member hard as stone—an enticing image of his beautiful and large shaft with the rosy head enveloped by the condom.

He prepares for what he's about to do while the woman is already excited just by knowing that Riccardo, a man with the body carved by Da Vinci, would take her hard that night.

Riccardo leans down to pick up the lubricant, spreading it all over his member from base to tip. He applies more of the product to his finger and strokes the girl's opening.

He first inserts his finger, letting the girl get accustomed to the sensation even though this ritual was familiar to them. After a few minutes, he places the head of his member at her entrance and thrusts in all at once, causing the girl to arch her back and let out a cry of surprise.

"You're going to enjoy this, you whore."

Riccardo begins to move inside the girl, who moans with pain but soon her moans turn into ones of pleasure.

Riccardo is turned on, his member being tightly squeezed with each thrust he delivers, the moans within the soundproof walls echoing in the dark room.

The woman stimulates herself to climax, Riccardo unconcerned with satisfying Karina—he desires his own pleasure, delivering occasional slaps to the woman's bottom.

He tries not to think about a certain blonde dancer who has been messing with his mind.

A few more thrusts and he climaxes but remains firm. He changes the condom and enters the woman, still on all fours, into her swollen intimacy.

Riccardo grabs the woman's neck, pulling her up so that her bare back presses against his sweat-slicked chest.

"I'll take you until you can't handle it anymore and beg me to stop," he whispers into the girl's ear with a hoarse voice.

"I've missed feeling you inside me, Riccardo," she says between moans.

Riccardo holds the woman's breasts, giving light squeezes on the nipples, bringing her closer to climax along with him.

The thrusts are rapid, the sound of colliding bodies and moans a testament to the wild nature of their intercourse, Riccardo whispering dirty talk into the girl's ear, heating her body even more.

Minutes later, Karina shudders, squeezing Riccardo's still-hard member, who delivers a few more thrusts before reaching his own release.

He lies back on the couch used, his chest heaving as he tries to regulate his breathing, sweat coursing down his defined abdomen, his member remaining hard. This man is a temptation—a night with him would be sinful, and if lust was a person, it would be Riccardo Ferrari.

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