Page 39 of Thalia De Luca

"Oh, my-oh my god, fuck!" she screams making me know that I found her fucking spot.

I fuck her harder and faster before she cums around me making me follow right after, shooting my load inside her.

She is going to be the fucking death of me.

Nineteen

I hear a beeping sound, waking me up from unconsciousness.

I open my eyes and turn to the side table and press the off button on my phone making the beeping stop.

I hear a groan next to me making me turn around and see Alexander with his eyes closed. His hair is a mess and that’s probably because of how much he was moving in the bed.

I look down at his puffy, parted lips and see his tattooed chest heaving up and down.

God, he looks good.

He always looks good.

I look around the room and see that it is a mess. Some stuff that was on counters is now on the floor.

Alexander wasn't kidding when he said he would fuck me on every piece of furniture.

The events of last night came rolling in and it hit me like a fucking truck of how Alexander fucked me.

The heat in my stomach makes me want to reach inside and take it out.

Alexander and I had sex and although it was probably the most pleasurable experience ever, it feels wrong. I thought I hated him but last night was far from hate. Or maybe he and I fucked because we hate each other so much. It's all so confusing.

But no matter what it can never happen again. Alexander is nothing but a fuckboy who doesn't care about other people’s feelings while I am just a girl who was horny and needed a way to feel satisfied and after last night I have never felt so satisfied in my life.

His touch on my skin felt like fire and I loved how he felt inside me and when he kissed me everywhere. Every time he kissed me, I felt shivers going down my body and then fireworks exploding in my stomach.

But it can't happen again.

It never will.

I look down at Alexander and see his eyes are still closed while one of his arms is behind his head, making his biceps look bigger than usual.

Jesus.

If any part of a man's body makes me weak it's his biceps and back muscles. It's just a hot feature that guys have.

I get out of the bed slowly and walk over to my suitcase that is in the closet. I grab out a change of clothes and quickly change into them before grabbing my suitcase and walking out of the hotel room.

Surely Alexander will understand, I mean he literally does this for a living. After he is done fucking girls, he either sends them to fuck off or he leaves before they can wake up.

I just don't want to be in the same room with him when he wakes up and ends up being an asshole again. I can deal with him when we get home or when he gets home because I am not staying in this damn country any longer. I just want to get home and relax. Besides, I don't do one-night stands and I know that with Alexander this is what this is. I have only had sex with two people in my life, now three.

God, I am now like one of those other girls who had sex with him. He probably sees me as a whore especially with the outfit I was wearing yesterday.

I get outside of the hotel and see the car I had ordered parked in the front.

I get inside the car. "The airport," I say and relax in the seat.

"What about Mr. Russo, Ms. De Luca?" the driver asks.

"He is taking his own plane."