Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

Rosita was in the doorway between the kitchen and the back hallway with her suitcase. With me on the kitchen counter in underwear and a bra with my stocking-clad legs wrapped around his waist, bra straps hanging down off my shoulders and him in just a pair of jeans that were half way undone plus him wearing just one sock…yikes!

“Goodnight.” She chuckled. I couldn’t look her in the eye but her smile could’ve lit up the neighborhood.

“Goodnight, Rosita,” Azriel re-shut the hallway pocket door and locked it, effectively blocking the staff quarters from the kitchen.

“Ohmygod!” I was mortified. Azriel dropped the spoon on the counter and plunked the ice cream back into the freezer and then picked me back up, straddling him like before, and kissed between my breasts as he carried me up the stairs. It was as if we hadn’t just gotten caught almost doing it on the kitchen counter.

When we were back in the bedroom he turned off all the lights but one dim lamp, then he laid me on the bed on my back and lavished my breasts with affection as I pushed his jeans the rest of the way off with my feet. My panties weren’t coming off, they were shoved to the side instead and then he was inside of me. He thrust in and out two or three times, then breathed, “You here for me, baby?”

I frantically nodded.

“You gonna give me what I need?”

I nodded some more, running my fingers through his hair and thrusting my pelvis at him,

“You my little c**k slave?”

“Mmm hmmm,” I thrust my tongue into his mouth.

“Mmm. Bend over my lap.” He pulled out and sat.

I blinked for a second or two and then directed my mind to forget about Vegas. We weren’t there and there was no anger on his face. I crawled over him eagerly.

He started running his hand up and down my a*s, and then he hauled off and gave it a slap, sending my pelvis down, flat across his lap. He ended the slap with fingers digging in, not painfully, possessively. This didn’t feel like punishment, this was f**k-hot!

It filled me with l**t, made me so wet down below and I was almost seeing stars in the dim room. His fingertips slid under the lace of the panties and teased me for a few strokes and then he took his hand away.

I was so into this right now. I lifted my rear end into the air and he slapped it again and murmured, “Greedy girl.”

I m****d. Yes, I could be what he wanted; all his. I could make sure he had what he needed. I could give him me, let him have me, it’d be what he wanted and exactly what he needed and the idea of that got me so wet, so ready. He slapped my a*s again, “You like that?”

“Yes, baby.” I answered, feeling so wanton, so his.

He slapped me again and this time grabbed my a*s harder. It hurt but I let myself feel it and then gave in to it and the feeling — it was so freeing. Then he leaned over and bit down on my butt cheek. I squealed in surprise and pain. He let out a deep throaty laugh and then went, “Mmmm, you’re so f*****g mine, you know that?”

“Yes.” I answered all breathy and feeling all emotional.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Beg for it,” he whispered.

“Please, Azriel.”

“You want me to spank you?”

“Yes, please.” Oh f**k, oh please.

“You want me to f**k you?”

‘Oh, yeah, Azriel.”

“Yeah what?”

“Please, Azriel.”

He put me on the bed on my knees and then took me from behind, holding my hair in a ponytail at the nape of my neck.

“Please what?”

“Please f**k me, Azriel.”

“Mmm…I’m gonna f**k you so hard.”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Azriel.”

“Forever.”

“Forever, baby.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“Love you so much, Azriel.”

“Good girl.”

Goosebumps rose all over me. I melted at that.

“Say it again,” he grunted against my ear.

“It again.”

Slap. “Ouch!” I laughed.

“Naughty girl.”

I laughed again.

“I like it when you’re a little bit naughty, you know that?”

“Mmm.”

“Why do I like it when you’re naughty?” he squeezed my a*s really hard.

“You get to punish me for being naughty,” I answered hoarsely and he m****d,

“That’s right. I get to spank this sexy a*s. I want to f**k this sexy a*s, too.”

My throat went instantly dry. He flipped me over and kissed me hard. I kissed him hard right back. My a*s cheeks were on fire, my girlie parts, practically begging for it. He gave it to me hard and fast, thankfully not in the a*s (I was flipped out by that idea) and it didn’t last very long but we both came hard. I fell asleep pretty quickly afterward but woke up to him whispering to me, “Claire,”

“Mmm.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Azriel.” I put my palm to his cheek.

“Do you really? Or have I just f****d you up so much that you think you have to love me so you can survive me?”

I opened my mouth but for a second but nothing came out, then “I don’t know” spilled out and sorrow lanced through me.