Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 16

Gazing into those beautiful gray eyes. Fuck, this woman is tearing me apart from the inside out.

Lydia sat next to Karena, whispering in her ear. I returned my eyes to the lane.

"Hayden, not one more fucking strike!"

I glanced at Bryce over my shoulder. "Take a seat. I don't need your cackling from behind."

Again, I focused on my game. I bowled my third perfect strike. Bryce was fuming. It was funny.

"Fucking Mr. All-American!"

I bent over laughing.

"Bryce, it's not that serious."

"Bullshit, man, you take every game of sports so serious," he stated with a thick southern drawl.

"Lydia, your boyfriend is an all American?" Karena smiled.

"K, chill. He's not my boyfriend." Lydia didn't make eye contact with me.

"Yes, in high school I was pretty good at baseball, football, basketball, even lacrosse."

Bryce knocked down every pin except for one. He poked me in my chest. "You're so fucking modest. When we were in high school, the coaches chose him to be the captain for three years!"

"Bryce, you're athletic too. Stop acting like you weren't a jock. The Jock who didn't listen to his captain."

He stood in front of me. "We're still on that? I got us the touchdown, didn't I?"

"Bryce, that's not the point."

Lydia stepped between us. "We are here to have fun."

I wrapped my arm around Bryce's head, pulling him under my arm.

"We are good, baby. Just a little family rivalry," I stated with a southern drawl.

"We've always argued about who's the best," said Bryce.

"Sorry, Lydia and Karena. We are just messing around," I stated.

They nodded, then laughed.

HAYDEN

My chef prepared dinner for Lydia and me.

"Hayden, can you cook?" Lydia peeped up from her plate of salmon, vegetables, and baked potato.

"No."

"Oh. Does your chef cook for you every day?"

"Yes. Can you cook?"

"Yes, I cooked with my mom and grandmother since I was a girl. After my mother passed away, my grandmother made it her mission to make sure I could cook any and everything," she smiled as she shoved a forkful of string beans into her mouth.

"Do you think I should learn how to cook?"

"Yes, I will teach you how to cook my favorite meal."

"No, I won't stop. And I won't let you keep fighting us."

I threw her on the bed, yanking off her panties and jeans.

"Spread your legs, Lydia."

Her head and shoulders rested against the bed. I hooked her legs over my shoulders. Lowering my head, I dove my greedy tongue into her pussy.

Finally, her body relaxed. Her fingers slipped through her hair as her body shuttered the moment I sucked her clit.

"Damn, Hayden! I can't...keep letting you make me cum like this. Fuck, it feels so good."

Slowly, I released her body, laying her flush against the bed. I removed my t-shirt, flinging it to the floor. Dropping to my knees, I slipped her legs over my shoulders, dropping my tongue against her labia. Our eyes met. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop."

I tongue fucked her fast then I sucked her pussy lips. My tongue slid into her tight hole. Lydia circled her pussy around my tongue.

"I only want to be with you, Lydia. What do you want?"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "You, Hayden. I want you so bad."

My tongue flicked her clit until she was cumming hard. "Hayden!" she screamed.

I drank her like I was dying of thirst. I was fucking addicted to her. She was right, this shit wasn't normal. I was afraid to fuck her. We might stay in the house for days making love. Letting her go home tonight was the right decision. Yet, I needed to get a taste to tide me over until I saw her again. "I'm going to run you a bath." I laid her at the top of the bed.

Standing in the mirror, I gawked at my glistening face. How could I stop this craving I have for her?

Lydia walked into the bathroom, wearing a sex daze across her face. Her hair was all over her head. She only wore the wrinkled blouse. Lydia's fists flew through the air, pounding against my chest. "You don't listen! Fuck, Hayden. You keep eating my pussy so I won't want to leave."

I grabbed her arms, backing her against the wall. Our lips crashed into each other's. We kissed like rabid dogs. Her fingers dug into my flesh as our violent kiss continued. I gripped her ass, slamming her on the counter top. Lydia unbuckled my belt. My jeans and boxers fell, pooling around my ankles. I gripped her thigh, sliding the head of my cock up and down her wet slit. I pushed the head of my dick against her tight entrance three times. "Fuck me, Hayden."