Chapter overview: Chapter 44 from Billionaire's Stripper
In this standout chapter of the Internet novel Billionaire's Stripper, Posey Parks introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.
"You bring out the freaky bitch in me, baby." My mouth swallowed his big dick until it disappeared.
"Fuck, Lydia!" Hayden's hand slammed into the roof of the Bentley. I released his dick momentarily. His precum dribbled down my chin. I licked it up then bobbed my head again, licking all sides of his cock like an ice cream cone. My mouth closed around the head sucking it hard. My tongue ran under the head of his dick.
He was babbling. "Baby, you are so fucking good." My hands rested on the seat. My mouth moved up and down his shaft repeatedly. Hayden's hand grabbed my hair by the nape of my neck.
"Suck it good Lydia." Hayden moved to the edge of the seat, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, until I was gagging. His eyes rolled back and his head dropped back.
"Yes Lydia, take it all." My fingers gripped his thighs, his cum shot out fast and heavy, right down my throat.
Our eyes burned into each other's. I licked the tip of his dick again followed by a wink. The car stopped. Hayden grabbed my hair again, plunging his tongue down my throat.
"Sir, we have arrived."
We pulled ourselves together, stumbling out of the car into the hotel. The second we were on the elevator Hayden was all over me. His mouth and hands ravished my body. The elevator doors opened on our floor. We exited, swaying down the hall. Once in our room, Hayden peeled my dress off. I unbuttoned several buttons on his shirt, pulling it over his head. His pants and boxers hit the floor quick. Slipping my fingers within the waist band of my lace panties, I shoved them down my thighs. They hit the floor. Hayden lifted me off my feet laying me on the bed. He slid his dick up and down my wet pussy, then fell on top of me. He was out like a light, snoring. I was right behind him.
HAYDEN
Sitting in the hotel window overlooking the city of London. The sun isn't shining just yet, it's gloomy outside. Like I feel inside. After my meeting Friday, I met with a jeweler to pick out Lydia's ring. The way her eyes lit up about Big Ben, I knew that was the perfect place to propose.
The twinkle in her eyes when I asked her to marry me made my heart leap. Luckily, I had her father's blessing. I visited him Wednesday evening. I told him it was a surprise proposal. I asked Mr. Carmichael for his permission to marry his daughter. He said I was crazy for wanting to marry his daughter after only knowing her a short while. He said I was a good kind of crazy. He gave us his blessing. He also said his wife was smiling down from heaven. I became teary eyed.
I need to see Lydia every day for the rest of my life. Fuck, I love her. My heart hurts just pondering on the possibility of losing her. If her father didn't give me his blessing, I was going to marry her anyway. Yeah, I'm selfish. I want all of Lydia to myself. I wonder, does her running away from me have something to do with it. I never had to chase a woman, now I'm chasing my woman every day. She's so damn stubborn, but I love it.
London is supposed to be a place of comfort and relaxation. I'm considering buying a flat here. London will become me and Lydia's special place. I sure didn't see last night coming. The shit that happened with my clients was horrible. We left the country to get away, then ran smack into one of her stripper clients who happens to be one of my investment clients. I wanted to break that motherfuckers neck the moment he whispered in my ear, 'how was she in bed?' I saw myself hitting him over the head with a bottle then kicking the shit out of him.
"Who was in the lead?"
"Me of course!"
We laughed.
My grandfather is a shrewd business man. He won't let anyone try to get over on him. He wears a cowboy hat every day. He's often out on the ranch making sure his prize horses are being treated well. He loves going to the horse races watching his horses race.
"Hayden, let's cut the shit. What is going on? The only time you communicate with me by video conference call is through the week while you're in the office."
I sat up straight in my chair. "I met a woman. Her name is Lydia Carmichael and I've asked her to marry me. I want to get married in two weeks. And I know she has to sign a prenup, that's why I'm calling. I need our attorneys to draw up the prenup Monday and overnight it to me."

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