Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 7

She smiled.

I slid my seat back as far as it would go.

"Come here."

"No."

"No one can see us behind the tinted windows."

She didn't move.

I lifted her into my lap.

"Hayden."

Her pussy melted against my dick. "This is what you do to me. This is what you have done to me from the first time you stared into my eyes. I want you, Lydia. I want you for myself. I don't want to share you with the hundreds of guys pawing at you every night."

Her hands rested against my chest as it rose and fell.

"The hardest thing about us is, I'll have to try my best to handle you working at the strip club. The other night, I wanted to bash Stacy's celebrity face in. The way he and his friends laughed about having you for their personal pleasure. I fucking hate that shit. I took care of that piece of shit Monday morning."

Her mouth dropped open as her eyes widened.

"I saw him on Rags tv show. He said he got into a fight."

"Yeah, I beat the shit out of him. I told him you don't degrade women like that. It wasn't right. I won't allow a man to disrespect you."

Her soft hand massaged my cheek. "You can't beat up every man that does stupid shit."

My brows rustled together.

She brushed the single piece of hair out of my face. "Hayden, what am I going to do with you?"

"Lydia, I won't rest until you're my woman. Go away with me next weekend."

"Hayden, I have to work."

"Lydia, allow me to give you the money you'd miss."

"Hayden."

My hands captured her face. "I want to spend time with you. Do you have a test next week?"

"No."

"Good. Don't pack anything. All I need is you. Of course, I plan to see you before next Thursday."

I pulled her lips into mine. My large hands found her ass, pushing her pussy against my hard cock. I thrusted against her harder.

"Hayden, shit."

My lips slipped down her neck while my hands swept up her sweat shirt. I released one of her breasts from her pink bra. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked her breast. Then my tongue circled her nipple. My fingers rushed, unsnapping her jeans. I slid her panties and jeans down her ample ass and tossed them into the passenger seat. My fingers slid within her wet folds.

"Just like my dream," she whimpered.

"How often do I make you wet?" I whispered.

"All the time," she murmured.

Her pussy rolled over my fingers. Freeing my hand, I slipped my fingers into my mouth. Shutting my eyes, I savored her taste.

Working quick she released my dick from my pants. Lydia stared at it in awe. "It's so big."

"Why are you smiling?"

"We're making progress, baby."

She shook her head as she exited the car.

I couldn't say I wasn't intrigued by her being a virgin stripper. My goal was to make her mine. I wouldn't stop until she was no longer stripping. Instead, she'd ride my dick every night. Lydia wouldn't be my first virgin, but she was the first virgin I wanted to be my woman.

LYDIA

Sleepy was what I was at seven in the morning. Hayden Eric Gaster defended my honor. The thought made my heart swoon. Maybe I misread him. Or he was crazy and possessive. Instead of sleeping, I researched Mr. Gaster. He was never pictured with a woman of interest. I found pictures of him and his family and with clients. I admit, I was curious. I prayed he wasn't crazy. Hayden becoming obsessed with me wasn't something I wanted. My eyes closed as I rubbed my pussy lips, savoring the slight heaviness of being touched tenderly by Hayden. I wanted him.

He was taking me out of town. My hand flew to my forehead. "Oh, shit! I agreed to go out of town with him. Fuck, I can't do that."

My father always told me even if a man says nothing is going to happen, that was a lie, it would. I'd inform Hayden I couldn't go out of town with him. My body wanted to go. Every ounce of me wanted Hayden to take my virginity. I swallowed hard.

I have to think rationally, I thought as I hopped in the shower. Luckily, school was just around the corner. I'd make it there by eight.

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Felt good knowing I aced my test. I skipped the remaining of my classes for the day. Once I arrived home, I fell into the pillows on my bed face first.

Slowly my eyes opened and I scanned my dark bedroom. The sounds from the street woke me. Going into the weekend, Midtown was crowded. I forgot to tell Hayden I couldn't go out of town with him. Grabbing my cell off the nightstand, I checked for any missed calls.

Hayden sent a text at nine twelve.

Call me.

It was one in the morning. I couldn't call him.

I texted him back.