Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

I looked up only to see him smirking at me.

I had to do this.

10 million dollars……oh my god ! With that money, I…I could literally do whatever I wanted. Be whatever I wanted. Go wherever I wanted.

My whole being came alive at that moment.

But I was so nervous at the same time. Stripping for some guy I didn’t even know…. but luckily enough…..the guy was a Greek god. Any girl would happily drop to her knees in front of him at the click of his fingers.

I know offering my body for money……a lot of money at that should feel degrading and make me feel cheap. But it didn’t.

Instead, it made me feel so hot and turned on. The thought of banging someone for money was just so sizzling hot. To think that someone would pay so much money just for my body and to get his d**k in my p***y.

f**k !

I might be turned on. But that didn’t stop me from being nervous as hell and feeling just a little bit self-conscious.

Wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible, I was just about to take my top off.

When his voice boomed through my laptop again, “Slowly.”

“Remember…….everything you’ve ever dreamed of could be yours. It all depends on what you can give me now. Prove to me what I’m paying for is worth my time and money.” He stated, saying exactly what I needed to hear.

And then….my demeanor changed all of a sudden.

He’d really struck a nerve…..I could do absolutely anything to make my dreams come true.

From the shy, blushing girl I turned into a confident seductress, completely in control of my body or so I thought.

I slowly started to lift my top up, baring my flat stomach, all the while biting my lower l*p seductively.

I heard an audible gasp, which urged me even more to really show off my body.

I wriggled out of the shirt, deliberately bobbing my chest up and down, making my full C-cups jiggle in a taunting manner.

My breasts were now on full display for him, just my hardened n*****s were hidden by the blue skimpy bra.

Trying not to blush by him staring right at my nipular area, I bent my laptop a bit downwards so my face wasn’t completely visible.

He almost instantaneously growled out,

“Don’t hide your pretty face from me, Claire or you will regret it.”

His voice made delicious shivers run up my body. I could’ve combusted from l**t that very moment. There was a dangerous edge to his tone which urged me to be very cautious around him.

But wait…….

“How did you know my name?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

I was full on hyperventilating now, making my chest bounce around as my breathing quickened.

And that did not help.

“I have my ways.” A smirk lurked around on his……god, his lips.

His answer made chills run up my spine.

Jesus! If he could get a person’s name just by having their picture …..what else could he do?

I don’t think I want to know the answer to that question.

Him knowing my name…..it’s not that big of a problem……is it?

What could he possibly do with my name anyway?

I could see him fidgeting with his collar on the screen, gone was his cool and calm demeanor but he still looked pretty composed.

I decided to play coy.

“Since you know my name”, I huskily said, my hands running along the outlines of my bra, “It’s only fair that you tell me yours.”

Any other guy would’ve been jerking off by now, looking at me naked.

Not bragging but I do have a really nice body, with my shapely breasts and pert n*****s to my slender arms and tiny waist.

Getting no reaction from him……it pushed me to the edge as I uncrossed my long, lean legs, lifting them up to form a V as I started to slide my shorts off me.

He let out a g***n….his expression still unreadable.

Oh he’ll see what I can show him. He wants a show……I’ll give him a show.

Sliding my shorts off, I started stroking one of my thighs, making the V form of my legs wider, so he could see my ‘core’ through my thong as my other hand squeezed my breast through my bra.

He let out another throaty g***n. His eyebrows were taut, a war seemed to be waging within him.

I pressed my breasts together as I squeezed them even harder, moaning all the while.

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He started stroking himself through his pants where his d**k seemed to be straining to get some action.

f**k!

I tried to not look affected but my lower regions were soaking wet……aching to be touched……touched by him.

My hands slipped around to the hook of my bra, opening it with a pop.

I know I should feel ashamed for showing off my body for money but I didn’t.

I just felt this throbbing sensation in my v****a, making my whole body buzz with electricity. I was really f*****g wet……aching to be touched……down there.