Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

Working my core hard and fast, I pushed my head back as I gripped the cushion sofa I was sitting on, my eyes squeezing shut as I felt the pressure building inside the pit of my stomach.

The guys shot their c*m in the car, tainting the windows, losing themselves as they squirt their c*m everywhere.

I came like a train, my c*m leaking from my p***y as my fingers slowed their senual torcher. At least their screaming had got me off.

Flashing them my breasts, I wink at the guys, blowing a k**s to them as I closed my legs. I could see they were getting hard again as they were looking so longingly at my now closed p***y.

Men were such insatiable creatures, I thought, laughing to myself.

Closing the curtains, I went back to bed, the thoughts of a certain man who’d just given me 5 million dollars just to get a look at my body and was about to give me another 5 million just for my virginity and a night of rough, sensual lovemaking lurking in the back of my head.

Azriel’s POV

I downed another drink, my frustration must be clearly visible the way my eyebrows were pulled so tightly together.

The cold water flowing down my throat could not quench the burning thirst within me.

I slammed the empty bottle of margarita down, leaving the bartender of the club amazed as to how I managed to down the whole bottle in one go because margaritas burned the throat like hell.

The loud music of the club annoyed me but not as much as the girl who had been on my mind and wasn’t going away anytime soon.

“Another bottle, monsieur ?” The timid but buff bartender asked me, gesturing to the empty bottle on the sleek, black counter between us.

“No. Close my tab.” I snapped, it was safe to say now that I wasn’t in the best mood.

“Yes, Monsieur.” The bartender quickly replied, taking away the bottle along with a number of shot glasses from the counter and disappearing into the Staff’s Only Room at the back end of the club.

Looking around the club, I almost laughed at my wayward thoughts.

I cant’t believe I was actually considering going over to Claire’s house and f*****g her brains out. My d**k stood up just at the thought of her delicate, petite body writhing under me.

Shaking my head, I decided that wouldn’t be the smartest of my decisions.

I’d been wanting to f**k a virgin for a long time but none of those wanton girls peaked my interest…..until her.

I don’t know what came over me when I saw her, her profile pic in that black raunchy lingerie of hers, the way her body presented that sensual position in the most s****l manner possible.

I was hard again, really f*****g hard, my c**k needed to be buried inside her p***y. But that would have to wait, given the circumstances.

Burying myself in Claire’s untouched core would have to wait, I didn’t want to scare her away just the day we talked for the first time.

I would have to find some other girl’s p***y to bury myself in.

Walking out of the club, I gestured to my driver to drive to Jennifer’s house.

“Jennifer, I’m coming over.” I speak into the phone whilst Ross starts up my Mercedes.

Jennifer was a high-class actress who I usually f****d to blow off some steam. She was good for passing time and she didn’t mind being roughed up.

“Oh ! Great. I’ll be ready for you.” She said in what she thought was a seductive voice but was just a girly squeal to me. “I’ll be waiting for you, daddy.” She added and instead of being turned on by her, I couldn’t help but imagine Claire’s lips say those words.

Claire’s plump lips call me daddy. I almost came in my pants at that thought.

“I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.” I reply and hang up the phone before she can respond.

“Ross, did you get any intel on Miss Dawson ?” I gruffly say.

“Yes, Mr. Clarke. Our programmer hacked into the school’s records she goes to and got all the info available on her. I already told him to email her records to you.” Ross said, taking a sharp turn at the curb, swerving the car right past another when it tried to overtake him.

“There is one other task I have for you.” I said, making Ross raise his eyebrows ever so slightly.

“I want you to keep an eye on Claire Dawson 24 hours a day. She should be under your surveillance at all times. ” I instructed him whilst going through my emails.

“But why monsieur ? I am your driver. Of course I do other tasks that you ask of me but I really think your life needs much protection than some….” Ross starts but quickly shuts up when he catches a glimpse of me glaring at him in the rear view mirror.

“Keep me informed of all her activities, I need to know what she does during the day and the night. I need to know what places she goes to, what people she associates with. Info on her friends, family and everything else you can get on her.” I command Ross, “Am I clear ?”

“Yes, Monsieur.” Ross replies but I am too engrossed in going through Claire’s records to acknowledge his reply.

She was sexually active but she’d never let anyone touch her ‘prized jewel’. She’d never dated any guy which was all the more confusing. With a body like hers, I’m sure she was the wet dream of all the guys in her school ? Then why never date ?

And most of all, why not just do the deed and be done with it. Why she waited for so long to give up her virginity was a mystery my mind couldn’t solve ? I couldn’t for the world of me think of a reason for her to wait for so long.

Most girls her age were so needy and desperate to get banged.

Reading further, another thought occured to me, maybe it was because of her orthodox family that she was celibate.

But then again, she had done other s****l things.

“We’re here, sir.” Ross says, breaking my train of thoughts.

I have half a mind to backtrack on my decision to bang Jennifer and instead go though Claire’s records in more detail but I decide against it. I needed some release after all.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Walking into Jennifer’s bungalow, her guard lets me through, looking at me wide-eyed like I was Lucifer, the God of hell. He cowers away when I shoot him a glare.

I might not be Lucifer but I sure could leash hell upon France.

There was a reason people shuddered when they heard my voice and obeyed me like their life depended on it. I’d worked hard to get to the top of my business and every drug cartel in France was not allowed to move an inch unless I permitted it to. Every man involved in the business of cocaine or meth feared and respected me.

And I earned my position and the people’s respect through my sheer skills and plain hard work.

“Azriel, I missed you.” Jennifer says, leaning against the counter of her built-in bar in a skimpy red lingerie. Rolling my eyes at her whiny voice, I walk over to her, “Ok.” I blankly replied.

“Ok ?” Jennifer incredulously said, putting her hands on her h**s as I just shrugged my shoulders at her. What the hell was she expecting me to say? We were just f**k buddies.

“Didn’t you miss me ?” Jennifer said, pouting as she puckered her lips.

Taking a seat next to her from one of the many circular seats that lined the counter, I replied in an indifferent tone, “Sure I did.”

Her face immediately brightened at my response. Not paying any heed to my insincere and cold tone.

How dense was she?

“Drop down to your knees and suck me off.” I ordered Jennifer, making her gasp at my bluntness. I was usually into foreplay but today I just needed a release.

“Now.” I coldly said and she immediately dropped down in front of me, unzipping my jeans as she licked her l*p.

I could make any woman do anything for me with one . Because even though they would never admit it, every woman wanted to be dominated and roughed up. In short, every girl needed a dominant daddy.

And I knew very well how to dominate women and make them my b***h as I f****d ‘em like the whores they were.

“Daddy, you’re so huge.” Jennifer m***s, stroking my c**k as she looked up at me with beady eyes.

“Now suck me.” I darkly said, making her pupils dilate as she was overtaken by l**t, “Suck me like the w***e you are.” I ordered her, sitting back on the plush seat.

Sitting on her knees, she eagerly replied, “Yes daddy.”

Jennifer’s head bobbed up and down my c**k as she g*****d, taking me all in.

She sucked my c**k like she always did, swirling her tongue around the tip and I came every time. Mostly because Jennifer had been practising daddy foreplay for years now and was an expert at most things s****l.

“f**k daddy, you feel do good.” Jennifer m****d, rubbing her t**s against my c**k as she spread her saliva all over my c**k.

Gripping the counter I was leaning into, I tried not to blow up on her. None of this was working, I just wasn’t able to get off. Even Jennifer’s hot body rubbing against me couldn’t do anything for me.

“f**k !” I screamed out.

I roughly pushed Jennifer away from me, leaving her wide-eyed at my sudden outburst.

When she sees me getting off the little circular seat, she desperately whines, clinging onto my arm, “Why are you leaving ?”

“I just remembered I had to prepare for a meeting tomorrow, Jen.” I gruffly said and walked out of there before she could beg for me to stay further.

Claire, you have no idea how your life is about to change. I darkly thought.

You are mine. Mine to f**k. Mine to own.