Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

My stupid plan to sell my virginity.

Frankly, I’d been afraid that I would go blind with l**t and lose my virginity to any man. Little did I know how much I would regret not letting some horny boy f**k me and pop my cherry!

Truthfully, I was the only one who had ever given myself an o****m and I always stopped probably a bit short because the intensity always frightened me. The numerous s****l partners I’d had were more interested in getting themselves off than even figuring out where the clit was.

But Azriel Clake was in between my legs, tongue swirling around my girlie parts, and my eyes were rolling into the back of my head.

He sure knew where it was. And I was about to go off like a hand grenade with the pin pulled out.

Holy s**t that felt intense! He flicked the covers off and now I didn’t just feel it, I could see it. He looked up at me, twirled his tongue, sucked inward, and then he gave me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen in my whole damn life.

He was the guy I’d dreamed of right now, a man who exuded s*x, my fantasy come true. Messy bedhead, twinkling eyes pale brown looking sparkly almost like quartz or something, all muscles and male scent coming off him. Was I dreaming? My head rolled back and my back arched and I let out a squeak as sensation rolled through me.

Azriel’s POV

She was like heaven, wrapped tight around my tongue. She had a tight shaved p***y that, when I spread her folds apart, was so pink and perfect that taking those panties off felt like Christmas morning. She tasted a little like pineapple.

What was even more amazing was the way she was responding. I’d woken up at dawn with her sprawled across me, looking, feeling, and smelling gorgeous. It was the longest uninterrupted sleep that I could remember. I was always up two or three times a night but I’d slept 7 hours straight and woke up with this goddess draped over me.

Her silky hair fanned out across my shoulder, her fingertips touching one of my n*****s, her hot palm had skated across my skin and she’d let out a sleepy m**n as I’d run my fingers through her hair.

So I’d flipped her over and kissed my way down the shirt and nestled between her legs while I pushed those silky black panties down. She was so responsive, moaning in her sleep and spreading her legs for me. She tasted so good, sounded so sweet when she m****d, and she was mine, moaning for me. Something about that just called to me on a deep level.

When her eyes had opened and she looked so flushed but didn’t pull away, instead arched and let out that hard shudder and high pitched “Ah!” it was perfection. My hand slid up and cupped a breast, feeling the silky tip harden under my touch. f**k, I had to be inside of her. Now.

Claire’s POV

After giving me the most intense o****m I’d ever had and the only o****m I’d ever had not alone, he rose up my body and settled directly on top of me, looking at me with a smile on his face.

I was wide-eyed and probably red faced and more than anything, I was freaking scared. The earth had just shattered and I was in pieces. If I was red-faced, it was because I was embarrassed. He’d caught me off guard, doing this to me while I slept. And I was afraid because I didn’t know what was next.

He reached down, not breaking eye contact with me, and freed his e******n from his underwear. I was about to protest but in an instant, he’d pushed inside of me, hard and to the root. His eyes sparkled as I winced. He still had my gaze locked with his.

“My beautiful virgin,” he whispered, “your p***y was made for me.”

I closed my eyes and chewed my l*p, absorbing the feel of him and at the same time continuing to let the horror sink in.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he whispered huskily in my ear, “Anybody ever make you come like that?”

I would’ve gulped but I couldn’t swallow. I stared at the ceiling, to avoid his face. My face was beet red, I was sure, but I had goosebumps everywhere, too.

“Good,” he whispered against my forehead and then kissed it, “I found it hard to believe that you were a virgin at first. But now that I know that you weren’t lying, I’m so f*****g glad that none of those school boys have ever had their sorry excuse of a c**k inside you.”

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him, then said, “Play your cards right and this big hard c**k is the only one you’ll ever have inside you.” The seriousness on his face struck fear down in my gut.

Then his tongue was in my mouth. I wanted to pull away. I didn’t want to taste myself on him. But he wasn’t letting me move. He kept pushing deep into me down below, his tongue tracing across my lips, darting inside. His lips were strong, demanding.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby,” he whispered.

I was frozen.

“Now,” he grunted and my arms and legs obeyed him. I didn’t want this but if I fought it I was sure it would turn violent and happen anyway.

“Ahhh, you feel so good Claire, you are a goddess. You’re so f*****g tight,” He grunted this into my neck.

I just laid there, letting him do that to me. I felt like I was splitting in two. Half of me felt what he was doing to me and it felt good, so good.

This must be what s*x was really supposed to feel like, except that it was missing the emotional component and probably shouldn’t have this fear component.

Under my hands I felt his muscles ripple. Under my calves I felt his butt clench as he drove into me. His body was so muscular and strong. This wasn’t a boy; this was a man, a man who knew how to make me feel good, a man I was petrified of.

The other half of me wanted to float away somewhere else. If I’d risen above my body and looked down I’d have seen that my eyes were staring at the ceiling, wet with unshed tears.

This sensation in my body was real and it was intense but it wasn’t what I wanted to feel. I wanted to disappear into thin air. I thought back to my fantasies about him and felt real remorse for ever wanting to be underneath him. I started to sob. Loud.

He started pushing harder and harder and then gyrated his h**s and hit something inside of me that made me jolt.

My mouth was wide and I’d let out a little m**n and staggered breaths and my legs were shaking — hard.

Suddenly he grabbed me roughly by the hair and held my cheek to his cheek. I let out a cry of pain and then he came inside of me, moaning loud and the sound of that, it made every nerve in my body prickle. Then he fell limply onto me, out of breath.

“f**k!” he growled into my ear, and then nuzzled hard all over my face and neck and chest, rubbing his rough stubbly face all over me. It made goosebumps rise all over my body again.

He ripped the shirt I had on wide open and sucked one of my n*****s into his mouth and m****d loudly. Then he let go and gathered me to him and flipped over, holding me tight against his side, brushing my hair away from my face with his fingertips on one hand and sliding his fingers from behind though the moisture between my legs with the other hand. I shuddered.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” his voice was husky, sleepy. He leaned over so I could see his face and gave me a dazzling smile while he kept rubbing with his fingers. His fluid was leaking out of me as he continued to rub rhythmically back and forth over the seam of my v****a and spread it all over that area.

I started breathing shallowly again as sensation began to rebuild. I think my eyes were rolling back into my head again and I was inches away from coming again. I fisted the bed sheet.

But then he pulled his hand away, “Naw, you’ve had enough for now. Wouldn’t wanna spoil you. But I could get used to waking up like this, huh?” He kissed me behind my earlobe and then sucked my earlobe into his mouth for a second and made a victorious-sounding growl in my ear.

I think I must’ve looked back at him like he was an alien or something because he waited for a beat, eyeing me, then burst out laughing.

He gave my bottom a stinging slap while biting his lower l*p, and then pulled away from me, getting out of bed, “Aren’t you full of surprises?” he asked, crawling backwards out of the bed until he stood at the foot of it and looked down at me, naked and his body glistening a little bit with sweat.

“I know vanilla is your favorite flavor but just so you know, that’s probably the one and only time you’ll ever get it,” he winked at me and sauntered, naked, to the bathroom. I heard the shower spring to life.

I bolted upright, feeling my heart pound against my chest and my eyes scanned the room.

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My shoes were still here on the floor but all I had on was his blue dress shirt. I threw the covers back and my panties were still around one of my ankles. I pulled them out of the mess of tangled up sheets and went into his walk-in almirah type closet and rifled through drawer after drawer, looking for pants.

I found a drawer of t-shirts and took one and put it on. I took another and used it to wipe the mess between my legs. I threw it toward a hamper and it missed. I pulled a pair of Azriel’s track pants out of another drawer and put them on, rolling the cuffs up until they were to my knees.

I decided to abandon my killer heels. I never wanted to see them again after the day I had worn them. The water was still running and my v****a was still throbbing with raw sensation.

I grabbed my purse which Rosita had told me where she put all my belongings which consisted only of my purse. I was relieved to find all the items I had still intact in my purse.

I darted out of the bedroom, tying the drawstring around the waist of the pants as I ran, and took off down the stairs. I dashed out the front door which wasn’t locked for some inexplicable reason. A house alarm started instantly and piercingly betrayed me. I should’ve anticipated this.

f**k!

Then I saw the man who’d lifted me and hauled me back to my room yesterday leaning against Azriel’s Mercedes, doing something on his phone. His chin lifted and then he was looking right at me.

My heart thudded wildly in my chest !.