Craving My Dad's Billionaire Bestfriend

Camille's POV

"Jessica! Jessica!” The crowd of masked men chanted as I danced and stripped on stage. Loud music filled the entire club, and I grinned, trying not to get lost in the song.

It looked like today's payment would be worthwhile. We had a large crowd, after all. Adjusting my mask to keep it from slipping, I swayed my hips towards the pole on stage, dressed in black lace g-string and bra, and began grinding against it.

“Show us those titties!”

“Take it off!”

The men yelled, and I tossed them a grin. Just when I reached for the strap that held my bra up, my eyes connected with a pair of eyes.

He sat away from the men surrounding my stage. He had a black mask on and a white shirt that bunched against his muscles tautly.

I could see every outline of those forearms as he raised a glass of whiskey towards his lips and my breathing stuttered.

For a second, I wondered how they would feel if I kissed him. How could lips look so inviting? I could imagine them on mine, claiming, demanding, and taking.

My stomach tightened as I noted the rest of him. His jaw was clenched and looked so sharp, I could swear they could slice through anything.

I couldn't make out the color of his eyes, but they burned. I felt them trail down my skin. And then they met mine again as he took another sip.

My knees weakened, and my hold on the pole slipped. He was drinking me in. Every gulp, every swallow. The crowd melted away, and it was just him.

I watched his Adam apple work up and down in his throat as he swallowed and parted my lips in a silent moan. I wanted to climb down the stage, walk over to him, and kiss it.

Then, slowly work my way down that magnificent chest. His hands set down the glass, and my thighs tightened at how large they were. He was a huge man.

I doubted his hands were the only thing huge about him. He blinked and looked away, breaking the spell he had on me.

What on earth was that? I had never felt so… seduced. And he had done nothing more than look at me.

What if he touched me? With those large hands? Grabbed my tits and fondled them? My thighs grew slick and pressed harder against the pole, grinding my pussy against it.

“Fuck it all!” I heard a man yell and before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged off stage.

“Let me go!” I demanded, shoving at the man who had grabbed me. The security guards were supposed to make sure this didn't happen. But they were nowhere in sight!

That wasn't good.

“Let you go?” The man said with a disgusting leer on his face. “You naughty tease. Admit it. You want to be fucked!”

Certainly not by him!

I drove my knees between his legs and watched him crumple to the ground, screaming like a little girl.

I barely had time to celebrate my victory however because the men around me went into an uproar. They grabbed my arms and tried to push me on my knees.

Panic drilled through me. If I didn't get out of here, bad things would happen. I could barely see or breathe with the men yelling and laughing around me.

“No, please no!” I cried, trying to pull away from them. Tears stung my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. “Let me go!”

My eyes caught the stranger I had seen earlier. He rose from his seat, about to walk out of the club.

“Help me!” I called out to him. “Please!”

He stared at me for a minute, clenching his jaw as if considering helping me, then pushed through the crowd.

I was right, he was a huge man.

He towered above everyone else and had no difficulty tossing people aside as he made his way towards me. A large hand yanked me out of the men's grasp and pulled me into his arms.

A woody scent filled my nose and I let out a soft sigh. He smelled so delicious.

“Not yet, pet,”

A shiver slid down my spine as he spoke. His voice was low and raspy, running down my skin and making me terribly wet.

He led me through the crowd that way. Me, protected in his arms, as he shoved anyone who stood up against him.

“You can let go now,” he murmured low in my ear, skimming his lips over my ear lobe.

I shuddered and stepped away, looking up at him.

Hazel. His eyes were hazel. They burned as they stared down at me through his mask. My pussy throbbed and I bit my lip trying not to moan as I recalled the way I had been pressed up against that hard body.

He cupped my face, freeing my lower lip from my teeth.

“You shouldn't do that, pet,”

Pet. I don't know why that made me even wetter. This should be embarrassing. We were outside the club in a corridor. The thong I wore barely covered my pussy. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs as I stared up at him.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because I’ll demand compensation,” He replied in that deep timbre of his.

My nipples poked through the lace, begging to be let out. His eyes darkened as he ran his tongue over lips and then muttered.

“You're a naughty little slut, aren't you?”

“I… I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.” I replied, trying to step away from him. His arm came up around my waist, jerking me towards him until I was flush against that hot hard, delicious body. I could feel his dick go hard.

“Ohh,” I moaned breathlessly.

“Are you wet?”

As he asked the question, his hot palm trailed down my backside, pulling on an ass cheek and spreading them apart. More juices spilled, soaking the lace thong and then rolling down my thighs.

“Fuck,” he growled, spanking my ass and I squealed in surprise. “If you were mine, you would be up against the wall right now, pet.”

He delivered another spank and I buried my face in his chest, squirming in his arms, wishing he would touch me where I needed him the most.

“I could be your slut,” I mumbled, staring up at him.

His eyes darkened and I yelped when he spanked my ass again. “You could be? Or you will be?”

My mind buzzed lightly with awareness that this was going too far. He was a stranger and I shouldn't fraternize with anyone from the club.

But he felt so good. And I was so horny. I needed him. Who knew, I may never see him again.

He pulled on the thong I wore causing it to dig into my pussy and a cry slipped from my lips. Pleasure shot through my veins.

“Answer the question my pet,” He hummed, pulling harder.

If I thought I was wet earlier, then I was flooded.

“Yes!” I cried, head thrown back as he tortured me. “Yes I'll be your slut, just fuck me already.”

He let out a slow long hiss and rapidly switched places. “So eager. You are so fucking eager, aren't you my pet?”

My back was pressed up against him, his cock digging into my back. A large hand pried my legs apart.

“Spread them,” he ordered. “And keep them that way.”

“Yes,” I drawled when his hand trailed hotly down my back, slipped between my ass cheeks and found my pussy.

He pushed the panties aside and pressed his fingers against my aching core. We both groaned at the impact.

“You're so fucking wet!” He growled, slipping two thick fingers into my sopping wet cunt. “Did dancing for those bastards turn you on? Tell me!”

“N-No,” I moaned. Oh he was driving me crazy. Thick fingers invaded my pussy, thrusting repeatedly, harshly. I loved it! I pushed my ass deeper on his fingers, grinding on them.

“Hump my fingers like the dirty slut you are,” He growled. “Dancing on that stage, for all those bastards to see. Did you like it?!”

I moaned, too lost in the sensation I felt to pay attention to what he said. He withdrew his hands then and I cried in disappointment.

Three successive hard smacks landed on my ass.

“Oh fuck!” I cried arching against him.

“Answer my question pet,” He hissed harshly, nibbling at my earlobe. “Did you like those men touching you?”

“No,” I whimpered, trembling. “Please. Please,”

“What are you begging for, pet?” he mocked, delivering another spank to my ass, this time a little too close to my pussy. “Make it clear.”

“Make me cum. Please make me cum!”

I was way beyond redemption. I just needed those fingers back in my pussy.

“You crave release?” He chuckled.

“Yes, yes please.”

“You know what sluts do when they want something? They beg. Get on your knees and beg, my pet.”

On my knees?

I looked down at the ground and slid down on my knees. My ass propped up towards him.

“Beg,” he hissed, spanking my pussy this time.

I yelped as I tingled all over, more juices spilled and I could feel myself get closer to the edge.

“Please make me cum,” I moaned, wiggling my ass at him. “Please? I'll be a good little slut. Just make me cum please!”

“I want to fuck that dirty mouth so bad,” He groaned, slipping his fingers into my pussy this time and fucked me with it. Hard.

I held on to the ground, welcoming the invasion, relishing it, feeling those thick fingers fill me up.

“Look at that,” he murmured. “Your pussy lips taking my fingers like the greedy little slut you are.”

Anyone could step out and see my pussy getting violated by some stranger and that thrilled the hell out of me.  His thumb found my clit and swiped at it before pressing down suddenly.

That set me off. I exploded, squirting all over his fingers and hands, moaning as I did.  His fingers didn't stop fucking me all through my orgasm.

“Look at you, making a mess everywhere,” he growled. “Get up.”

I struggled to, still reeling from my orgasm. He wrapped a hand around my neck and slipped the fingers that had just been in my cunt into my mouth, fucking me with them as he had just fucked my pussy. I moaned as I lapped up my juices off his fingers.

When I calmed down from my orgasm, the realization of what I had just done dawned on me.

I had allowed a random stranger to touch me! Eyes wide, I stepped away from him, staring in disbelief. Without waiting for him to say a word, I turned around and raced towards the elevator, ignoring my mask as it fell.

I had to get out of there!