Baby For The Impotent Billionaire

CHAPTER 7.

“Please, sir, I want you please. Just do what you want with me,” I begged desperately. *How can I lose this 4 million tonight?*

Bright looked at me and replied, “If it’s because of the money, I can give it to you for free. You don’t have to worry about sleeping with me.” He refused, but I moved away and pulled my red dress off. “I want you. Please…”

Bright frowned when his eyes travelled to my body. I know I get a lot of rejection at the interviews I went for because of my body. They said that I am too beautiful to work for them and will cause a lot of distraction at work or scandals in their firm.

“Mm,” Bright hummed and crossed the distance between us. His hand reached for my chin to look at him. “I do not sleep with virgins and honestly, I’m only doing this because my fiancée broke off with me today,” he said painfully, his brown eyes glowing red in anger at the memory.

“I can help you to forget about her. Trust me, I want to please you,” I told him, not knowing what was driving me insane to please him.

Bright looked into my face and smirked as I am standing in front of him.

“I like your courage,” he said, pulling back from me. “How do you intend to please me, since you’re a virgin and inexperienced? Where did you get the lessons from on how to please a man?” His eyes flashed with intense curiosity.

“Watch me,” I licked my bottom lip and moved back a bit to entertain him.

I reached to strip off all my red dress completely, and I see the way Bright’s eyes follow my hand, as I take off the red dress, stepping out of it.

I slowly reached for my pant and took it down my waist. My fingers reached behind my back and I unhooked my bra and exposed my huge milk factory to his view.

“How do you like what you see?” I asked him like a temptress. This time, I am working for the 4 million, and I need to give him an unforgettable night that he won’t be able to forget me after tonight’s event.

I intend to leave a memory of myself imprinted on his brain. And who knows, he might come looking for me by tomorrow.

“Are you sure you want this?” Bright inquired. “I do not want a woman coming after me by tomorrow and accusing me of defiling her. However I have CCTV in this entire mansion so that will prove my innocence that I didn’t force you to get down in bed with me.” His lips curled into a handsome smile.

*CCTV Camera?* My heart raced at the thought that I am being recorded, but that’s a good plan. Besides, if he thinks of me after tonight, he can research my performance.

Holding my flushed cheeks, I walked to meet him as he sat lazily on the bed.

“That’s what I want. To entertain you. So it doesn’t look like I stole your money without entertaining you,” I told him as I reached for his waistband. He frowned and stopped my hands that touched his belt.

“Do you all women think men give you money only for s*x?” He asked, his voice dripping ice.

I assume his ex has left him emotionally broken. So I shook my head and told him, “No. But you know that we are not in love. So this is like a transaction affair. Let me please, okay?”

My blue eyes twinkled as I peered into his brown orbs.

His resolve dwindled, and he gave me a go-ahead order.

“Alright. It’s getting late, let me see what you’re good at,” he let go of my hands, and I am nervous as I take a look at his waist.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly unfastened his belt and it feels like infinity.

Finally, his belt is off, he assisted me in relaxing a bit, and I reached for his manhood to please him with my mouth. I might be a virgin, but I have ears and eyes to see stuff.

Slowly, I placed his erect size into my mouth, watching his face as I pleasured him.

He relaxed, not wanting to lose himself in the pleasure that I am offering him.

I took him deeper into my throat, and he held my head as I pleasured him hard.

“Mmm,” he moaned, his angry eyes relaxing as he looks at me with something different. His eyes flickered from the look of pain to satisfaction.

I am happy that I can make him relax. At least, he won’t regret paying me for my service.

I have no regret, after all, I have searched for a job for three good years with no work. Until tonight.

“Mm. You’re driving me insane, mmm,” Bright moaned aloud and finally seized me, as I let go of his manhood, and he got his first release.

I looked at him in shock, seeing him spilling off that hot creamy liquid.

*I think he says that he’s impotent. So how come his discharge is so thick?*

My heart raced, but he gave me no time to think more.

Reaching for me, he took me to bed and hovered above me. As the sound of his clothes falling to the ground reached my eardrum.

Once he’s on me, he asked for my permission again, “Are you ready?”

I gulped hard and nodded, feeling him searching for my entrance. Once he gained his access, thrusting his huge, thick length into me. I moaned and begged to be released.

Bright was so hot, aroused that he keeps making love to me. At a point, I think he’s punishing me. It made me wonder what truly happened between him and his girlfriend. But I shut my brain from thinking about him.

This is only a one night between us, and he already tells me that he won’t come after me. He says he’s impotent, but his stamina and passion of how he thrusts into me shakes my entire body.

I feel his huge manhood slamming into my womb.

“Mmm,” I moaned, wanting him to get off me. I cannot take him anymore. But he seized my hands above my head and continued his actions, lifting my right leg and angling it in a way to get direct access into me.

“Please, let me go. I cannot take it anymore,” I begged him, as I am exhausted, but he’s so damn aroused.

“I’m not done. Besides you promised to entertain me. Is this how you work for the money?” He asked, and my eyes narrowed at him.

I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to say anything to him that will annoy him. After all, he’s hurt.

After a few more deep thrusts, Bright calmed and got his release. I expected him to move away, he held me, calming in me and breathing heavily.

After a while, he pulled out, sat on the bed and held his head.

“What’s your bank account?” He asked, reaching for his clothes.

I looked at him, as he wore back his clothes. I had expected him to sleep with me on the bed, and maybe leave in the morning. But he’s dressing back like nothing happened.

I called my bank account number for him, my head lowered as I feel embarrassed.

“I have transferred the four million to your account. Thanks for tonight, and you can take your leave by morning. Good night,” Bright said, and he walked away from the room.