Page 13 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

Her costume, or rather the lack of, is breathtaking in its simplicity.

She is not wearing a single piece of cloth, but rather she is wrapped in small gold chains.

Her skin tone is healthy and natural. Not a fake salon tan, but sun-kissed with a faint tint of red.

Her tan accentuates the gold chains that reflect the light from the intense spotlight, highlighting her voluptuous body.

As she moves and flows, dancing toward me heading to Johnny, her breasts stir my lust even further.

They are perfectly proportioned and symmetrical, but they are moving and flowing, bouncing up and down, jiggling out the top of a gold bodice like only natural tits do.

My tongue touches the corner of my lip and plays there.

The thought of sucking, soft, little pieces of her velvety skin between my lips, to lick then graze with my teeth, draw my balls uptight as they fill with cum.

Little gold chains are wrapped around her long graceful neck, and her platinum blonde hair is drawn high in a ponytail that sways from side to side with each strut, held in place by a single gold ribbon. I know she knows how to do a hair flip that will take your breath away.

A gold chain G-string and gold stilettos complete her attire. Her body glitters. When your body is that perfect, there are no flaws to hide .

I am unable to take my eyes off her, unable to see anything else, and unable to hear anything but the music of her dance as her body literally sings like a siren to me. No woman has ever had this effect on me. She is simply stunning!

When she reaches Johnny, she begins to twirl faster and faster, unspooling the first layer of gold chains, slowly revealing more and more of her beautiful, flawless skin.

When she stops abruptly, her tits are barely covered, and they rebound from the velocity.

The mounds of mass float under her skin in a sexy rolling motion as they come to rest in their proper place. Fuck! She is stacked and packed.

She pulls off the gold ribbon holding her hair and shakes her blonde mane out, letting it float like a cloud down around her shoulders.

Then she takes the ribbon and twirls it, making it float in the air as she dances under it.

Doing a couple of spinning hair flips that does indeed take my breath away.

She is breaking me down. So fucking contagious. Making me ache all over. My gut clenches, and I battle my full hard-on throbbing in my jeans.

Then she kneels on the chair, straddling Johnny's lap, and hovers over him, dominating him. Her tits are inches from his face. The sight of her pussy being spread wide open lights my cock up! I bite my tongue and hold my breath as a wave of lust racks my whole body.

Then she ties the gold ribbon around his neck and the other end to the chains still tightly bound around her breasts.

I swallow hard, wanting to see those tits naked.

She leans closer to him, dropping her head down, so her hair engulfs his face, and I wonder what she smells like in that moment.

She lifts her arms like a swan, then drags her hair off his face as she arches away, slowly bending her back, reaching for her heels, tightening the chains as she gets further away.

Her hair falls off her tits and hangs down off her head.

I'm impressed with her flexibility, and that pose sends my mind dreaming of Kama Sutra positions we could enjoy together.

When she grabs her stiletto's, the chains bust, letting the remnants of the corset melt down her hard abs, sliding into a pile of gold on Johnny's lap.

He is one lucky, son of a bitch, birthday boy having that gift unwrapped like that.

Then as she begins arching back up, my gut tightens into a hard knot.

Her breasts are bared for all to see. Fucking A!

That is fucking HOT! Her areolas are painted with gold dust, and her nipples are taut!

The sight of them makes everything inside me burn hot.

My tongue runs quickly back and forth over my lip.

What I wouldn't give to flick those nipples and suck those tits!

Plump, full, round, soft, and firm, they are begging for attention.

When she pushes them together, then jiggles them up and down in opposite directions, a soft, desperate moan escapes my lips. What I wouldn't give to fuck those! My cock throbs wanting to be between them. They are perfect!

Johnny leans his head down, trying desperately to sink his face in them.

The thought of him touching her causes my jaw to clench, and that primal something that lives just under the surface dangerously wants me to jump up onto that stage, jerk her off him by her hair, smash my fist in his face.

Then drag her off somewhere to fuck for as long as I can and as hard as I can, pounding her pussy, gorging myself on her breasts, knowing this time once will not be enough .

She drops her tits, puts her fingertips on his forehead, and pushes his face away.

Then she stands up, spins around, and sits on his lap.

Fuck! Johnny lets out a frustrated roar and tries to get his arms loose.

Thank god, the motherfucker is tied to that chair.

If he touched her right now, I would fuck him up and enjoy it.

She stands, blows him a kiss, then dances straight to me.

Her perfection fills my mind completely.

Golden tits freely moving in rhythm with her stride.

She stops at the edge of the stage, and my eyes devour her gorgeous golden tips.

Then she looks down, scanning the crowd, and I see her face for the first time.

Her eyes are light green, and her features are Norwegian.

Her lips are a dark soft pink, and a wave of passion washes over me.

I wonder what her sweet lips taste like and if her nipples and pussy are the same color.

She looks out at the darkness to connect with the crowd, yet she cannot see anyone. She smiles a beautiful smile, full of gentleness and hope. Her happiness radiates her face, giving her a glow.

She turns away, and my eyes drop to devour her ass.

It is as spectacular as the front. She grabs the stripper pole and flings her legs up, pushing herself upside down.

She makes one complete revolution, then drops into a squat on her perfect ass.

Holding onto the pole, she leans her torso away and lets her pussy bump and grind it.

Everything in me wants to feel her doing that to me.

Standing again, she struts away, back to the birthday boy, and I watch her butt cheeks roll as she goes. They are powerful glutes. Perfect for pounding!

When she arrives, she does the unthinkable.

She takes her shoes off, then puts her foot between his legs and rubs his hard-on.

Oh, fuck! I can feel her toes massaging his dick.

Pre-cum seeps out of my cock. I push it down and shift in my seat.

Then she firmly grasps Johnny's chin in her hand, forces his face to hers, and leans down.

I can feel her kiss. Right before her lips touch, she smiles, then turns his face away.

She whispers in his ear, and he grins big.

I imagine the feeling as the soft flesh of her lips press into mine, and her sweet breath on my face, as she times her kiss on his cheek perfectly with the end of the song.

The spotlight goes off.

Silence and darkness again fall on the crowd.

My senses, already tuned in and hyped up, listen for her retreating footsteps.

But I only hear the sounds of people shifting in the audience.

No one is talking. Then I pick up on the sounds of footsteps approaching and see out of the corner of my eye the same two dancers in flamingo feathers untying Johnny and helping him back down to his table.

His friends stand and pat him on the back or knuckle bump him when he arrives.

He is all grins. I know where his dreams will come from for a while.

Hell, I know where mine are going to come from, from now on.

I drain my glass and place it on the table, then I rise and pull my pants down at the knees so my balls, full of cum, can move without being pinched. I need a bathroom break.