The Billionaire’s Bargain Bride

Mi Cielo

SADIE

I offered my lips freely. Instantly, Cenric captured my mouth, delving with his tongue in. I tasted myself. It was supposed to be mortifying, but I found myself bold as I enjoyed it.

I still felt his thick fingers inside me not a moment ago. When my nipples grazed against his chest, I ached again—for his touch, for his kiss, and I felt greedy as I wanted more.

I wrapped my hand around his thick and warm length, squeezing the shaft a little. He groaned against me, breaking our kiss.

“Babe, don’t.”

I froze. I thought my heart stopped at that moment. I could feel the color draining from my face in embarrassment. Doesn’t he like when I do it?

“Your hand is as smooth as silk, and I like it a lot, but I won’t last long. And I want to be inside in this second.” His voice was a low rasp. “No. Since I laid eyes on your picture.”

“Oh.” My eyes grew a little wider.

“Finally, after so long, I can have you tonight.”

I’m still sensitive to his ministration. When he guided his length to my wet entrance, coating his shaft with my damp folds, I gasped.

“Just follow my lead,” he whispered. I could feel him struggling to keep his self-control at bay. The way his jaw clenched, his deep breaths, the veins on his forehead, and sweat trickling down his forehead, I knew he was about to lose it.

“Wait.”

He stopped from gliding into me. Confusion flooded in his face.

“I want to be on top?”

“Are you sure?” he grated. His expression was partly dazed.

“Yes. I want to see you.”

“Okay, but don’t rush. I’m with you all the way.”

“I know what to do. I watched porn.”

“I started to hate those porn ideas you’ve watched.” With a growl, he covered my body with his own, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me so hard before he rolled us over.

My eyes went wide as his cock rubbed over my sex, driving me more crazy.

Sweating, he gritted his teeth. “Sit on me, but—”

“Stop,” I growled at him. “This is not a sex education with demonstration, Cenric.”

His eyebrows reached his hairline. With a beam, he said, “Kiss me, babe.”

I leaned down and kissed him, and he reached for his cock, guiding me to my folds. I rolled my hips, and he gripped his own to mount into me. I instantly shuddered as I felt him coating his shaft with my wetness, rubbing and rubbing up and down until he pushed in slowly.

The progress was so maddening slow.

With my palms on his chest, I bit my bottom lip, squeezing my eyes shut as he pulled out, pushing it in. With his shaft gliding into me, I rolled my hips once more.

“Do it.” In one fluid motion, he bucked himself up, and I felt a pop. I cried out.

My eyes fluttered open, my head spun. My breathing held. My world stopped in a momentum—not from pain, but I felt full, stretched. I thought I split in half.

I felt my body on fire—the throbbed, the ache had transformed in pure pleasure.

“Does it hurt?” His tone was in a panic.

I let go of my breath. I shook my head, unable to form a word. I shut my eyes close, relishing the feeling of him inside me, absorbing the heat sensation of our skin mingling together. And he was so thick, so long, it nudged something inside. I thrashed my head down as I tried to lift my ass.

I shuddered.

“Say something, babe.” His voice was melancholy. He held my hips, keeping me in control.

“You’re unbelievable. You’re big, what can I say. And stop treating me like a fragile china doll.”

His body shook in a silent laugh before kissing my forehead. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Only your ego, Wollf.”

“You’re feisty in bed. I love it.” And he thought it was funny.

I started moving on top of him, bucking my hips against his. Each friction created a throbbing pressure down my belly. As he filled me again, the sensation became complete bliss.

“Open your eyes, babe. I wanna see them.”

I obeyed, but I couldn’t keep up. I panted. I grew desperate to come, and I started to clench around him.

“Oh, God!” I threw my head back.

He kept his hands on, squeezing, imprinting his fingers on my hips as he ground against my clit, bucking uncontrollably. I writhed and moaned in ecstasy.

I was so drenched, slicked, and my wetness was dripping.

He wrapped his arms around me, covered my body with his, captured my mouth hard, sucking in my moan in a searing kiss.

As if on cue, I snaked my legs around his waist. An ecstatic cry filled the room. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt him plunge all the way in, so deep I didn’t even know it was possible.

My cry didn’t give him the reason to stop. Instead, his thrust sped up. His grounding became more desperate. He was gritting his teeth for control, and I could feel him throbbing inside.

We were sweating.

“Come for me, mi Cielo.” His words were a growl.

My muscles clenched everywhere while gasping for air to breathe.

His shaft began to swell. My walls began to tighten around his thickness as he shoved into me violently. My fingers dug claws against his back, holding tight into him. My toes began curling.

“Now, babe.”

One hard thrust.

My climax came so quickly. I screamed, and Cenric roared. Then he stiffened one last time, and he sounded in pain, tormented until a warm liquid released inside me.

I fell in his arms as my orgasm went on and on until waves of bliss washed over me.

He held me tight as he let himself fall.

He started stroking his fingers on my back. None of us made a small speech. All I could hear was our breathing and the rapid beating of our hearts.

Minutes passed—he kissed the top of my head and said, “Don’t pass out.”

“It’s crazy how you make me feel,” I murmured against his chest.

“Me too. I’m not gonna ask you if you’re okay.”

“I’m going to skew your dick.”

“Then you just lost your happiness.”

I lifted my head. “Excuse me?” I knew he was joking. “I was just contented with porn and my own happiness before I met you, thank you very much.”

He burst into a laugh. “And what was it? Vibrator?”

“I might have used more than that.”

“You were a virgin, babe. You didn’t go beyond that, and maybe, your finger.”

“So?”

“Hungry?”

“Nope.”

He lifted me to lay just eye level with him and kissed me. “Are you up for a bath?”

I stretched my body. I didn’t feel sore anywhere besides between my thighs. “I could use one.”

“Good. Wait here. Let me prepare the tub for you.” He kissed me again a little bit longer. “I don’t wanna get out of bed right now, but you might be a little bit sore.”

“I can still do another round,” I joked.

His lips spread into a full-blown smile. “No doubt.”

“Kidding.” I rolled my eyes. “I need a bath.”

He then picked up his boxers on the floor. “Don’t dare sleep, babe.”

He then came a few moments later. I was already sitting on the edge of the bed with my robe on.

“Ready?”

“Yup.”

The smell of my bubble bath was inviting, and it would be nice if he joined me.

“You have a bigger tub.” He helped me dip in before he followed and seated behind me so that he could clean me up. My prayer just answered.

I settled in between his thighs with a joke. “Maybe we should try sex in the tub.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“We will have sex, fuck, make love in every corner of this house,” he promised as he rubbed the loofah around my back.

“I’m on a pill, by the way.”

He paused. His rubbing stopped in the center of my back. I turned my head to face him. He seemed in deep thought until he met my gaze.

“Okay.”Okay, but not seem okay.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”