The Billionaire’s Bargain Bride

Wild Side of Sadie

CENRIC

“Hi.”

“Hello?” I’d been watching her since she walked into the launching of the game. She was wearing a blue back slit strapless mini dress hugging her hourglass figure. Since then, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She had this strong aura. Her blue eyes stood out aside from her gorgeous face. Her shapely legs and pert ass, my dick just twitched in my pants. And those tits alone. Damn.

“I think I know you from somewhere. Have we met before?”

She rolled her eyes. “Really? What a shitty pickup line you got there, Wollf. You may be a billionaire, but you suck at it. I guess most women don’t even care, right? As long as you have deeper than the Challenger Deep pocket.” She sipped her bubbles, studying me from head to toe.

I chuckled in amusement. “I guess I get used to women who are throwing themselves to me. I don’t need to use pickup lines anymore. It’s so unfortunate that my pickup lines don’t work with you.”

She smiled. Her eyes sparkled. “Sorry, Wollf.” She fixed her hair, showing me the big rock on her finger with her wedding band.

“Lucky guy.”

“No. Lucky me. He gave me a big rock. I also got big—” She shrugged. She was adorable. She was also terrible with flirting.

“Big what, babe?”

She emptied her champagne before throwing herself at me. God, I was so profoundly in love with her. “Big big guy.”

“Thanks for coming. Where’s Zhuri?” I knew she came with Zhuri—that was why we didn’t come together. She finally picked one of my cars. She was instantly in love with the red jaguar convertible.

“She’s the one flirting over there.” She pointed at the small bar at the corner.

“I see.”

“Congratulations, Cenric. I’m so proud of you.” Before we launched The Travelers, game critics scored our beta 8. 9/10. Not bad for the first game we created.

“Thank you.” I kissed her on her lips. “You’re my lucky charm.”

She smiled against our lips. “We have an audience.”

“So?”

“They’re filming us.”

I looked around. One of those was Theo. “I’ll sue your asses.”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

They all just laughed at me.

“Dance with me, babe.” I dragged her to the dance floor. She instantly gave in to the music.

We hired the best DJ in town. Everyone enjoyed. They also got free tokens. We instantly reached five hundred thousand players within one hour of launching. Good thing we have state-of-the-art servers. Overload didn’t happen.

“So, who’s your favorite character?”

I smirked under the disco neon lights.

“Why are you smirking?”

“You didn’t check all the characters?”

She stopped dancing when she realized something. “So it’s true then. Devin told me Kimia from Que Wilan is based on me?” She laughed out loud. “What’s she like?”

I daydreamed. “She’s hot, sexy, seductive.”

“Come on, Cenric.” She playfully hit me on my chest.

“Yeah, her physical features. Now, she was one of the most upgraded characters in the game. Her chosen weaponry is combat bow and manipulation by seduction and experts in Jiu-jitsu.”

“And her weakness?”

“Don’t kick my balls.”

“Men?”

“No.”

“Tell me.” She pressed her body against mine. Her tits pushed up, making me harder to concentrate when my dick was in complete control.

“She has the power of healing, but she can’t heal herself. And when she heals someone, she becomes vulnerable and weak.”

“I love Kimia already. Healing someone is selflessness. I see myself in her,” she proudly said.

God, this woman. I was just so smitten with her.

“What? You keep smiling like that, and it creeps me out.”

I laughed out loud. “Next month, you’re gonna check out the office of your company.”

“Your company. I’m your employee. Don’t argue with me on this one.”

“I’d rather fuck you than argue with you.”

She looked more amused than ever. “Glad you agreed with me with the name PrimerTech than PrimeData.”

“First, I disagreed not because you’re my wife. PrimerTech is catchy and not a mouthful.”

“I don’t mind mouthful if it involves you.”

***

We went home to the house since it was the weekend, and we felt like having fresh air and a little serenity. I settled on the sofa as I watched her take her dress off. She was only wearing a black thong. I thought she bent over on purpose, showing the full view of her ass.

I was already hard. I even shifted uncomfortably in the chair. I rested my head back, licked my lips, and started gripping my cock against my pants. I closed my eyes, and the image of me licking her from behind up to her tiny hole had me groaned loudly.

I was in the middle teasing her hole when she nudged me.

“Happy to be alone?”

“Fuck. Me.” She was in front of me naked from up, except for the tiny lace covering what was mine.

She stepped backward until she hit the foot of the bed, seductively laid on her ass, and spread her thighs to me. “How about you watch me?”

“Fuck yeah.”

She licked her finger. Her hand started drifting from her abdomen down to her mound. She pulled her thong to the side and pressed her finger on her little clit. She gasped at first touch.

I fumbled to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants, and shoved them on my feet with my boxers. I wrapped my cock around my fingers, stroking it slowly from the base to the tip. Then I focused on the hot woman who was not apologetic to pleasure herself while having an audience.

She moved her finger in circles on her clit and panted at every rubbed she made.

“You look fucking hot, babe,” I added a little squeeze to my stoke, focusing on the shaft.

My body was burning. My muscles were straining. My heart was pumping so fast as Sadie enjoyed doing what she did.

“Oh, God.” She added a thrust to her hip as if dancing to the rhythm of the sensation she felt.

“Take off your thong, babe.”

She shook her head.

“Come on, babe. Please don’t kill me with anticipation over here. Or do you like me to lick you?”

“No.”

“Then take off your thong for me. That’s what I want.” I licked my lips.

Finally, she threw her thong at me. I caught it with my free hand, balled it, and smelled her essence in the fabric. “You smell divine. Now, slip a finger into your pussy, then show me how wet you are.”

She did with a moan.

“That’s my pussy, babe. Don’t pleasure yourself. Just show me how wet you are.”

Her half-lidded gaze met mine. My wife was dazed. Her skin looked flushed, and she was so wet. Her pussy slicked, and her finger was well coated. She was enjoying it.

“Can I taste it?”

“Yes,” she could barely form a word.

I knew one lick at her pussy she would come. And so, as my cock was heavy and straight.

I rose from my seat and went on my knees. All I could smell was her arousal and sweetness, driving me crazy and dizzy with needs.

I shoved the finger she offered into my mouth. I sucked it clean, teasing it with my tongue.

She gasped and shivered as she watched me pull out her finger cleaned.

“What do you want, mi Cielo? Did you enjoy watching me jack off myself?”

She nodded.

“I need your word, babe.”

“Yes. I enjoyed it.”

“What else do you want me to do?”

She swallowed.

“There’s no secret between us. Tell me, babe.”

“I want you.”

“How do you want me?”

She looked down at her pussy, so ripe it made me hungry with lust.

“Babe?”

“I want you to touch me.”

“Just touch you?”

“And kiss me.”

“Kiss your lips or your pussy.”

“Yes.”

“Your pussy or your mouth, babe.”

“Damn it, Cenric. My pussy.” She moaned in anticipation.

“What was in your mind when you touched yourself?”

“I thought of you touching me and kissing me.”

“And fuck you with my tongue.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Then that’s what I will do to you.”