The Billionaire’s Bargain Bride

First Date

SADIECòntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Nah. I’m not a fan of raw seafood.” I shook my head as I watched him in surprise. “Anything raw. I just don’t like it, except for fruits and vegetables. I don’t like fish in the Sushi, and I don’t like that one you’re eating.”

“Who doesn’t like oysters?” He looked amused.

I raised my hand. “Me?”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

“This dinner is not just all about me, Cenric.”

“I guess this is a part of knowing each other.”

“Exactly.”

“I like any kinds of shellfish, especially clams. I love one in particular. Can’t get over it,” he whispered the last sentence to me.

I squeezed my thighs under the table as I imagined what he meant to say. “Oh, what kind is that?” I lifted the wine to my lips, and he just noticed my hand was shaking.

“What if we ditch this dinner and we go somewhere else?” He held my hand as I placed the glass on the table.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Unless you wanna try some food on the menu.”

“I feel like I don’t wanna eat tonight.”

“You okay? Did the oyster lose your appetite?”

“No. There’s something else I wanna explore,” I said with confidence.

“What is it?”

“I’ll show you later.”

We decided to walk on Manhattan Riverside since the weather did our favor tonight.

“I never did this before,” I said truthfully.

“What have you been doing, babe? I can’t believe my engagement to you had caused you so many struggles.”

“Nah. I would have suffered worse in the hands of another man. Trust me. I know my father. You were just right on time, actually—saving my fine ass. If what my brother told me was true. I was supposed to be married to a man named Antonye Yvar.”

“Fucking cunt,” he grunted in anger as he pulled me closer to him.

“I get that you know him.”

“He’s a Russian businessman. He was married once, divorced. He liked to play in bed. Not the game you’d try and enjoy. He’s into bondage. He likes to inflict pain to his partners.”

“How do you know that?” I asked out of curiosity, and somehow it terrified me.

“I don’t wanna discuss it with you.”

“You practice that too?”

His eyes narrowed at me. “Are you satisfied with me?”

I was taken aback by his question. “What kind of question is that?”

“An honest one.”

“Then I’ll give you an honest answer. Yes. Very much so.”

“Good.” He pulled me into his arms. “I don’t, and I’m not into it. If my dick is enough for you, then we have no issues here.”

“Your hands, your fingers, and so as your mouth and tongue.”

He chuckled, “That’s very specific, i Cielo.”

“Just wanna point things out for you.” I let go of a breath as I stuffed my hands in my coat. “It’s so lovely here.”

“I know you want to go to the beach. We’ll do that very soon.”

“Just finish whatever project you have right now, then we will go somewhere far from here. I want to have you even for a day or two.”

He cupped my face. “Such a sweet. And I almost lost you.” He pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes to relish the feeling of his lips, his smell, his touch before he broke it.

“I’m here with you.”

We went home to his penthouse as he has to go to work early tomorrow.

“It was fun.”

“We’ll do that often, babe.”

“We can just spend on the rooftop if you can’t stay out long.”

“Thanks for being understanding with my line of work.” He helped me with my coat.

“That line of work pays the bills, Cenric, and feeds a lot of people.” I took off my shoes next.

“Sometimes you’re so selfless.”

“I only do that to the right person.” I smiled.

He kissed me. “As you are to me, babe. Do you need anything before I hit the shower?”

“I can manage.”

Once he was inside, I heard the shower running. I peeled my clothes off. I opened the door and joined him. I watched the water run down his lean hips, his firm ass, and those muscular thighs in awe. His back never ceased to amaze me. The mark of my scratches was still visible.

I sauntered towards him and touched his back.

“Babe?” He froze.

“Expecting somebody else?”

“Only my feisty wife.”

I poured a good amount of liquid soap into my palm and lavishly spread it around his back, to his shoulder and neck. I squeezed another and rubbed it all over his ass down to his thighs and legs. Then he turned around, spreading the soap on his chest. I lavished the feelings of his rigid, sinewy muscles as I ran my fingers on each bump.

His muscles contracted against my touch. His sleeping cock started to rise. I could hardly wrap my hand around it and did slight strokes.

I lifted my gaze, and his eyes were on to what I did.

“Am I doing it right?”

He met my gaze. “What do you think?”

My work was the proof. It shot upright—he was hard—even getting harder.

The thick ridge of cock was stunning. The crown was a perfect shape of a mushroom.

Each stroke, he breathed through his nose.

“Fuck.” His eyes clenched shut. His mouth formed an O-shaped. He pressed his palm against the glass wall for support.

I bent on my knees and did it for the first time.

Tentatively, I darted my tongue out, tasting the precum leaking on his tip. It was salty, but it didn’t taste bad.

“Babe,” he growled. “You don’t have to do this.” He was looking down at me. His face contorted with pain as he struggled to hold his orgasm. I guessed I was doing it right.

“I wanna try and learn. And if the oyster tastes like this, I might gonna like it.” I licked it again. Each time I did that, he gave me a satisfying groan.

He was so big my lips stretched to accommodate him as I captured his thick shaft, sliding into my mouth. As I began sucking it, his lids grew heavy, his jaw slackening.

“Fuck, babe. You really know how to make a man fall on his knees.”

My eyes gleamed at his compliments.

“Remind me to thank the actors from the porn you watched.”

I giggled as I swirled it with my tongue and started bobbing in and out.

The feeling was unfamiliar. The taste was addicting.

Being on my knees, sucking a man’s cock seemed mortifying to me, and swallowing a release was disgusting, but I didn’t feel like it.

“Fuck. So fucking good.” Watching him lose his mind in pleasure made me aroused as well. He started rocking into me slowly at first, making sure I wouldn’t gag, but it didn’t help when he was so long and thick. He jutted.

I breathed through my nose, and I felt like he just grew thicker. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes.

“I’m almost there, babe. That’s enough. I want to be inside you now.” he rushed his words out.

I shook my head in protest.

“You don’t have to—fuck!”

I sucked him hard and sped up my blow. He growled, grabbed the back of my head, fist my hair as he pushed it all in. It reached the back of my throat.

A rich, warm liquid jetted in my mouth. I swallowed every last drop of him as he pulsed in my throat.

I wasn’t near able to manage my footing when he lifted me, pressed me against the wall, and rummaged me with savage kisses.

“What you did was bold and hot, and you are driving me insane,” he said against my neck as he sucked the flesh hard it might leave a hickey. He then sucked down on my shoulder, sinking his teeth simultaneously, plunging his dick inside my wet entrance.

I screamed in shock.

Cenric rocked into me so brutally hard that the wall on my back rattled against his thrusts. Each plunge, he did, hit my g-spot just right enough to make me fly high. This position was something new to me, and I felt vulnerable and dizzy with needs at the same time.

“Come for me now, babe.” His last thrust with his grinding brought me to the edge. I came so hard I saw the light.