The Billionaire’s Pawn

STRIKER

She is exceptional.

I couldn’t look away or shut my eyes close and miss the most beautiful woman on top of me. And she felt incredibly good.

London hadn’t moved, so I gave her time to adjust as I was all hard inside her, and she was so stretched.

I skimmed my hands all over her hips, to her abdomen, and her perky tits. I cupped them, paying attention to her puckered nipples, pinching them, and it spiked something inside her, clenching around me.

Her eyes started to flutter close as she bit her bottom lip and braced her hands on my chest.

“Ride me, baby.”

She rose and pushed back down, doing exactly as I told her. With each rise and fall, her clit grazed my base, and it grew her drenched. She bit her bottom lip harder as if drawing strength from it.

I held her in place as I met her in the middle, thrusting into her. A gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back as I thrust faster and faster, bringing her closer to orgasm.

She grew more sensitive, and the sensation was more intense. And I got greedier, gripping her hips, pushing all in, and groaning from the sensory overload. And London took me all until I was balls deep.

Moaning, she let me fuck her hard and gave her way to intense pleasure. A hoarse cry broke from her throat as ecstasy filled her, and another orgasm shuttered her.

London was liquid for several moments. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over. Still catching her breath, she hadn’t found the strength to move. I slammed my dick into her in one swift move, and she cried out.

“Too much?” I asked through gritted teeth as I saw tears pooling in her eyes.

“I want more.”

“That’s it, baby. Wrap your legs around me.” When she complied, I began my thrust slow and easy.

“Faster.”

I slammed my mouth against her to shut her and then slammed in and out of her so fast and hard the bed rattled. I had to grip her hips so I couldn’t drag her to the head of the bed.

Her moan matched my own hoarse voice of pleasure as I continued pounding into her.

We were one. Our body conjoined. We fucked like there was no tomorrow.

“God, Cade!” She screamed my name as the pain of forcefulness brought her to another height of her ecstasy. She was almost into her orgasm. I could feel her squeezing me, clamping around me. Then I withdrew, and my tip nudged her clit, the sensitive spot that brought her to the edge.

Her climax came unexpectedly. A gush of wetness seeped through her. While she was still absorbing her ecstasy, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.

“I can’t!” she shouted.

“You can, baby.” I was sweaty and still catching my breath as if I’d been running a mile an hour. My groan grew louder. My cock grew harder. My balls were heavy. I could feel the tingling over my spine. “You can give me one more.” I kissed her quickly before I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders. In this position, I could see us as one.

I slammed into her hard, once, twice, and the third time had her head thrown against the pillow, and she looked magnificent as she came. Her eyes rolled back-her skin rosy pink.

“Fuck.” I pulled out and pushed back. Hard. Again and again, bottoming out.

I fucked her hard like a madman, and she let me without any objection. My dick thickened. Beads of sweat dotted my forehead, and my jaw locked tight.

A deep groan rumbled in my chest. The sound of the flesh slapping against her had her climaxing again.

“Cade!” A high-pitched cry filled the room.

I continued to pump into her hard and fast. It brought me in shock as her inner muscles clenched around me, bringing me to the brink of my own orgasm. My come loaded on and on, emptying inside her as I fell on top of her. I could see the blackness dotted in my vision with exploding stars.

A few moments later, it came to my senses that I might have crashed her, but I knew she was okay as she ran her fingers on my back, but she hadn’t said a word.

“You okay?” I planted a kiss on her lips.

“If you think you broke me, don’t worry. I’m not that fragile.”

“I think having five orgasms would never count you as fragile.” I pulled her into my arms.

“Oh, God.” I could feel her eyes rolling. “You’re gonna use that against me, aren’t you?”

“It depends.”

“On what?”

“If you will give me what I want.”

“What exactly do you want?”

“I need to trade wisely.” I cupped her face so that she could look at me. I leaned in to kiss her lips. The moment our lips met, she kissed me, skimming her hand around my neck and raking her fingers through my hair. She seemed extremely satisfied, and that was all I needed.

We kissed for a few moments. I grew hard again when she snaked her leg around my thigh. London was giving me what I wanted. She didn’t think twice about taking my hard dick and positioning it at her entrance. In one swift move, I was in her.

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I felt it. I felt her. The sensation, the friction, the heat-the intimacy we developed-we felt it.

She moaned, and I moaned. We moved in tandem. Our ministrations had pleasure coursing through us, exploding into a million tiny pieces, bringing us to our own orgasms. Together.

We made love.

We cleaned up together in the shower room.

“We’ll just clean up. I need food with lots of calories.”

“We are just cleaning up, baby. Nothing more.” I tried hard to hide my smile. “And once we’re done here, I’m feeding you,” I agreed with her, though I had something more interesting in mind that involved a lot of exertion.

“Good idea.”

We settled on the couch when our food arrived. We ended up with burgers and fries. London wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted a lot of calories as I watched her take a huge bite of her burger.

“Am I starving you, Vanderford?”

“I am hungry,” she said with her mouth full.

“I bet your father never taught you to talk while your mouth is full.”

“Good thing he’s not here.” She chewed carefully and then stubbed the fries into the ketchup. “Gonna eat, or you’re just gonna stare at me?”

“What can I say? You’re a sight to behold with mayo at the corner of your lips.” I wiped it with my thumb and shoved it into my mouth.

“You know why I like you.”

“You like me?” I couldn’t help but smile. I knew she liked me, but it gave me little butterfly flutters in my stomach to hear her admit it.

“A little.”

“Just a little, huh?”

A rosy pink blossomed on her cheeks. “Yeah.”

“So why do you like me?”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Watching you indulge in fast food amazes me.” I grabbed my burger, unwrapped it, and took a bite.

“You never disgusted with the food I prefer.”

“You don’t eat that every day. You take care of yourself. Every now and then, we have cravings. And judging by your naked body earlier, you haven’t gained a pound.” I watched her blush again. “For a confident woman, you blush a lot, Vanderford.”

“Then stop looking at me like I’m your dessert.”

“You just read my mind right, but you haven’t told me what happened to you and your father. What really upset you, baby?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now, please?”

“But you will when you’re ready.”

She nodded. “Eventually.”

***

I spent some time in the study and gave London her time to herself as she had Facetimed Neke.

The four hundred billion dollar project still intrigued me. I put the USB in my safe, then here came the question, how would my involvement in this benefit the project? Moses asked me to take a look at it. I did. Then what now?

I dialed Dad. It rang for a while before he picked it up.

“Am I interrupting you, Dad?”

“I’m having dinner with a friend.”

“Do I know that friend?”

“Yes, son. Linus.”

I nodded. “I see. Extend my regards. I’m not gonna take much of your time. Take care.”

I yawned. When I got back to the room, London was already in bed. “Hey.”

“Hey, you.” Her eyes were still glued to the screen of her phone.

I joined her in bed. “What’s so important you can’t take your eyes off the screen.”

“He’s hot.” I didn’t quickly get jealous, but I instantly felt a squeeze in my chest, which wasn’t pleasant.

“Who the fuck-” I snatched the phone from her hand.

“Hey. A little respect for my privacy, please?”

I narrowed at her. “I don’t need it with my future wife. And I don’t hide anything from you.”

“My phone, Cade.”

I checked what had been taking her attention from me and eventually gave it back with a twist in my lower belly. She was typing an email. “Sorry.”

“You’re the only guy I want to fuck, jerk.”

I wanted to be pissed for calling me a jerk, but looking at her with that angry face was. I couldn’t. Besides, it was all my fault. And for the love of fuck, I trusted her. Maybe this was what jealousy and love felt like-it ruined a relationship.

“I’m sorry. You could have just told me you’re writing an email.”

“Trust issues much?”

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“I should be the one with trust issues, but when it comes to you, I feel like I can trust you with the world, not just my life. If you want to check my phone, bag, or laptop, all you have to do is ask. I’m an open book, Cade.”

“Yet, you still haven’t told me why you are so upset with your father. He was having dinner with Dad earlier anyway.”

“They might be planning something.”

“Why did you say that?”

“Our wedding, I mean.” She went silent for a moment before she faced me. “Can we get married next month or the first week of another month?”

I stared at her for a moment before I had my brain back working. “This week, you can’t wait for another day. You even wanted us to elope. What’s changed?”

“You have a lot on your plates right now?”

“About Moses?”

“And other things.”

“Baby, what I have on my plate won’t stop us from getting married. Unless you changed your mind and didn’t wanna marry me anymore.”