The Billionaire’s Pawn

LONDON

“Hey, guys. It’s been a while since I last posted a short clip. As the 3rd Anniversary of LH is around the corner, I want to celebrate it by sharing these achievements and successes with all of you and those less fortunate. My husband, Cade, and I had been working on these special designs that are very close to my heart. Well, actually.” I chuckled. “My husband primarily did all the hard work since he designed them. Even before we met, he’d been active in charities, helping less fortunate kids, and he never bragged about it. Before he showed me the designs, he only asked for one thing, that all his share in the sales would proceed to his chosen charities.” I picked the sample of the bag and sneakers. “These are limited items. We called Cade Sneakers and Marguerite Bag. With your purchase, you’re already supporting. Thank you, and enjoy your day.”

I watched the video I posted twelve hours ago, which had already reached half a million views.

For the past weeks, life had been great. My dad and my new family had never been better. Every Saturday, we had our family day at Moses’ or our house. Linden, of course, wouldn’t be absent, with Reef, Sax, and Kye, if the two were not out of town with their boss.

Tonight was a special night for Moses and Striker as the launching of the most anticipated project, STRIKER. He’d been working so hard for the last few weeks for another project, fifty-five percent upgraded of the STRIKER version 2.

My relationship with Dad was getting better every day. I already received my share and had something for my husband.

“So, should I expect a size expansion on the wedding dress?” I was supposed to have my gown measured last week, but work had been busy. I had a trip to Paris for fashion week, so I had no choice but move it to today.

“No. I told my husband, I wanna wear my gown without a baby bump.”

“You will look gorgeous with a baby bump in any dress, London. Trust me.” She measured my bust area. “I was thrilled when I received your call that you wanted me to make your wedding gown. I have been following you on Instagram. I’m excited to see my creation on your special day.”

“Thank you, Anya. Well, I’ve been dreaming of wearing one of your bridal collections.” I chose her because she was talented. Her creation made every bride look beautiful in any size. She had that talent to make every woman look confident in her size and color.

Once she was done with the length, she took note of it. “Do you have any specific request or a design on your own?” It was rare that she came to her client and measured by herself. Today, she made it more special for me.

“I trust you. I want you to do your thing. I only have one request, and I will send it to your email.”

“I couldn’t wait.”

“It’s my handwritten. I want it to be sewn at the end of my veil. My surnames. And it’s a surprise for my husband.”

She smiled. “I guarantee you it would be perfect.”

“I have no doubt.”

She and her team left the apartment right away. I went to the walk-in closet to check some gowns I wanted. I couldn’t choose between red, white, and black dresses. They were all gorgeous.

I felt hands on my waist and his lips on my exposed neck. “What do you think?”

“You will look beautiful in either of these gowns. I would still be the luckiest date tonight.”

“And I can’t wait to see you in a tux, sweetheart.”

“You’d fall in love with me over and over again.”

I chuckled. “So do you.”

“Gladly.” When he kissed my shoulder, I began unbuttoning my shirt. His expert hands came to cup my breast through my bra. I zipped my skirt down. The material dropped to my knees. In one swift move, I was already facing him as he removed his jacket while I pulled off his tie, then he went to his belt. The next thing to pile on the floor was his shirt and pants.

He stepped out to kick off his shoe while I unhooked my bra. “That’s my job, Vanderford.”

“No. Your job is to lie naked in bed before my glam team arrives.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He rushed out of the closet to go to bed.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I followed him once I was completely naked. He was already spread out in bed, stroking his cock. Striker looked so fit. His muscles were hard and sinewy.

I crawled to bed toward him. He instantly scooped me in my arms and lifted me so that he could wrap his arms around me. He rolled us over, and he was on top. As he leaned down, I cupped his head and kissed him. He instantly kissed me back until it became passionate and urgent.

I was already soaking wet, and he was already hard. My breasts were heavy. My nipples were hard and sensitive, and I shamelessly pushed them against his chest for friction. As if he got my clue, he went down and captured it with his mouth with a good suck. My fingers clawed against his bare back. My bottom lip caught between my teeth as I began to thrust my hips against him.

“Sweetheart.” He only answered me with a groan while his free hand traveled to my other breast, cupping, kneading, and rolling my nipple between his fingers. And then he paid the same attention to the other.

I finally let go of a moan.

Once satisfied with my writhing effort under him, he let my breast go. He ran his tongue between the valley of my breasts and dragged himself down until his head was on my tummy. He planted kisses around them, held my knees, bent them, and spread me apart.

I felt my wetness as he exposed me. He began kissing my thighs, then nipped my skin, making me writhe in agony and excitement. He knew when to torture me and give me pleasure, but I grew impatient.

“Cade?”

“Patience.” When he blew a breath to my core, my toes began curling, fingers gripping the sheet. I was anxiously dying, yet he wouldn’t give me what I wanted.

“Please?”

He lifted his head. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want you.”

“Be more specific so that we won’t be late for the event.”

I groaned as I fisted his hair and pushed him between my thighs. “Just fuck me already.”

He chuckled. “Such a dirty mouth.”

Before I could respond, he was already attacking me with his mouth, sucking my clit. My muscles tightened in my body. My head bucked against the pillow.

“Oh, God!” With his hot mouth on my pussy, I screamed. It felt so good. Then he spread my pussy lips with his thumbs and ran his tongue from down to my clit and circled it before he sucked me again.

He did it alternately until I tried to pull him away. I was so sensitive, but I knew I was at his mercy the moment the words left my mouth. He held me in place. My hand clung to his hair and the other to the sheet. That was not even the best past. He slid his thick fingers into my entrance.

“God, sweetheart.”

He suckled my clit and twisted his fingers inside, and teased my G-spot. In an instant, I began pulsing, and my thighs began quivering. “Don’t stop,” I chanted until I was out of breath as my orgasm came rushing to me in full force.

I was still sensitive, and he lapped me clean.

I hadn’t fully recovered, he came on top of me, lifted my leg over his shoulder, and that was it. I cried out as he buried his cock inside me.

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. You’re so bossy, commanding me around to fuck you. Take me,” he said in each word, every pound to me so hard, the bed rattled, my breasts bounced up and down, and I felt him hitting bottom.

“Fuck me hard.” I wrapped my other leg around his narrow waist and pushed back, encouraging him to fuck me harder, and he did. I loved what he did, and it wouldn’t stop me from ordering him because I knew it turned him on.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Your pussy is so tight, baby. Take me, and don’t come until I tell you.” He rocked inside me. He rocked my world. He drove deeper as he could. This was what was fucking was all about, like there was no tomorrow, like a feral animal, no boundaries, no rules, just two people who enjoyed each other, who loved each other.

I pushed back into his dick, and he thrust harder into me. We were meeting in the middle. We did it over and over again until I couldn’t take it anymore. I held his hips and ground into him.

“Not right now, baby.”

“Fuck you. I want to come.”

“I’m not done.” He pulled out, flipped me over in one swift, hung my ass up, my knees bent, head down, hands under me.

All I could do was gripped the sheet.

“Beautiful ass, gorgeous well-fuck drenched pink pussy. You should have seen this, baby.”

I felt the tip as he pushed inside me. With his hand on my head, pushing me down, the other on my hip, he pounded into me harder and faster.

“I can’t, Cade!” I screamed out, breathless.

“I’m closed.” I knew he was. He swelled inside me and grew harder.

He barely finished his sentence. I already exploded. It was earth-shattering.

I was still clenching around him, rolling my hips, delirious from the throes of my orgasm, and he came seconds after me.

“Fuck, baby!”

Once his breathing calmed down, he rolled to my side and pulled me closer to him, kissing me ravenously until we were both breathless. We broke apart.

“I will fuck you again after the party.” He kissed me quickly.

“Is that a promise?”

“You know I’m addicted to you, right?”

“Not to state the obvious, but kinda.” I smiled and did, too.

“I love you, Vanderford.”

“I love you, Cade.” I heard a phone ringing. “Is that my phone?”

“That’s not definitely my ringtone.” He got up. “Let me pick it up for you.”

“Thanks.”

He came back and showed me the miscall. “Call back. Maybe it’s important.”

“Yeah. She’s the head of the marketing.” I took the phone from him and returned the call.

“Is this a bad time? I’m sorry. Hi, Good afternoon.”

“It’s okay, Erin. What is it?”

“The products have been sold out since two hours ago. It’s trending on Twitter, and you can check out the comment section of your post.”

“Oh, my God. Are you sure?”

“Yes, ma’am. They’re tagging you for restocking.”

“Wow. I will check the post and let the team know what to do about it. Thanks, Erin.” I was smiling as I hung up the call.

“What was that all about?”

“Your bag and shoes are sold out.”

“What? Really?”

“Let me check the website.” Since Striker gave me his final designs weeks ago, we decided to pre-order online exclusively. Erin was right. The products were sold out. “We just launched them yesterday.”

“I guess your post impacted your followers and those who love LH. That was a great story, baby.”

“Thank you for trusting us.”

“It’s for the benefit of the orphanage homes. They need the money more than I do. And I love you more for having a good heart and believing in me. So what’s your plan now?”

I read through the comments. Ninety percent were positive. “We will extend the pre-order and add some limited numbers.”

“Congrats, baby. I’m proud of you.”

“And I love you so fucking much.”

He chuckled. “Language, Vanderford.”

“You didn’t mind earlier.”