Fake It For Daddy (Sugar Daddy 1)

But she has no clue. No clue at all.

I kiss her slow and deep and I let her wonder.9PaigeThis isn’t how I expected my morning to go.

I figured I’d be nice and passive-aggressive to Leon all day. I’d be quiet and meek but glare at him. You know, really give him the business.

I didn’t think he’d take me to some fancy restaurant and eat breakfast with me in public. I didn’t think he’d tell me he cares about what I think, maybe not in so many words, but his actions speak loudly.

And I didn’t think he’d bring me upstairs into a beautiful hotel room, give me the day off, and then kiss me.

No, I didn’t expect any of this.

But now that it’s happening, I don’t want anything else.

That’s the strange thing with him. I can hate him one second, feel angry about the way he talk to me, treats me, acts around me. And the next, suddenly I want to kiss him and taste him so badly I can’t stop myself.

He has this pull. He knows when to push me, when to kiss me. Like he can read my mind or something.

I don’t want him to stop. Maybe I should, maybe all of this is just one long mistake, but I don’t want this mistake to stop.

I kiss him deep and let his hands move along my body. He grips my hair suddenly and pulls my head back, making me gasp. I can feel it deep in my chest, that thumping, pulsing desire. It’s pooling between my legs and I know, I just know, soon he’s going to reach a hand between my legs and find me dripping wet.

I know what he’ll feel. And I know what he’ll do.

Maybe I should be afraid.

All that fear goes away when he kisses my neck. He pushes me back and I stumble against the back of the couch. He unbuttons my blouse slowly, popping each button off with skilled fingers as he kisses me. One by one they come undone and soon my shirt is wide open. His hands move up my skin, cupping my breasts.

He presses my shirt off me, pulling it down my shoulders. I let it drop to the floor.

It hits the floor with a whisper and I feel a chill run down my spine.

“I know you still think you’re angry, but you’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispers in my ear as he unhooks my bra. I let it come off and join my shirt on the floor. He kisses my neck and teases my breasts. My pink nipples are hard as he licks them, rolls a tongue around them and bites softly.

“I’m not angry anymore,” I groan. “I can’t be angry right now.”

He chuckles and tilts my chin up, kissing me again, one hand in my hair and the other teasing my breasts. I groan into his kiss and push myself against him tighter.

I love feeling exposed like this, completely undressed for him. I groan as he pulls my hair and reaches down with both hands to unbutton my slacks.

He gets them off and down my legs. He kisses my chest and stomach and pulls them off, tossing them aside. I’m standing in front of him in just my panties and somewhere in my mind I’m wondering how this even happened, how I ended up completely undressed like this.

He cocks his head and looks at me, a little smile on his lips.

“You know, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says. “Turn around. I want to see your ass.”

I turn for him, blushing a little bit. I let him look at me. I’ve never let a man look at me like this before. He lets out a soft little growl.

“Beautiful,” he says. He steps up behind me and grabs my hair again, his hand moving down my back, tracing little lines with his fingertips. I shiver as he reaches my ass and squeezes hard then spanks me softly. “Perfect. Every inch of you.”

I gasp as his hand moves down between my legs. He cups my pussy over my panties and I know he can feel how hot and wet I am. I shimmy my hips and he spreads my legs before his fingers start to tease me, moving over my panties, pushing the cotton into my soaked pussy and ruining them even more.

I don’t care. Let him tear them to shreds. I’m shivering with delight, moaning with pleasure. I push back against him and he spanks my ass before pulling my panties aside. I gasp when his fingers touch my skin and slide up along my lips, spreading them easily, expertly.

He fingers my clit and his fist in my hair tightens as he slowly rolls his fingers along my nub. I gasp, back arching. He growls and I can feel the smile in his voice.