Fake It For Daddy (Sugar Daddy 1)

Paige makes me stop thinking about it. Paige obliterates it entirely.

All that worry, all that anger, disappears in her arms. It all disappears as I kiss her lips, letting my tongue linger in her mouth, tasting her, breathing her, feeling her.

I know something’s happening. It’s obvious, should be obvious. I’ve known it for a while now but haven’t been able to put it into words. I haven’t been able to pin it down or understand it.

Right here, in this hotel room in the middle of one of the lowest points in my life, I think I finally get it.

She’s more important to me.

I grip her hair and kiss her slow and deep and let the world outside of our bodies dissolve into nothing. It feels like peace, like heaven.

I pull back and stare at her and I think she sees it, or at least she feels it.

“Undress for me,” I say softly as I take off my jacket.

I unbutton my shirt while I watch her. She undresses slowly, so fucking slowly. First her blouse, revealing those incredibly perky breasts, those soft yet firm perfect nipples that drive me wild, that milky white skin. She shakes out her hair as she drops her blouse onto the floor followed by her bra. She’s blushing as she starts to take off her pants.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I whisper. I take off my own shirt, dropping it onto the floor. I love the way her eyes flicker along my skin. “You’re beautiful, little Paige. Do you know that?”

“No,” she whispers. “I’m nothing special. I don’t even know why… why we’re doing this.”

I chuckle softly, shaking my head. She really doesn’t get it yet.

“You know why, little Paige.”

She bites her lip and starts to pull down her pants.

“Stop,” I say.

She pauses, looks up.

“Turn around.”

She blushes even more but she obeys. God, she always obeys. She turns around and slides her pants off, bending over to step out of them, and I stare at her ass, at the mound of her pussy from behind as she gets her pants off her feet. When she’s done, she stands up straight, naked except for her panties.

I take off my pants. We’re matching now, wearing only our underwear, and I can tell she wants my touch.

Not yet.

“On the couch,” I say to her. “Kneel on it, your ass facing me. Go.”

She walks over to it and gets on as instructed. She puts her hands on the back of the couch, knees spread, back arched ever so slightly, her hair falling down her back. I stare at her ass, at the perfect curve of her spine, at the taut muscles in her back. She bites her lip and blinks, cheeks red.

“Hand between your legs,” I say.

“Leon—”

“No,” I cut her off. “That’s not what you call me.”

She lets out a little groan. “Daddy. Please.”

“Touch yourself, my little Paige. Will you obey everything I ask of you? Can you go outside yourself for me, little Paige?”

I watch as she hesitates before slowly lowering her right hand down between her legs. She lets out a soft little moan, barely audible, as she touches her pussy. I can tell from the spreading dark around her panties that she’s soaking wet.

“Faster,” I say. “Touch yourself like you’re alone. Don’t be fucking shy, Paige.”

She slowly strokes herself over her panties. She looks away, back arched. I watch her fingers slide along her slit, up and down before she stops and pushes against her clit. Her body shakes and she lets out a low groan.

I walk over to her and kneel down behind her. “Don’t stop,” I say, watching as she rubs herself. I grab the hem of her panties and I slide them down over her ass. She puts her legs together and I take her panties all the way down to her ankles before spreading her legs open again.

“Fingers,” I say softly. “Go ahead.”

She slides her fingers along her slit. I watch as she gasps and shivers, spreading herself wide. She finds her clit and starts to rub it as I spread her ass and lick her all around.

I love the gasp she makes, half surprise and half pure pleasure. I lick her ass while she rubs her clit, moving faster, shaking with joy. I spank her, but not too hard. She lets out a little groan and goes faster. I keep up, licking her, spanking her, and soon my fingers slide inside of her from behind.

She doesn’t stop working her clit as I fuck her with my fingers.

“Look at you,” I whisper. “You’ll give me whatever I want, won’t you, little Paige?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I know you will. Every inch of your body is my plaything, my little toy. Do you know why?”

“Why?” she moans.

“Because you know I’m always going to make you feel good. At the end of the day, I’m going to give you every bit of pleasure you want. That’s all you care about, my darling Paige, that’s all you need.”