Fake It For Daddy (Sugar Daddy 1)

It’s intense and right. I don’t need to take control because I’m already in control. She’s doing this for both of us, taking away both of our pain. I groan and kiss her lips, hungry for her, swirling images of her body invading my mind as the pleasure grows hotter, faster.

She rides me faster. I let her do the work, admiring her body, her hips. She has such a beautiful figure, perky breasts, full lips, gorgeous hair. I grab it, slap her ass, thrust up faster and make her ride. She moans and doesn’t stop.

I can feel sweat on her skin. I can feel myself growling, a deep tickle in my throat. I can’t help myself. She keeps going, not stopping, not slowing.

Her body tightens, tenses. I know what she’s thinking, what she wants. She’s inches away.

Fucking hell, I want it. “Ride it, Paige,” I growl. “Come on. I want to see you come on my big cock.”

“Please, Daddy,” she begs. “I want to come. Let me come.”

“Do it, dirty girl. Come for me.”

She gasps as she keeps riding. I feel her roll down my shaft as she comes, unable to help herself.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s gorgeous, perfect. I can’t help myself. I grab her hips and thrust up inside of her. I come hard, filling her with my hot seed. I come deep inside her tight little pussy and she wiggles her hips, bearing her ass down, making sure she takes every single drop.

At the end, we’re both breathing hard. I hold her tight and kiss her. She smiles up at me.

“Better?” she asks.

“Better.”

“Now, you’d better figure out how to get us out of this.”

I laugh and kiss her then bite her lip. “Maybe I’m okay with being locked in a hotel room with you.”

“Don’t be dirty,” she says, grinning.

I kiss her slowly but my mind’s already starting to work again. The rage and anger that was paralyzing me is only a distance buzz now.

I’m starting to plan, to think again. All because she knew just what to do to take my pain way.

This girl. God damn, this girl.

She has no idea what she means to me.16PaigeWe’re in the hotel room for one full day, but neither of us really cares. Leon explores my body more closely and intensely than I’ve ever experienced before. He leaves me shaking and moaning and begging for more.

And he’s planning. I know he’s planning. He’s on the phone constantly, when he’s not teasing me and fucking me, at least. He’s on the phone all night. I don’t think he sleeps at all.

In the morning, we take a shower together. We laugh and wash each other and it’s the most intimate shower I’ve ever taken before. We don’t have sex. We don’t need to.

That’ll come later.

When we get out, coffee and breakfast is waiting for us. We’re prisoners, but at least our prison is nice. I get dressed and do my hair while he drinks coffee. When I’m finished, he puts on clothes and joins me by the window.

“I have a plan,” he says to me softly. “It’ll be expensive. It may even ruin me. But I think it will also ruin those two pieces of shit in the process.” He looks at me, head cocked. “Will you stay with me through it all?”

I bite my lip. “You don’t have to ruin yourself just to hurt them, Leon. We can just live our lives and move on after this.”

“No,” he says softly. “We can’t.”

I look at him for a long time before finally nodding. I hate the idea of him burning down what he’s built, but I can see that there’s no going back for him. “Okay,” I say gently. “I’ll stay with you no matter what.”

“Good.” He takes a breath and lets it out. “I hope I won’t have to go through with this.”

I nod once and lean my head against his shoulder.

We sit like that in silence for a while, just sipping coffee and looking out at the beautiful city of Monaco.

Yesterday, this place felt magical. It felt like the future, like a beautiful possibility.

But today, it’s just another collection of buildings and boats.

It’s hard to see the romance in a place when you’re being held captive, even if you’re a captive in a beautiful hotel room with a nearly perfect man.

Leon finally finishes his coffee and smiles at me. “So, what are we going to do today?”

“I assume what we did yesterday.”

He grins at me. “Can you handle it?” he asks.

“Physically or mentally?”

“Both.”

I laugh as he grabs me. I grin and struggle to get away as he kisses me. I laugh and he wrestles me over to the couch, laughing along with me. I end up on top of him, kissing him deep and slow, his hands on my hips.