His Sugar Baby

y it was four bedrooms until I took over one of the bedrooms for my office. I like the view from it more than the view in the actual office. You can have the office for your own private space.”

“It’s gorgeous, here.” Now we are in the master bedroom. Anne is the one who stops, her eyes on the bed. “About the terms of...” She stops and blushes.

“Fifty thousand a month for a year, whether we make it the entire twelve months or not. You’ll also get a credit card for personal use, whatever you want to use it on, no limit.”

Her reaction isn’t what I expect. Taking a step back, she shakes her head. “What are you expecting from me?”

I follow her. “You, all of you. I’m not into kinky shit or anything. You make the rules. I’ll accept what you are willing to give or not give. You don’t do blow jobs, fine, but I’ll need to taste you. That preview in the car wasn’t enough.”

“If you want to.” The words come out of her in a rush. Her eyes are big as my hands catch her hips to keep her where I want her, close to me.

“You’ll spread your pussy wide for me to feast when I want.” It’s not a question. I can smell her wet for me. I need to taste her again. Sliding my hands down over her beautiful round ass I squeeze what has been tempting me.

“Yes, yes.” Her hips rock against my straining cock.

Fuck, her breathing flutters as she rocks against me again. Needing to know before I tear her clothes off and fuck her where we stand, I almost groan as I ask. “Any other no-gos for the bedroom?”

“Anal.”

“You mentioned it already, I’ll live without it. Tell me more, any other limits?” Her hand comes up to my arm to steady herself. Her breathing does that thing again, then her other hand is at my waist. Her eyes are hypnotic pools of silver.

Her voice is trembling. “I agree to sex at least three times a week but I have the right to say no to more than five. The right to my own space and to sleep in it instead of with you. No pimping me out or trying to share me with other men or women. No fondling me in front of people. No discussing our arrangement publicly, if you talk to your friends about it privately I’m fine, but just not putting it on blast to just anyone.”

“When you say three times, is that each time I fuck you or every time I take you?” Fuck, she’s panting for me to be inside her. Her hands go around my neck then pull me down to her mouth.

“Take me.” She groans into my mouth.

Clinging to my last shred of sanity I ask the last question that matters, “Are you protected? I fuck bare and I want to come inside you.”

“Yes, yes.” She moans as she presses her breasts against my chest.

“You’re mine.” It’s not a question. Question time is over.

Chapter Six

When he growls the words, “You’re mine,” He tears at something deep inside me, leaving me raw and aching. When his mouth covers mine the burn of his passion sears the wound closed, making my head spin in a dizzy mix of need and fear for how much I need more, need him.

Somehow, I’m on the edge of his bed and Grant isn’t pressed against me. I become frantic, tearing at his shirt needing to feel all of him against me again.

“Easy, easy.” He whispers against my throat as he nips at the thudding heartbeat below my skin then licks lightly.

I hear the zipper then his hands are running over my skin pulling the dress down. Tearing his shirt open I press against him, wanting every inch of him against me. Oh god, the fine silky hair of his chest teases me as the heat of him envelopes me. His mouth covers mine, tongue deep, tasting every inch of me. His breath is mine, the taste of him scorching away the memory of every kiss before him. Until there is only him, only this moment.

When his mouth leaves mine I moan from the loss. Then liquid heat sweeps over my neck as he whispers my name against my skin. I beg for his kiss again, my hands running through his thick silky hair. He shakes his head as his hot mouth covers my bare breast. The shock of the intense feeling has me looking down to find out I’m naked without knowing how it happened.

Sucking deeply on my nipple he plunges me into a pool of bliss I’m drowning in. My breasts are often given a lot of attention because of their size. They are sensitive and can be a source of pleasure, but too often they weren’t because hands and mouths were too rough. Grant takes me beyond pleasure into the closest thing to ecstasy I’ve ever felt. I’m begging for him not to stop and then to stop because it’s too much, and yet not enough. Careful, gentle licking followed by Grant sucking painfully hard into the hot hollow of his mouth goes on for so long I’m ready to scream for relief. Then he switches to my other breast and I shake with need as he begins all over again. I open my legs wide in invitation, need, demand, rocking against him, frustrated to find he’s still wearing his pants.

“Fuck, you smell so good.” Grant moans into the hollow of my breasts. I jump, held in place by his body when his large hand covers me there. “All for me, panties soaked for me.”

A finger traces the slick lips of me. I should be ashamed of how wet he finds me. I’m not. Especially when I see the satisfaction on his face. Bringing up his hand he brushes his slick finger coating a hard nipple aching for his mouth.

“Pink, like cotton candy, sweet like the cherries they look like. Beautiful, your whole body makes my cock ache.” His mouth swallows my nipple and sucks hard, unrelentingly. “Delicious.” He whispers against my nipple before he nips lightly.

His large body is moving up and away from me. I fight to follow. Grant shakes his head as his hands grasp my hips lifting me farther up the bed. His eyes move to the hottest part of me and glow bright. Opening my legs wider, tilting me up to receive him it feels like forever before he presses a kiss full of reverence on my bare swollen mound. Velvet soft, his tongue lingers along the seam of me.

Now, just his tongue isn’t enough and his mouth covers me as his tongue dives deeper—hungrily—again and again. Two fingers come up, separating my lips, opening me to him. A hot shaky breath brushes against me seconds before he devours me. Tongue deep, he moves inside me deeper and deeper. It’s not enough, not nearly what I want. He captures my inner lips, sucking hotly, lightly then so hard it should hurt but it doesn’t, it makes me crave more.

Honey, hot, sticky, and sweet is filling my veins until every inch of me is too weak to move. I’m lost in what he is doing to me, unable, unwilling to think beyond the feeling of his mouth on me.