Hot Sugar

Because with a pop, the tip of his finger slides into my anus.

“Unnh,” is my achy moan. “Oh god, unnh.”

But Mason’s not done yet.

“I’m gonna give you another one,” he soothes. “You think you can take another one?”

It’s just a rhetorical question because the big man uses his first finger as leverage and pries me open, slipping a second one in along with the first. Oh shit! I just fucked his hand with my pussy, and now I’m being asked to accept a fist up my butt.

But there’s only one choice.

Submit.

And willingly, I do.

“Yes,” comes my heaving pant. “Yes, yes, keep going.”

The billionaire goes for it then. Slowly, he pushes two fingers into my rectal canal, testing its elasticity, the hot walls resisting slightly.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I moan again.

“I can’t help it,” are my helpless words. “But oh … ahhh!”

Because Mason’s licking my clit then. That’s right, with two fingers jammed up my anus, he’s bent his head to lap at my nub like a ravenous dog, my insides going soft and loose.

“That’s it,” he growls into my folds. “I can feel your ass relaxing as your cunt gets tongue.”

And with that, the deep fucking begins. I know it’s not the same as male penis. I know his fingers are just fingers. But it’s good. It’s real good. I twist helplessly on the bed as he works my backhole while lapping at my clit. Oh god, oh god. This is so wrong. Do sugar babies do this? Are they depraved and nasty? And even worse, do they love it the way I do?

Because Mason’s opened new vistas to me. When I signed up for the service, I never dreamed it would be like this. There was the possibility of sex, yes. But I never thought I’d be helpless to him, a slave at his fingertips, humping and grinding anything he offered.

But here I am now, butt penetrated by his fingers as he eats my sweet hole. And just like before, my body can’t resist. With a long, low cry, everything spasms, electricity flying all the way to my fingers and toes.

“Oh FUCK!” is my scream into the universe. “Oh fuck oh fuck!”

Because it’s terrifyingly primal. I’m a virgin with the man she adores. I’m a sweet innocent who’s been turned into someone I don’t recognize. A whore. A slut. A creaming cunt on two legs who does anything her man demands.

And I don’t regret it one bit. In fact, regret doesn’t even enter the equation as my body flies through the vortex, every part of me spasming and twitching, centered on where his body meets mine.

“Mason!” is my helpless cry. “Yes, yes!”

And the big man is into it. He eggs me on, lapping furiously at my clit as those thick digits plunge into my anus again and again, stretching me wide.

“Yeah, baby,” he grunts. “Go for it. Because this is all mine.”

And with another scream, I let go once more, spiraling into free fall. Because what the billionaire said is true. I’m all his. He bought my body through a website … but now my heart belongs to him too.

CHAPTER NINE

Mason

Oh shit, oh shit. What have I done? Watching the girl sleep next to me should be peaceful and rewarding, but instead, my gut wrenches.

Because this arrangement has gone crazy overboard, spiraling into a chasm, totally beyond my control.

I pumped Carrie full of sperm. Not once, not twice, but a whole frickin’ five times last night. Our orgasms were endless, one rolling into another, our bodies calming before incredibly, revving back up again to go another round. Shit shit shit! Even now, as the brunette lies on her side, I can see those pussy lips, the swollen folds pink and still slightly wet.

Fuck.

They’re wet from my cum.

Slowly, I reach a hand down and lightly trace over that juicy crevice, bringing my finger up for a taste.

Oh shit, yeah that’s my cum. Goopy and sticky, chock full of Vitamin D.

Because what else would it be? I pumped the female full again and again, so that even hours later, she’s still leaking. Oh yeah. As I watch, another tell-tale drop of virile white appears at her hole before oozing down to trail over one big buttock.

Because oh shit. Carrie’s fertile. She’s eighteen, she’s got to be, and yet I have no regrets about dousing her with the good stuff. In fact, all I want to do right now is to deliver again, to make her take another load while screaming with pleasure.

How many times did we do it last night?

Head over heels, her legs over my shoulders?

My fingers in her ass, before ramming her cunt?

The girl bent over so far over that she was practically doing the splits, pussy creaming in my face?

Because oh yeah, my sugar baby wanted it. She screamed and cried the whole night, real tears rolling down those cheeks. But they were tears of ecstasy, her body pouring forth in more ways than one. So I just fucked her harder, those sweet little holes embracing my dick.