Hot Sugar

And jism blasts hotly then, rope after rope of sticky cum coating my anal walls. It’s so dirty, the hot liquid flooding my insides.

“Mmmm,” is my delicious moan. “Mmm.”

And oh god, but the pumping goes on for a couple minutes. Both the alpha and I are lost, coasting on the waves together, riding with ecstasy as that big dong releases in my back end. And I just want more. There are no regrets, no doubts, nothing but pleasure and gratitude.

Because this man saved me. We met through a dirty site for sugar babies and sugar daddies. But Mason’s gone out of his way to make me happy. He rescued me from my parents. He helped me find an apartment. He’s paid for countless items, not just clothes and jewelry.

And most of all, he’s kind to me and my sister, tolerating Nicole even when she’s a thorn in his side. Because the billionaire doesn’t have to do anything, this is a transaction after all. But Mason’s actions, his gestures, and those long looks tell me that something’s in the air … and I only hope it’s love.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Mason

“I’ve made it clear – we need an international and a national campaign. They’re focusing on New York media, when all of Paris is out of the loop,” protests Tim, our burly head of marketing.

Kim, his associate, nods in agreement.

“Exactly,” she whispers sibilantly, eyeing the ad agency guys with suspicion. “Paris is where we need to focus.”

Bored, I yawn, not even bothering to hide it. Because I checked out of this fight a while ago. That’s what money does right? I pay these folks to sweat the small stuff, leaving me to focus on the bigger picture.

Besides, how can I think about business after last night? It was incredible. I thought sexual performance peaked at eighteen for men, but at forty-five I’m still goin’ strong. Oh yeah, I took Carrie’s sweet little butt last night, dong in anus style, and it was fucking amazing.

Because outside the bedroom, she’s as sweet as a kitten. You’d never know, looking into those big brown eyes, the soft whisper of her voice. But in private, it’s all different. All the holds are off, and the female goes wild. Soft whispers? Please. Full on screams is more like it, boobies jiggling, cunt wet. And oh shit, that ass. I reamed her so hard, the gape afterwards was fucking obscene, all that jism dripping out.

But it was good. Real good. Better than that in fact, fucking perfect. Because Carrie answers to my animal within, while also satisfying my need for a good girl. I can’t go about parading some slut on my arm, it’d be too embarrassing.

So yeah, this female is the best of both worlds, and the realization jolts me to my bones.

“Alright gentlemen,” I nod, waving as they stand. “That’s enough. Let’s discuss this later.”

Immediately, people rise to their feet, grabbing papers before filing out. But I don’t get up. Not when I’ve got a rock-hard stiffie under the marble table top.

And the second I’m alone, I call Carrie. WTF? Neglecting my empire to tend to a sweet girl? But it’s worth it, and it’s what I want.

“Hi,” she answers excitedly on the first ring.

“How’s it going?” I try to sound casual, even as my body hardens at those sweet tones.

“It’s going great, really great. Nicole just got here, so she’s decorating her bedroom and I’m letting her help with the living room too,” she chirps, excitement clear in her voice.

“Everything’s on rush order, right?” I growl.

She giggles.

“Yeah, everything we’re picking will be here today. It’s all in house, so they don’t have to get it from a third party provider,” she explains.

I pause for a moment.

“Make sure they know there’s no budget,” I say bluntly.

She gasps.

“Thank you,” she says softly. “I appreciate it so much.”

And I smile then. Because Carrie deserves it. After the hard life she’s had, she deserves a little luxury, and it’s easy enough for me to give it to her. A snap of my fingers, and it’s hers. But then Carrie interrupts.

“What are you doing?” she speaks softly into the phone.

“Just finished a meeting,” is my reply. “Boring, as usual.”

She pauses for a moment, soft breathing audible on the phone.

“I miss you,” comes her whisper, and my eyes close at the need in her voice, knowing she wants me as badly as I want her.

And the truth is, I miss her too. Even though we’ve only been apart for a few hours, already my body hums with need, my mind reaching to her over the wide expanse.

Her voice jolts me from my reverie.

“Did you hear me?” she whispers again.

Ah, so Baby wants to play.

“What do you miss about me, sweetheart?” I tease roughly.

But she’s so innocent, so giving.

“I miss your smell, Mason, the feel of your hair between my fingers. The way you look at me, how you always check to see if I’m okay or if I need anything. I miss feeling your arms wrapped around me, making me feel tiny. I just miss you,” she admits shyly.