Hot Sugar

by Cassandra Dee

  And with that, I hurtle into his arms. Because we have a lot to work out for sure. Things got so messed up that it’s almost impossible to believe. My parents acting like lunatics. The trip to Paris where I was disinvited. The fear. The recriminations. And my depression, my inability to leave this darkened room for two weeks.

  But somehow we’ll come out of it. And we’ll come out of it stronger, brighter, happier, because this is how it was meant to be. Sure, Mason and I started out months ago as a sugar daddy and his baby. Two people in a transaction, money for sex, a sweet teen’s companionship thrown in as an extra.

  But somehow, our experience has transcended that. Because two people met, spent time together, and fell in love along the way. It’s not that weird is it? That’s usually the way these things go. And for sure, this isn’t perfect. And it may never be perfect. But I know that I love Mason Channing, and that the billionaire loves me. We’ll give up what we have to. We’ll make concessions where we have to. Maybe he won’t be CEO anymore. Maybe I’ll never get my degree. But you know what? It’s okay. Because I have my heart’s desire … and that’s my man, Mason Channing.

  EPILOGUE

  Mason

  A year later …

  “Oh god,” I moan, eyes closed. “Oh god, Mason, now now.”

  And the billionaire obliges.

  Slowly, smoothly, he eases that fat cock into my ass.

  Another guttural groan escapes my throat, anus clenching around his thick hardness.

  “Yes,” is my helpless gasp. “Just like that.”

  And Mason growls behind me.

  “Look up sweetheart. Look up right now. I want you plugged full both ways as you enjoy the city of lights.”

  Because this isn’t just anal. This is hard DP. The man has a dildo stuck in my cunt as he fucks my behind. And not only that, but I’m crouched on a bed in our hotel room, the windows thrown wide open so there’s a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, majestic in its brilliance.

  This is perfect.

  He’s so perfect.

  This moment is perfect.

  Because we’ve come a long way since our sugar daddy / sugar baby arrangement. First, Mason stopped paying me. Or he didn’t stop exactly, it just got a lot less obvious.

  “Sweetheart,” he growled in my ear one day. “I’m putting a hundred thou into your account for you to use as you see fit. It’s just a little something for my best girl.”

  I whirled, hair flying, eyes wide.

  “A hundred thousand?” was my helpless gasp. “That-that’s not necessary Mason.”

  But the billionaire’s eyes gleamed.

  “It’s necessary sweet thing. It’s necessary for my woman to have everything she needs, to have access to my fortune. So take it pretty baby. It’s yours.”

  And I gasped because this act of generosity was incredible. Truth be told, I’ve never had two nickels to rub together, so to suddenly be worth six figures was a shock.

  Plus, this was on top of everything else Mason had already done. Because he put my parents into rehab at one of those places that costs an arm and leg. He enrolled Nicole in a top girls’ school in Manhattan, buying all her books and supplies. And they get along great, the billionaire more like a big brother than a remote and powerful CEO.

  And maybe Mason and I aren’t married yet, but we’re definitely headed there. We live together now, and to the public, we’re one. So yes, I attend company functions. I show my face to his friends. And we sleep in a big bed each night, my curvy form wrapped around that hard frame.

  So getting DP’d was totally normal. The big man dicking me with a toy as I took cock up my butt is par for the course, just a standard part of our love play. And as I moaned again, the Eiffel Tower seemed to wink.

  “Unnnnh,” came my mewling cry. “Oh god, Mason!”

  Because it’s never been this good. After a year together, I’ve learned to hold my head up high. I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter what other people say, or what other people think. What matters is our loving. And Mason’s never let me down. He guided me through the PR mess, helped me overcome that devastating depression. Nor did he leave Channing Corp. But the billionaire did pull back from some responsibilities, delegating more duties to various vice presidents and other executives. As a result, the man has become more engaged in our relationship, as well as in the work itself.

  And now he’s taken me to Paris to make up for that missed trip so long ago.

  “Fuuuuck,” is the alpha’s low roar as he pumps my bottom. The sound of flesh slapping is obscene, his thighs hitting my jiggly rump again and again. “Shit, your anus is tight. You can’t imagine how it looks baby, that pink rim gripping my cock.”

  But I want it a different way. I can sense my man’s balls tightening and lifting as he pushes into my rectum, and this isn’t what we agreed on. I want more. Because a couple weeks ago, we talked about having a baby, and it’s my dearest desire now.

  “No Mason!” comes my breathless pant. “Don’t come yet. Put it in my pussy big boy!”

  And the big man hears me. With a quick flick of his wrist, he pulls the dildo out of my puss and crams that fat cock in with the next thrust.

  “Ohhhhhh!” is my delighted moan, legs spread as I’m fucked so good. “Oh god, yes yes yes!”

  Because this is how it’s meant to be. The alpha in me, every which way, filling my holes as he fills me full of love. But right now, I wanted that love in a literal sense. I want sperm. Man milk. Goopy DNA. And as those thrusts increase in ferocity, becoming harsh pummels, my scream comes again.

  “Fuck your baby into me, Mr. Channing! Fuck me, fuck me!”

  And the words send Mason off into a spiral. He grabs my curvy hips tight with two big hands before stiffening abruptly and letting go with a mighty roar.

  “SHIT!” is that barbaric cry, penis jetting mightily in my inner cavern. “Fuck this shit!”

  And I cry out as well, screaming my ecstasy to the heavens.

  “Yes Mason! Yes Mr. Channing! Give it to me, fill me with your baby.”

  Because oh god, it feels so good and so right. We were meant to be this way, locked like puzzle pieces, our bodies struggling as our minds become one. Hot sperm pulses into my cunt, great white lashes seeding my fertile form, sure to take hold.

  “Yes!” I scream again, big boobies dangling as I’m overfilled with his virility. “Yes, yes!”

  And soaring off into ecstasy, my mind forms one last thought. Is this what sugar babies do? Is this what sweet girls do with their sugar daddies? Because our relationship was never meant to be. It wasn’t even supposed to be a relationship. But against all odds, here I am now, pussy spasming again and again on his pole as we try to conceive.

  And the billionaire wants it too, his cock releasing lash after lash of the good stuff, the baby batter so virile. The alpha’s just as helpless as me, losing his senses, spinning into the heavens as he empties into my sweetest spot. So yes, some may say I got lucky. Some may say this could have been a disaster, and it very nearly was. But I say never give up because my sugar daddy is gonna be a daddy for real now … and it’s absolutely right, in every way.

  THE END

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  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Carrie

  Let’s go,” he whispers on my lips before leading me out of the venue, waving at groups as we make our way to the exit.

  By the time we arrive at the penthouse, I’m a little tired, but my hunger for him has only intensified. Watching him as he pulls his suit jacket off to reveal his broad shoulders, my knees weaken a bit and I find myself breathing heavy.

  “Let’s have a drink,” he nods towards the back room and I follow him, because I’d follow him anywhere.

  It’s a dimly lit room with different shades of red illuminated by the light. Mason sits on the velvet covered sofa, and I follow his lead, sitting right beside him as he pours two glasses of wine.

  After one sip, I get lost in his eyes while listening to how much he enjoyed the evening. I don’t know what comes over me, but I climb onto him, straddling his body after setting my glass onto the coffee table in front of us.

  His eyebrows raise, and his hands drop to my ass, cupping me in each palm as I lower my lips to his. It’s been too long since I tasted him, and after craving him all night, it’s overdue.

  Our tongues dance together as my hips move seductively, my body grinding against his. I can feel his hard length on my sex, and my body is desperate for the intense pleasure he introduced me to, so I instantly feel the waves building in my stomach as my clit rubs against my lace thong.

  “I want you now,” he whispers on my lips, pulling away from our embrace.

  “I’ve wanted you since I left you two days ago,” I reveal, before biting my bottom lip.

  Without a response, Mason stands, lifting me into the air with ease. A gasp escapes my mouth as I cling to his neck, gripping him tightly with my thighs. I can’t believe he’s carrying me; this was a fantasy I never thought I’d see happen. Who could be this strong to lift my curvy ass without so much as a struggle?

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls in my ear before biting my ear lobe, and then my jawline. Next, he’s tugging at my neck before sucking my sensitive skin as I moan deeply from the sensation.

  When my eyes finally open, we’re back in his masculine bedroom, surrounded in dark shades of black and gray. Mason lays me on the bed gently before quickly unbuttoning his shirt, ripping the last few buttons as he yanks the fabric from his body. Mimicking his haste, I struggle to wiggle out of my fancy gown, twisting to unzip my dress before he stops me.

  “Leave that on,” he warns in a dark tone and I do as I’m told, pausing to watch him undress slowly. Then an idea pops into my mind.

  Just as he’s readying himself to crawl over me, I spring to my feet, excited to give him an even better show.

  “Can you unzip me?” I ask, looking over my shoulder with every ounce of sexy I can manage in my eyes and tone.

  With a soft kiss to my shoulder, Mason slowly unzips my zipper and attempts to pull my gown down, before I turn to face him, our eyes both laced with lust and desire.

  “Sit down.” I instruct him, and to my surprise, he does as I say without question, sitting on the edge of the bed, with his hard rod standing at attention now that he’s completely naked.

  With his eyes hovering over me, I slowly lower the thick straps of the black dress down my arms. The fabric feels electric against my needy skin, and Mason looks completely consumed by me as my hips rock from side to side while I dance to the song playing in my mind.

  His hand lowers to his cock, those thick fingers gripping around his shaft, once my double D breasts fall out from under the gown. My nipples are like shards of glass, sticking straight out towards him.

  Starting at my neck, I allow my hands to trace down my body, as my fingernails scrape against my skin. A moan crawls from my lips. Our eyes are locked, while my body unwinds slowly. The dress falls down my curves after a wiggle of my hips.

  Spinning around, I hear the breath escape Mason when he gets a full glimpse of my round ass. My thumbs reach beneath the waistline of my lace thong, as I bend over while pulling the drenched fabric down my thick thighs.

  “Come here,” I barely hear the words as he pulls me down to the bed so fast I bounce from the fall.

  His lips are on my sex so fast, and my legs fall apart to welcome him. God, he feels amazing! His tongue traces my opening before sliding inside, kissing my sex just as he does my mouth, with passion and urgency. The waves in my belly return with a vengeance as he refuses to wait for me, pushing me further, much faster than the last time.

  “Mason! Oh God! Please,” I plead, unsure of what I’m even begging for. He feels so good, I don’t want him to stop. But my body is on overload, racing towards an explosion and I fear how devastating it could be, racking through my body recklessly.

  His tongue pushes deeper, as his front teeth graze against my clit and it’s my undoing. I fall dangerously into an orgasm that lifts me up and drops me into an abyss of pleasure. My pussy creams so heavy I can feel the juices escape me, and my head feels cloudy and light while my eyes close slowly, consciousness slipping between my fingers.

  “Mmm….” I hear Mason moan as his lips release me, and my surroundings begin to clear as my heart race normalizes.

  As if in a trance, I drop to my knees, desperate to give him the same pleasure he’s just gifted me. His length is rock hard, staring ne straight in my eyes, as I trace my tongue down a thick vein that reaches from the head of his cock to the base.

  “Oh shit!” Mason growls, and my confidence soars.

  Spreading my mouth as wide as possible, I slide his girth down my throat, but I can barely breathe with his heavy erection pressed against my tongue.

  “Ungh. Fuck, baby,” Mason groans before looking down to see me struggling to manage his massive cock.

  Knowing he’ll be reminded of my inexperience, I try to shove him in and out of my mouth, but when he reaches the back of my throat, I gag from the fullness.

  “Slow down, sweetheart,” he says softly, gripping the nape of my neck with his strong hand.

  My head relaxes into his grip and I look up into his eyes as he bites his bottom lip looking down at me.

  “Relax your mouth, let me in,” he instructs me with a needy tone that makes my pussy drip, still drenched from my orgasm.

  “Just like that. Good girl,” he whispers, sliding his thick cock out of my mouth before slowly rocking his hips forward, until he touches the back of my throat. Again, I gag.

  “Spit it out, baby. Spit on my cock,” he growls.

  Looking up at him to see the command in his eyes, I hock and spit on his stiffness, as he blinks slowly before instructing me further.

  “Now rub it in, Carrie. Grip me with your hand,” he says as his hips rock a little faster, sliding in and out of my mouth easier now.

  Spreading the saliva with my hand, I rub it in, as my fingers slide up and down his length with ease. My fingers slide effortlessly, squeezing him, as my mouth sucks hard and loud, a kissing sound following every rotation.

  “Fuck, baby! Just like that!” He growls and I increase my pace, twisting my head from side to side as I take him further into my mouth.

  He’s so thick and long that it’s too much for one hand. So, I grab him with my other hand and rotate the two as I squeeze and yank him fast and hard, his hips bucking forward as I suck what I can manage.

  “Get on the bed. I wanna taste you,” he growls, stepping back so that my hands fall in midair.

  I’m shocked at the disappointment, but I follow his instructions, racing to the bed as I spread my legs. But he doesn’t drop between them as planned. Instead, he pulls me onto my side, meeting me at the opposite position with his cock right where I want it, placed on my lips.

  “Mmmm,” I moan, taking him deeply into my mouth as his tongue works me over again, teasing my engorged clit before sliding into my sex.

  Just when I’m ready to explode, he flips me onto my stomach, arms extending to my side as he holds my wrists against the bed an
d slams into my slippery sex from behind.

  “Ahhh!” I cry out, the sensation even stronger from this position.

  “This is mine, Carrie,” he growls, rocking his pelvis into my plump ass while thrusting into me fast and hard.

  “It’s yours, baby! God, I’m yours,” I moan, a second orgasm building quickly in my chest.

  “That’s right. This greedy little cunt is all mine,” he groans, slamming into me so hard there’s a clapping noise as our bodies collide together.

  “Oh! Mason! Baby! Yes!” I cry, my climax seconds away, body surging forward, shoving my snatch onto his cock as I take more and more of him.

  Then, just as quick as the last time, he flips again. This time he’s flat on his back, lifting me on top of him as my legs fall to his side. Without thought, I fall onto him, sliding down his ten inches of steel, feeling him from a new angle, and this one is even better than the last.

  “I’m gonna fuck you every single way possible, Carrie,” he growls in my ear, holding my head close to his while gripping my hair tightly.

  “Fuck me, baby!” I shriek, pumping my legs to lift and fall onto him over and over, my speed increasing as I chase my climax.

  From this position, he tags a spot on the frontal wall of my sex, while rubbing against my clit with every thrust. I’m seconds from an explosion, and from Mason’s groans, I know that he’s close to his own release.

  “We’re going to come together,” he half growls, half groans.

  “I can’t… Mason… I’m gonna…” I moan, my body wracked with vibrations.

  “Wait for me,” he grunts, gripping my hips tightly as he pulls me on and off of his length at the perfect angle for his pleasure.

  “Mason!” I scream his name and that seems to push him over the edge.