Hot Sugar

by Cassandra Dee

  My cock is growing inside of her, watching her face contort before looking down to watch my length slide in and out of her. Each time, she creams a little more until my cock is coated in thick white fluid from her pussy.

  Watching her helpless body, her arms still tied to the bed posts, I feel a strong surge of protectiveness over her. She’s mine, and I want to do any and everything to take care of her.

  She needs to know every part of her belongs to me, because that’s how I feel. No one else is ever going to feel this tight cunt, it curves to my cock only, and that’s how it will stay. There’s one way I need to let her know she’s mine, and I don’t know if she’s ready, but I am.

  “Spread your legs,” I grunt, holding my weight on my elbows as I lower into her with all the force and aggression I can muster.

  “Yes! Mason! I’m! Oh, God!” She cries, and then I feel her tighten around my cock, coming for me again.

  “Put your legs back!” I growl, knowing she’s in a climactic high.

  Lazily, she throws her legs back after I pull my length out of her. She’s dripping juices all over my bed, I’ve never seen a girl come so much. Dragging my hand from her sex down her crack, coating her asshole with slickness, she moans my name softly.

  “Tell me I can have it,” I whisper, the tip of my manhood is positioned right at her pretty brown star.

  “I’m yours,” she whispers, and I close my eyes as I press into her tight ass.

  Holy fuck, she’s tight. I can barely move, her body is clenched so tightly around me.

  “Relax, baby,” I bend over to be close to her.

  “It’s too big,” she whines. Luckily, she’s blindfolded, so she can’t see the grin spread across my face when I hear her say that.

  “You’ll fit me, baby. Just relax and let me in,” I coach her. I love teaching her how to fuck, because she only knows how to please me.

  “Okay,” she says panicked, taking a deep breath as her ass loosens just enough for me to slide out before slowly inching my way back in.

  “Good girl,” I groan, my release only a few strokes away.

  “Ooh,” She moans, her body really loose now, welcoming me generously.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby?” I ask while picking up the pace.

  “Yes, Mason! Oh, that’s good,” she moans again.

  My muscles are tight and tense, ripe for an explosion, but I can’t come yet, not after just breaking in her third hole. Just when I feel my balls draw up, I slide out, slamming into her pussy without missing a beat.

  “Oh Mason!” She yells and I pump her hard and fast, growling to bite back my own climax as she prepares for another one.

  “This is mine, Carrie,” I grunt.

  Her pussy is still so wet, every thrust sounds like a splash of water. She’s so gushy and warm, I could fuck her every day, all day.

  Why the fuck am I thinking about tomorrow while I’m balls deep in the tightest pussy I’ve ever had? I can’t help myself, even when I’m inside of her, I want more. Always more with this girl, like I can’t get enough.

  Just hearing her moan, and watching her twist beneath me as she arches her back to feel her body explode, I know I’m seconds from coming, so I pull out and fuck her ass some more.

  “Ahh!” she cries when I ram in her back door. She’s still tiny, but it’s not as difficult for me to move around now, especially since she’s spreading her legs to open up further.

  “You’re my nasty girl,” I grunt when she starts moaning like she’s about to come.

  Carrie likes everything I do to her, never complaining even when she’s nervous. Making her climax multiple times strokes my ego and my cock; it’s a double win. I feel twenty years old when I’m fucking her, and I never want to stop.

  “Fuck my pussy!” she cries, and it’s so fucking sexy I actually do it, digging deep and fast.

  I’m ramming her pussy so hard, she’s moving across the bed, so I grip her hips tightly to keep her in place, angling her to the perfect position to tap her frontal wall, because that always sends her into a frenzy.

  “Yes! Yes! Fuck!” she screams. Carrie’s never cursed like this, all her inhibitions are gone when I’m in her, bringing out a side even she didn’t know existed.

  “Fuck my ass! Mason! Fuck my ass!” the girl yells and I almost come on the spot, but somehow I manage to pull out and fuck her ass hard, still gripping her hips so she’s got nowhere to run.

  “You better not come!” I grunt, my abdomen tense with desperation.

  “I can’t hold it, baby!” she gasps.

  “Tell me when. I want to feel you come,” I growl.

  Her boobs are bouncing so hard, and her hands go to cup them, squeezing her flesh while I pump her hard.

  “Play with your nipples,” I order, and she twirls them between her fingers gently, biting her bottom lip like a temptress.

  “Squeeze them,” I grunt.

  Her face, her body, her tight ass, all of it just pushes me so close I can’t stop myself, but I know I want to come in her snatch. Pulling out, I fall into her slippery sex, my body jerking the second I’m surrounded by her warmth.

  “Ahhh!” she screams loud, and her pussy clenches around me, biting down while I shoot white, hot lashes of sperm in her snatch.

  My hips rock until she’s milked every drop from me. I’m weak and drenched in sweat when I finally lift myself out of her, leaning to litter kisses all over her body before untying her hands.

  “Are you okay?” I panic when I see the tears, I hadn’t even realized she was crying. My heart sinks thinking I could have hurt her.

  “It was too good,” she whimpers, curling into a ball.

  Draping my body over her, I take her in my arms, happy she’s not hurt. I guess she did come plenty of times, so I should have expected her to get emotional. My ego grows even bigger knowing I’ve sent her to a new stage of pleasure, somewhere no other man will ever be able to take her.

  “You okay, baby?” I whisper over her shoulder and she uncurls from her ball before turning and latching on to me tightly.

  “You can’t fuck me like that, Mason,” she whispers, laying her head on my chest as I chuckle softly.

  “Why not?” I brush her hair from her beautiful face.

  “I’m already too attached to you,” she reasons, her eyes closed with fatigue.

  “You’re perfect,” I assure her, kissing her forehead as I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly until we both drift off to sleep.

  A Conversation with Brian

  ~Deleted Scene to Sugar Baby~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Carrie

  I left her ass in the dust because Channing Corp. needed me.

  “Finally! We can get moving,” I shake my head, standing to shake his hand.

  In all the years I’ve known Brian, he’d never been on time for anything in his life.

  “Oh, knock it off,” he says looking at his Rolex before twisting his face around, “I’m three minutes early!”

  “Brian, I’m not going through this with you. It’s a fucking flight. You don’t show up to the airport three minutes before you’re scheduled for departure,” I argue, ordering a round of drinks for us with a wave of my hand.

  “I thought that was one of the perks about flying private,” he shrugs, annoying me. Brian knew how I felt about punctuality – being on time was late in my book.

  After graduating from law school together, Brian and I created our first investment firm in our early twenties using all of our inheritances combined with our trusts. In our first five years, we did so well we were able to sell it and start our next venture.

  While our textile company wasn’t nearly as successful, it took us all around the world, exposin
g the need for high end hotels in emerging markets. Our hotel empire was by far the most profitable of all the businesses we’d gone on to launch together.

  Because I work best with strategy and execution, I’ve always served as the Chief Executive Officer, and Brian was the numbers guy, so he was the Chief Financial Officer. While our lives were polar opposites – with him being a family man, married for fifteen years with three beautiful children – our friendship had never faded as many do over the years.

  No matter how many hotels we owned, a new one opening was always a big deal, and we’d yet to miss a launch in the sixteen years we’d been doing this. My shoulders relaxed a bit when I noticed he came alone, though, because his wife typically accompanies him to grand openings and I could use a bit of advice from him without an audience.

  “So, what’s going on, Mace?” He asks, taking his drink from the stewardess.

  “You know, tying all the last minute strings together,” I shrug, sipping my drink.

  “Are we still on for the investment meeting?” He straightens his eyeglasses.

  “Yeah, but it’s just a formality. My guess is it will be over in fifteen minutes tops. There’s not really much to discuss, and I’m sure after the opening there will be even less to say,” I assure him.

  “I said the same when my assistant asked about it. They’re the most redundant meetings. Everything is done at this point anyways,” he sighs, taking a sip from his short tumbler filled to the halfway point with the amber liquid.

  “They like a private party, I think. The grand opening is for the public, and they want us to kiss their ass in public as well,” I joke.

  “But you know I don’t give a fuck about all this business talk. I know more about the investors than you,” he glares over at me.

  “Yeah, I know,” I massage the back of my neck, taking a deep breath for what I know is to come.

  “Then cut the shit. What’s going on?” He asks, and without any explanation, I know he’s referring to Carrie and all that’s been in the news about us.

  “Oh, man. I don’t even know where to start,” I sigh, taking another much needed sip of Whiskey.

  “How about from the top?” He suggests sarcastically.

  “I guess that’s as good a place as any,” I smirk, sitting up to look him in his eye.

  “Where’d you meet her?” He asks before I can begin.

  “I use this website called Sugar Babiez. It’s a stupid dating site, without all the hoopla of the typical ones. Basically, it’s wealthy men looking for younger girls to care for,” I begin.

  “Mason, I’m married, I’m not a retard. I can put together what a website called Sugar Babiez is all about,” he frowns.

  “Well, yeah,” I chuckle, finishing my drink.

  “I met her there, her name is Carrie. She’s just a sweet girl. She’s a freshman in college, studying psychology. I didn’t know it at the time, but she had major issues at home, which was what led her to join the site.

  “But there was never coercion, and I didn’t even know she existed before last month, she’s been eighteen since the beginning of the year. She joined the site, I messaged her, we went out, and that’s that,” I hold my hands up like that’s the end.

  “How does this work? You two just meet up for sex?” He asks, confused.

  “No, no. Well, typically, yes, it’s like that. I give a girl an allowance, and we spend an evening or afternoon together occasionally. But with me and Carrie it’s nothing like that. She’s sweet as hell, so I take her out to places because she hasn’t really been exposed to much.

  “Not too long after I met her, I came to find out she had some shitty parents, and she was taking care of her little sister. One night things got really bad between them and I got her a condo so she could be on her own.”

  “This is the girl you brought to the office event, right?” He asks, remembering meeting her.

  “Right, yeah, that’s her,” I nod, waving at the stewardess for a refill.

  “I see. And her parents went to the papers,” he puts it together.

  “The story was just too good not to print. Come on, a billionaire hotel tycoon, using a dating website? Taking care of a hot eighteen year old? It’s too juicy, and honestly, I don’t blame them.

  “I talked to PR about it. I was actually going to bring Carrie to Paris, because she’s never been, but obviously I had to kill that after the story got out.”

  “How do you plan to go about it now?” he questions.

  “I want her to keep the place, because I won’t be able to sleep knowing she’s back with her shitty parents. Thinking of the day I ended up moving her out, I was actually supposed to get her a car. I completely forgot, and she never even brought it back up.” I fade out remembering that day for the first time.

  Any other woman in her position would have abandoned their sister for a new car, but not Carrie. She never even mentioned it afterwards, because that type of stuff didn’t matter to her.

  “I don’t mean logistically, I mean how are you going to continue dating her?” he asks.

  “Oh, I get that has to be a wrap. It’s the easiest fix, and it’ll be out of the papers in a week max,” I explain, taking a sip of my refilled drink.

  “You’re not hearing what I’m saying, Mase. You care about this girl,” he raises his eyebrows, challenging me to deny it.

  “No, it’s not like that, Brian. These girls are like dependents. I give her an allowance, there might be some sense of me not wanting anything bad to happen to her, but she’s my sugar baby,” I furrow my brows, not getting how he’s missing the point.

  “Did you ever bring any other one of your Sugar Babiez to a company party?” he asks facetiously, knowing the answer.

  “No.”

  “Oh? What about to a hotel opening? Or on a private jet at all. Are these the type of things you do with your Sugar Babiez?” He tilts his head in anticipation.

  “No, Brian.”

  “Do I need to go on about how you don’t usually know, or care, about their family situation, or continue supporting them after the arrangement expires? Or are you ready to accept what’s happening?”

  “Okay, what we have is something. I’ll give you that. She’s special to me. There, I said it!” I chuckle.

  “Oh, it’s been obvious since you started talking about her. Your eyes lit up like I’ve only seen them do for money. Hell, if I would have known she was the girl from the corporate party, I would’ve spared you the embarrassment of an explanation,” he continues.

  “Because you remember how hot she is,” I smirk.

  “Mase, I’m married, I know you don’t fall like that for looks alone,” he finishes his drink.

  “Fall?” I shoot back defensively.

  “Oh, man, you’re head over heels, but it may be the best thing for you,” he leans forward.

  “And how is that?” I ask, my interest piqued.

  “Isn’t it obvious? The press tried to eat you alive for using a website intended for shallow and materialistic connections. You actually love this girl, and if I remember the gleam in her eye, she loves you too. That kills their whole story. Just tell the truth.”

  “Brian, we met on a site called Sugar Babiez,” I reiterate, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

  “And? Everyone meets online nowadays. Who really cares which site. It doesn’t matter if you actually care about her and you do. The media will go crazy about how unbelievable it is. If anything, we need to buy some stock in Sugar Babiez, because they’re going to hit a surge when girls find out about this love story,” he smirks while shaking his head.

  Nodding slowly, I think long and hard about what my closest friend is suggesting. He’s right, I do care about Carrie, in fact, I love her. I’ve known for a while, I guess I just never saw the need in admitting it.

  She’s been a huge part of my life since I met her, and not one night goes by when I’m not wishing she was there with me. Admitting how I feel about her is a small
task, especially if it means I get to keep her in my life. The idea of losing her has kept me up at night, but this solution gives me a double win.

  The next day, we attend the opening of the new luxury hotel in the city center of Paris. Every hotel has its own unique style and characteristic, and the new Paris location is no different.

  Due to building codes and limitations, we had to keep the exterior structure the same, so from the outside the hotel looks architecturally preserved. Stepping inside, the modernity of the design is breathtaking and the press is having a field day getting pictures as they hawk me for an interview.

  We’ve just cut the big ribbon, officially opening the doors for guests after Brian made a short speech about our plans for adding to the rich culture the Parisians so generously welcome us into. The crowd outside is lining the streets, anxious and excited for a peak into what is sure to be the new hotspot in the city.

  In addition to boutique style rooms with over the top luxury, we also boast one of the best views in the city from our rooftop bar. We’ve arranged for a slew of models to join us for the opening, because that’s how we envision the place looking on the regular. This hotel is about the who’s who of the world meeting up in Paris, and we’ve spared no detail or expense to make sure it’s as grand as we imagined.

  “Mr. Channing! Mr. Channing! Will you bring Carrie to the new hotel?” A ballsy reporter yells out, her pale cheeks blushing from the intrusive question I’m sure she thought would embarrass me.

  “She was actually supposed to come with me on this trip, and if it wasn’t for the comfortable bed in our presidential suite, I don’t think I would’ve gotten a blink of sleep without her. For those of you who don’t know, Carrie is my girlfriend, and the love of my life. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I can’t wait to have her back by my side. Thanks for coming out, now let’s see the hotel,” I lead the stunned photographers inside as they all clamor to report my speech.

  Walking through the hotel, I feel ten pounds lighter, knowing that I’ve let the world know how I truly feel, but more importantly, I get to keep my girl. Brian was right, Carrie is special, and us being in love is all the public relations we need. I just hope Carrie is okay with me sharing our business so publicly.