Accidental Sugar Daddy: A Single Mother, Billionaire Romance

by Kaci Rose

  Monday night he showed up with a bag of his stuff saying he wanted to go straight to work the next day because of a meeting. The money for the month also appeared in my account that night. It hurt my heart a little bit, but it felt better than the weekend with his walls up.

  Tuesday, I went to the spa with my mom, and we had a wonderful day. We had several different treatments in the same room. My mom tried a seaweed treatment while I ventured for a mud wrap. Then we let ourselves be talked into a full body coffee scrub.

  We both got massages, manicures, and pedicures and ended the day by getting our hair cut and styled. It was so relaxing. My mom even agreed to come over Saturday night and watch the kids when I told her about the test run at Owen's house. I think she wants to see his house and snoop around.

  Wednesday was much like Monday. I went to his office to write, but yesterday I stayed home and cleaned up around the house between writing.

  Today I am packing bags to head to his house for the weekend. He plans to come pick me up and help with all the luggage. Then we will take my car and pick the girls up together before heading to his house.

  The girls are excited. Owen has told them he has a few surprises up his sleeve for them. They’ve been trying to guess what they are ever since, but his lips have been sealed.

  With me, he hasn't taken it any further than kissing this week. My body is craving him and missing the mind-blowing orgasms. So, I plan to get that connection back this weekend.

  I finish packing my bag and take it to the living room with the girls’ when there is a knock on the door. I check the peephole and see that it’s Owen

  He kisses me hello and then helps me carry the bags downstairs to my car. He insists on driving as we pick up the girls. On the way to his house the girls are talking about their day and I relish how normal this all is. How much it feels like the family I crave for the girls and me. I can't wipe the smile off my face the whole way there.

  We walk in and the girls are excited about staying in the 'castle' like a real-life princess. Owen sets our bags down in the entrance and turns to the girls.

  "Are you ready for the first of your surprises?" He asks.

  They are jumping up and down saying yes, and I laugh and Owen has a huge smile on his face too. I know he's enjoying this as much as they are. He leads us upstairs to one of the doors that is closed and stops.

  "Okay, cover your eyes." The girls do so quickly.

  "You too, Ellie," he looks at me a smile, so I play along.

  A door opens then he says, "Okay, you can look now."

  I open my eyes and my jaw drops. The girls are screaming as they run into the room. The room is bigger than both of our bedrooms combined at the apartment, and Owen has had it redone just for them.

  It's done up in a Frozen princess theme. Light blue walls and two princess beds with snowflake sheets and a beautiful net canopy hanging from the ceiling above each bed. Next to the bed a white princess desk sits ready for schoolwork and is set up paper and pencils.

  It's arranged so each girl has her own space on opposite sides of the room, but it all flows together. There is a beautiful crystal chandelier in the center of the room.

  "Ready for the best part?" He asks.

  The girls squeal, watching him go to the windows and close the blackout curtains. Then he turns off the light and flips the switch next to it. There are a few large blue snowflakes that light up, along with blue fairy twinkly lights across the top of the walls lining the room.

  The girls gasp and jump up and down. He turns the lights back on and opens the drapes. Owen strides over to one of the massive walk-in closets and opens it to show it's full of toys including the Elsa Dollhouse they have been begging me for.

  I notice a reading nook with what looks like beanbag chairs and a filled bookshelf. The girls are so excited they dig right into the toys playing with the dollhouse first.

  I peek into the other closet and see some clothes and dress-up clothes in there for them and smile at his thoughtfulness.

  "Okay, girls, you stay here and play. I'm going to show your mom around." They nod, and both jump up and hug him.

  "Thank you so much, Owen, this is our dream room," Allie sighs.

  "It's like a fairy tale. Thanks so much," Becca says.

  He bends down and hugs both girls. "You both are so welcome. I figure two amazing princesses needed the perfect princess room."

  They run off to play and he takes my hand and pulls me down the hall to his room.

  "This is our room, baby."

  Our room.

  Soon as he turns around to look at me, I'm on him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a hot and passionate kiss. His hands are in my hair and around my neck but lets me control the kiss.

  I thrust my tongue into his mouth and groan as our tongues tangle. I hate that I have to pull away to catch my breath, but when I see he is breathing just as hard; I know I wasn't the only one affected by the kiss.

  We are only inches apart, and his hands are still on my hair. "What was that for baby?" he asks.

  "Did you see the way their faces lit up? The looks on their faces. That was their dream room. Something I could never give them, but you did, you gave them the best gift ever." I pause and take a deep breath.

  Did he have to redo a room in his house for the girls for one weekend? No. Not only did he redo it, but he nailed it. It was everything the girls or I could dream of. Not to mention it would be any little girl's dream room, and I know it hadn't come cheap.

  "You know them so well and even knew they wouldn't want to be in separate rooms. No one has ever done anything like that for them. You are an amazing man, Owen," I say.

  "That was just as much for you as for them. I know you loved seeing the looks on their faces, but I loved seeing the way you lit up when you watched them. I'd do anything to keep that look on your face," he says softly.

  All I can do is shake my head. This man is beyond anything I could imagine. He's let his walls down and seeing the real him is making my walls crumble.

  I give him a chaste kiss on the lips and say, "I heard something about a house tour?" I ask.

  He smiles and takes my hand. He shows me around his room, though he keeps saying our room. The room includes a massive king-sized bed, a seating area, a fireplace, and a TV. The closet is about as big as my bedroom in the apartment and not only is my bag up here, but all my clothes have been unpacked and in the closet.

  The master bathroom is the size of my entire bedroom and bathroom combined. When you walk in, the wall in front of you has an enormous tub that could easily fit two people. The wall beside it has shelves for towels and toiletries and the huge window behind the tub looks over the back of Owen’s property.

  Next to the tub is the shower with dual shower heads and a bench perfect for two people. There’s a closet, a toilet room and a luxurious vanity.

  The vanity is long with two sinks and a spot for a woman to sit and do her hair and makeup. The far wall has a fireplace. It is a dream spa-like bathroom, perfect for relaxing.

  Owen guides me down the hallway and shows me the extra rooms upstairs. Then we head downstairs, and he takes me to the kitchen.

  There is a man cooking what looks like dinner. Owen introduces me to Ryan, who turns out to be Leo’s husband.

  As we walk toward the back-family room, I say, "That's so sweet, you hire couples to work for you. You’re a good man, Owen." I’m also thinking of Jeff and his wife.

  He blushes slightly. "It has its benefits like not having to worry about girls throwing themselves at me all day."

  "Yes, we can't have that" I try to keep my expression calm, but apparently failing.

  He laughs, "I've taken care of it. You have nothing to worry about, baby." He leans in and kisses my temple, then takes me to his office.

  As I'm looking at his office bookshelves, there is a knock on the door. A man in his mid-forties with a bit of gray hair walks in.

  "This is my assistant,
Clive. He runs the house for me. If you need anything, let him know and he’ll take care of it. He knows all about you since I can't seem to stop talking about you."

  I laugh and blush.

  "Clive, this is my Ellie," Owen introduces us.

  "Nice to meet you, Ellie." He smiles at me reminding me a lot of my dad, warm and welcoming.

  "Clive, will you keep an eye on the girls while I show Ellie around before dinner?" Clive asks.

  Clive's face lights up. "My pleasure, I love the sound of their laughter in this house. It makes it feel like a home." He turns and heads towards the stairs.

  "I guess to keep with tradition," Owen laughs and shakes his head. "His wife Martha is my housekeeper," he says sheepishly.

  I laugh. "Oh, Owen, my statement stands, you are a good man."

  He takes my hand again and shows me the library and the rest of the living spaces before we go to the backyard.

  The backyard is huge. There’s a pool area with a cabana and BBQ area. Beyond that is a large grassy area with lots of places for the girls to run. Off in the distance there is a pond with a gazebo.

  He pulls me in the opposite direction of the pool. "Back here is a guest cottage. It's mostly empty, but on the rare occasion I have guests it gives them more privacy."

  We walk in, and it really is a little house. There is an open living room, dining room, and kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. It's cozy and comfortable.

  "How long before dinner?" I ask.

  He looks at his watch. "About an hour."

  Taking advantage of the beautiful cottage, I push Owen down on to the couch and his eyes go wide when I straddle his lap. He tries to speak, but I lean in and kiss him. It’s hard, passionate, and exciting. I meld our bodies together so there isn't an inch of space between us.

  With one hand on his shoulder and the other tangled in his hair, I deepen the kiss. When my tongue finds its way into his mouth, his head falls to the back of the couch. His hands grip my hips, pulling me even closer.

  After I yank my shirt over my head, his eyes go right to my chest and the lace bra I wore just for this occasion. His steel like cock twitches under me.

  "You haven't touched me all week. I need you."

  Groaning, he takes my bra off. He runs his hands up my sides and over my breasts, pinching my tight nipples.

  "I didn't want to make the wrong move. I know things are different now. I couldn't risk losing you again." He leans in and takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks on it hard. He keeps playing with the other nipple, pinching it, and twisting it. Then he takes the other nipple in his mouth and does the same thing.

  "I need you too baby," he says and then flips me so we’re reversed, my back to the couch. He makes quick work of pulling off my shoes, pants, and underwear.

  When I’m naked, he looks up at me and I frame his face with my hands.

  "I'm not going anywhere. Yes, things are different, but we will navigate this together okay?"

  Owen stares so longingly at me that my nipples harden. I've never been this comfortable with my body, especially after having two kids. Carl, the girl’s dad, never did anything to make me feel beautiful and sex was with the lights off. While he never called me fat or told me to lose weight, he also wasn't as hands-on with me either.

  Under Owen's stare, I feel beautiful, wanted, needed. The hunger in his eyes as he looks at me fuels me on.

  "God, you’re so beautiful," He says with a raw lust in his voice. "I don't know how I got so lucky, but I thank God every night he brought you to me."

  He kisses a trail down from my belly button to my clit where he gives me one good hard suck before he's pulling away, leaving me whining at the loss. He stands, removes his clothes and pulls me off the couch. He lays down where I just was.

  "Come here," he grabs my hand, "Put that sweet pussy on my face, baby. I want to sixty-nine you."

  I smile suddenly shy and he helps me get positioned above him on the couch. He pulls my hips down to his mouth and gives me a soft lick causing my hips to jerk up on their own looking for the tension I need.

  His cock is thick and engorged. I grab his balls and give them a firm tug before I smear the leaking cum down his shaft. I feel his moan in my pussy sending shivers up my body.

  I lean down and take him into my mouth until he bumps the back of my throat. His hips jerk and he curses before he goes back to running his tongue along my slit. I take him to the back of my throat and back out again, dragging my tongue along the length of him and I feel his moan in my core.

  He spreads my legs wide and uses his thumbs to pull my pussy lips apart. He lightly blows across them, making me even wetter. Then he goes back to licking me again and I can feel him smile before giving my clit another firm suck.

  I turn my focus back to his cock, running my tongue along it before pulling it back in to my mouth and sucking on it hard. I moan with him in my mouth when he thrusts two fingers into me while sucking on my clit.

  I pull him to the back of my throat, swallow and moan as my climax builds.

  "Come for me baby, I'm so close." he growls.

  He takes his other hand and runs a finger through my juices and then up to my back hole. He rubs the wetness there, and it feels so good, something I never thought I would enjoy.

  He keeps circling my back hole while his attacks on my clit and pussy continue. I suck him harder, moaning around his cock, and it's a battle to see who will cum first.

  I force myself to relax as he presses at my back hole. It feels so good, I groan when he pushes his finger in and I see stars as I cum. He licks up every drop. When I come back down to earth, he removes his hands from me and holds my waist.

  I suck him harder and faster while giving his balls a firm tug and rubbing them through my fingers.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," He groans, and then he cums, spurting down my throat. He roars out my name and his fingers dig into my hips.

  After we both come down from our high, he grabs my hips and flips me around to lie on his chest like I weigh nothing.

  "Mmm, I missed that," I say.

  "Me too, baby," he kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me.

  "Promise we won't go that long without each other again."

  "I promise," he says with a smile in his voice.

  He lays there playing with my hair, I can feel the need to have him inside of me, but I won't do that here where we have to rush before dinner. But I know I need him like that. He's never pushed sex. He lets me take the lead and I know I it’s time. My mind starts racing and planning to get what I'm pretty sure we both need.

  We lay on the couch together for another fifteen minutes or so before getting dressed and walking back into the main house together. Dinner is amazing and I can't remember the last time I've seen the girls so excited.

  After dinner, he puts on Frozen and we watch it on the couch, all four of us snuggled up. Then for the first time in forever, the girls are excited to go to bed. He reads them two stories and puts on their fairy lights.

  They fall asleep fast from all the excitement from the day. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bedroom. We get ready for bed and I decide to wear panties and one of his shirts and nothing else. I walk out of the bathroom and he groans.

  "You look damn good with me on you."

  He is already in bed, stripped down to his boxer briefs. We watch TV for a bit, and he turns the lights off so only the TV is lighting up the room. He is lying behind me, spooning me as we watch TV, and his cock hardens against my ass.

  I wiggle against it, and he groans.

  "Be careful baby, I can't promise you restraint if you keep that up."

  I smile and grind my ass against him again. He growls and reaches down and grabs my panties and rips them off me tossing them to the floor. I gasp when he pulls his boxer briefs down.

  Then his cock slides between my ass cheeks and along my slit until it hits my clit. I pant as he lazily thrusts hitting my clit with the head of hi
s cock. His hand grip my waist and pulls my ass against him.

  "Is this what you wanted, baby? To watch me lose control? To have my cock against your pussy?" He asks.

  "Yes," I moan.

  "You made my cock so damn hard wearing my shirt all it would take is one slip and I could plunge right into you. Claim you as mine."

  He increases his thrusts.

  "Or did you just want my cum all over your pussy?"

  My pussy clenches with his dirty talk, and he growls into my neck.

  "That's it, isn't it? Your pussy is greedy for my cum. I'll give you whatever you need, baby. Always."

  He thrusts harder against my clit and my body locks up. Waves of pleasure wash over me and take over my body. He covers my mouth with his hand to muffle my screams and he cums all over my pussy like he said he would. He buries his mouth against my neck.

  As we both catch our breath, I smile lazily with contentment.

  "We both need a shower now, huh?" I say.

  "Oh no, you will sleep with my cum on you tonight and tomorrow I’ll wash it off."

  We fall asleep spooning with his cock laying right against my pussy and a satisfied smile on my face.

  Chapter 12

  Owen

  I wake up to her scent of strawberries and sun, a big smile on my face. Opening my eyes, the scene that has been warming my heart for the last week is in front of me. My girl tangled around me.

  Today is different. This morning Ellie is in our bed. In our home. I plan to pull out all the stops to get her to stay here. I don't want her to go back to that apartment. I've already made a commitment to myself that I won't go another night without her, so where so goes I go.

  I really want her to stay here. I have security in place, so I know her, and the girls will be safe. I can take care of them here, and I know the girls love their room. I smile again remembering their faces, remembering Ellie's face when they saw the room.

  My cock is hard as steel every morning and I wake up with a smile on face because Ellie in my arms. Yet there is something about her in our bed that has me even hornier than I thought possible.

  Last night runs through my head. The orgasms yesterday were mind-blowing but something about marking her last night in our bed brings out the caveman in me.