Hot Sugar: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Fuck,” I breathe, closing my eyes to focus on not coming too fast.

  “You want to fuck me, huh?” She raises her head to ask.

  “Fuck yeah,” I growl.

  “First you get to fuck my mouth,” she says, and a flash of a grin follows the order before her lips wrap around my cock as her head lowers all the way to the base of my length.

  “Oh fuck!” I yell, not expecting her to deep throat me, but man it feels so good.

  Sliding up, she releases me, panting before taking me back down her throat. After a few strokes she gets her rhythm and breathing technique under control, so she stops pausing, and instead just takes me in and out of her throat with ease.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” I groan, my head falling back against her pillows.

  With her increased pace, my need to release grows dangerously, and I grip her head with both hands to fuck her throat.

  Just when my abdomen is tensing, ready for an explosion, she stops with my cock rammed down her throat, and hums. Holy fuck, it feels like she’s vibrating on my tip and I let a little semen seep out as I fight to hold back my orgasm.

  She’s panting when she finally comes up for breath, but she doesn’t stop. Lowering her head again, I think she’s going to suck my balls again, so I open my legs to give her room. She just licks my balls with the flat of her tongue, and then she teases my landing strip with the tip of her tongue while jacking my cock. My heart skips a beat at the shock from her touching me there, it’s so sensitive my legs jerk when I feel the warmth behind my sac.

  “Carrie,” I warn her, and I know she knows I’m too close to the edge, because she stops everything and quickly climbs on top of me.

  “You’re not allowed to touch me,” she says, leaning up to grab something from her nightstand with her titties in my face.

  “Fuck that,” I mutter taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking her hard.

  “You like that?” She looks down at me, holding my head as my eyelids hood over. Nodding slow, I keep sucking her, ready to come any second.

  “If I’m your sugar baby, doesn’t that mean I should be calling you daddy?” She asks, and my mouth drops open, it’s the sexiest shit ever hearing her say that.

  “Lay down, Daddy. You don’t get to touch me anymore,” she whispers, and I fall back, completely under her trance now.

  After reaching into her nightstand, she returns with two sets of handcuffs, quickly attaching my wrists to her headboard before slowing turning around so that she’s straddling me, facing my feet.

  “Get on that cock,” I growl, watching her spread her ass cheeks as she glances over her shoulder, sliding down as she takes every inch of me.

  My eyes close instantly, she feels so good. I love being buried inside of her, but I’ve never felt her this way. She’s moving her hips up and down, back and forth, riding me while bouncing her ass.

  “Watch me, daddy,” she moans, and I finally find the strength to open my eyes. Her ass is shaking with every movement, and I want to slap it so bad, but I’m tied up.

  Raising my hips, I try topping from the bottom, bucking like an animal as I fuck her wet pussy.

  “Ooh, yeah, Daddy! Fuck me how you want it,” she moans, and I thrust up, her hands in the air while she bounces on my cock like she’s a cowgirl.

  “Give it to me, Carrie,” I growl when I can see her ready to explode. She’s working her body like a temptress, winding her back and bouncing and twisting to swirl her wetness around my length.

  “You want me to come for you, Daddy?” She moans, glancing over her shoulder.

  “You know I do, baby,” I grunt, watching her ass work round and round in slow circles while I pump inside of her.

  “But then you can’t come,” she challenges, trying to make a deal.

  “Okay,” I nod, stopping my hips to lay flat and let her do her thing.

  “You ready?” She asks, and I pump my hips up, ramming my cock inside her to answer.

  With her hair falling down to her mid back, she leans forward, placing her hands on my knees before throwing her ass in the air and falling on my length, taking every piece of me deep inside.

  “Fuck!” I yell, my hips instantly moving with her.

  “Ooh, yeah, Mason!” She moans loudly, her body tensing as she pops her body so seductively, stuffing me inside her tight snatch, screaming and moaning at the same time until she clenches around me, her pussy biting down on my cock while I keep fucking her, ready to come myself.

  Carrie jumps off me, and I’m shocked and disappointed, but before I can complain, her titties are in my face again.

  “Suck them, daddy,” she orders and I do just as I’m told, my wrists pulling against the restraints as she reaches for something else in her nightstand.

  “I want some more,” I plead, my cock rock hard against her, soaked with her cream.

  “Suck me,” she whispers sternly, shoving her titty in my mouth. A smile sneaks across my face as I suck her like she asked before tugging at her nipple with my teeth.

  To my surprise, she doesn’t shriek, but moans loudly instead. I think she’s trying to make me come on myself.

  “This is what I want,” she squeezes lube into her palm, reaching behind her to jack my cock before coating her ass.

  “Do I get to come yet?” I glare up into her eyes.

  “Not until I say,” she warns, lowering her ass as she holds her cheeks apart so I can slide in.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight for me,” I growl, my body instantly resuming its chase, my hips lunging off the bed to fuck her third hole.

  “Oh God!” she screams, stroking my ego.

  I love when it’s so hard, she can’t take it. Every time I push her to new limits, and she willingly goes just to please me. Carrie knows her body is mine, she likes it that way. The way she offers herself up on a platter for the taking makes me lose my mind.

  Since we met, I’ve been so attracted to her, but it was always more than physical. It feels so much better to have her as mine, beyond the body. She’s my girlfriend, and now I don’t need to be inside her to know she’s mine, although feeling her grip around me is the best feeling in the world.

  “Fuck me!” She yells, and I grip my fingers around her headboard for leverage so I can launch my cock into her ass, plunging long and deep while she bounces on me, screaming my name.

  She’s looking down into my eyes, and I can feel the connection between us. It’s intimate and nasty at the same time, a combination you don’t find often. A relationship always seemed to be out of the cards for me, because I never imagined being able to find a woman like Carrie who could fulfill my wildest fantasies in and out of the bedroom.

  Having her here in the flesh, I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot. Not an ounce of me regrets the decision I’ve made, traveling back to the city to let her know how much I care for her. I can’t shake the guilt I have for leaving her here in the first place, though, so I mentally make a note to take her to Paris the first chance I get.

  “Yes! Mason! I love it!” She cries, and I can’t hold on another second. My balls draw up and I’m ready to explode, but then she hops off of me, leaving me on edge yet again.

  “Carrie! Fuck!” I yell, my voice nasal and stringent as I tug on the restraints again.

  “I want something else,” she yelps, reaching into her drawer of treats, returning with a dildo this time.

  Reaching above my head, she unlocks the handcuffs, and I instantly reach for her, gripping every inch I can get my hands on.

  “I need to touch you while I’m in you,” I reason before shoving her breast into my mouth, gripping her skin while I massage her soft skin.

  “Ooh, baby that feels good,” she moans, her fingernails running along my scalp.

  “What do you want, baby?” I ask before taking her other nipple in my mouth.

  “Oh! I want you to DP me, daddy,” she moans.

  Hearing her ask that is enough to make me climax, so I grab the toy and flip her ov
er before I can even think about it.

  Slowly, my cock sinks into her tight ass as my hand reaches around to tease her clit, warming her up before I slide the toy into her greedy snatch.

  “Ahh!” She cries, her head falling to the bed as her moans become inaudible.

  She filled to the brim at both holes, I’m pumping her full of hard cock, drilling her ass hard and fast, while I fuck her pussy with the toy.

  “Come for me!” the brunette screams, but her dominating side has all but faded, she’s mine.

  “Whose is this? “I growl, gripping her hip with my free hand to hold her in place for me.

  “Yours!” She cries, her voice weak and ragged.

  “Say my fucking name!” I growl.

  “Mason!” She moans.

  “Yell it, Carrie!” I pump her so hard my balls slap her pussy lips.

  “Mason!” she yelps.

  “Yell it!” I release her hip to slap her ass.

  “MASON!”

  “You love this shit,” I say to myself, watching her body contort in pleasure.

  “I love this big cock, daddy!” she screams, and this time, my body doubles over, orgasm pouring out of me like a flood.

  “Oh fuck!” I grunt, dropping the toy to wrap both of my arms around her waist, humping her with every bit of energy I have left. Dropping my hand between her legs, I slide three fingers inside, just to feel her climax.

  “Give it to me, Daddy,” she moans, poking her ass out for me to fuck her some more,

  And I swear I come again, barking her name like an animal as she comes at the same time, clenching around my fingers until our sweaty bodies collapse onto the bed.

  Panting and exhausted, I roll onto my back, and Carrie falls onto my chest, her heart beating so fast I can feel her pulse. My arms wrap around her, one holding her back while the other cradles her head.

  “I love you, baby,” I whisper between deep sighs, struggling to catch my breath.

  “God, I love you,” she breathes, as I run my fingers through her long hair.

  Hot Action in the Tub

  ~Deleted Scene to Sugar Baby~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Carrie

  “It’s so tall. I can’t believe I’m here,” Carrie gushes, straining her neck as she looks up to the Eiffel tower.

  I knew I had to get her here one day, but after everything blew over, we had spent so much time together, and getting away seemed unnecessary. Everyday felt like a vacation with Carrie, so I never felt the need to take her anywhere for the sole purpose of getting away. We did take a few trips together, but I always found an excuse to not visit Paris.

  Besides, I wanted our first trip here to be special, so I had to make sure there was a reason behind it. Today is going to be one of the most important days of my life, I can feel it deep in my stomach as my hands begin to sweat in preparation.

  “Can you believe this?” Carrie asks, looking up at the monument in awe.

  “Here, let me take a picture of you,” I reach for her phone.

  God, she’s beautiful. Dressed in a simple cream dress, with stiletto sandals, I can’t believe how lucky I am to have her in my life. Things have been nothing short of perfection over the past year.

  Carrie still hasn’t spoken to her parents, although I’ve made it clear that I think she should, even offering to pay for their rehabilitation at the best center in the country. She’s still upset, which is understandable. But despite all that, they’re still her parents.

  Nicole was even more removed, and after finishing her junior year of high school, she pulled me aside one day to ask if we could make a deal – she had learned about my scholarship program online, and wanted to see if she could enroll early, since typically the foundation covered college courses. I was impressed by how much research she had done, on my foundation as well as the school she wanted to attend, but I knew better than to come between her and her sister.

  While Carrie agreed that Nicole should get the best education available to her, she was far from thrilled with the idea of sending her baby sister across the world to study in Switzerland. Luckily, Nicole was more than ready to argue her points, listing how her school was the best in the nation in addition to an impressive list of previous graduates.

  In the end, Carrie was most apprehensive because she didn’t want Nicole to feel like she needed to leave. Our relationship had become serious, and she feared her sister not knowing where or how she fit in our life together.

  Neither of us wanted that, but Nicole was adamant about that not being her motive for wanting to go away. The news story affected her as much as us – everyone in her school knew her sister was dating a billionaire, and she wanted a fresh start.

  After a long deliberation, Carrie finally agreed and it turned out to be for the best. Nicole loved her school, and while she didn’t need to be as responsible as Carrie did during when she was her age, the change was incredible. A little freedom goes a long way for her. Not having to worry about her parents, or money, relieved her of a lot, and when we visited her the first time, it was like she was a teenager for the first time in her life.

  “How does it look?” Carrie asks, walking towards me to check the photo out herself.

  “What do you mean? It’s beautiful. It’s you.” I answer honestly, watching her blush just as she did when I first met her.

  No matter how much we experienced together, Carrie would always be the girl I met, and that was something I never wanted to change.

  “You know I love you, right?” I ask her, just below the Eiffel Tower.

  “Of course, I do, you finally brought me to Paris!” she murmurs, leaning up to kiss me sweetly.

  “You’re so cute,” I rumble, shaking my head at how much I love her. Never in my life did I think I could be so head over heels for a girl.

  “I love you too, Mason. You’re my world,” her eyes gleam as she looks up at me, her hair blowing in the autumn wind.

  “You mean the world to me, Carrie, more than you’ll ever know. My life changed the day I met you, and I never want to go back to the way I was. You’ve taught me so much, about myself, women, love, and life.

  “I thought I knew everything, and you just shook that up. This past year has been the best of my life, and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side,” I drop to one knee, reaching inside my suit jacket to reveal a small red velvet jewelry box.

  “Oh my,” she gasps, her hands flying to her mouth. The audience of tourists around us begin to applaud as she nods her head quickly, some taking pictures that I’m sure will end up on gossip websites within an hour.

  “Yes?” I ask, taking the ring from the box.

  “Of course, Mason! Are you crazy?!” She yells and I can’t stop the laughter from rumbling through my chest.

  The entire day, I’ve been on edge, nervous as hell about this moment. Sure, I thought she would say yes, but even now I know I didn’t say the speech as I intended.

  “It’s beautiful,” she sighs, holding her hand out to admire the flawless 10-carat stone diamond ring. After weeks with my jeweler, I decided on a simple ring, knowing that Carrie wouldn’t want anything too over the top. However, she was going to be my wife, and I wanted her ring to reflect that.

  “I’m glad you like it,” I smile, standing to my feet as she leaps into my arms.

  “God, I love you,” I sigh, my face covered in her soft hair, inhaling her alluring scent.

  “Please take me home,” she whispers, need in her voice. My cock twitches just thinking of what she wants.

  Carrie wanted to be close to the Eiffel Tower, so the ride to our hotel suite is short. I’ve already arranged for room service to have champagne and strawberries in our room, so I fill two flutes b
efore toasting to our love.

  “Take a bath with me,” Carrie whispers after kissing me.

  “Okay,” I hear myself say. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve taken a bath, but it’s a rare occurrence when I don’t want to give Carrie whatever she wants.

  After excusing herself, I hear the water running before she reemerges, completely naked. Her curves have only grown more seductive since I first saw her.

  My grin begins to feel permanent as I watch her tiny fingers work quickly to undress me before leading me to the bathroom. Her naked body is so sexy, the way she moves and bounces with each step, I can barely contain myself.

  “Get in,” she instructs, even though the bathtub is only half full.

  Settling between my legs, Carrie leans back to rest on my chest, her ass like a cushion for my throbbing cock. Wrapping my arms around her, I find myself massaging her breasts without even thinking about it. My body craves her at all times.

  “Do you want babies, Mason?” She shocks me, and my hands freeze at her words.

  “I guess not,” she spins her head to smirk at me.

  “No, I just wasn’t expecting that question,” I chuckle before resuming my massage.

  I’d been giving this thought a lot of consideration lately, even asking my best friend Brian for advice. I knew Carrie wanted children, and it would be unfair to ask her to marry me if I didn’t want that too.

  Being a father was a dream of mine when I was younger, but without the right woman it kind of seemed to be an accomplishment I’d never reach. The more I discussed it, the more I was certain I did want to be a father. My only problem was when I wanted that to happen.

  “So, do you?” She asks after a long pause.

  “I do, it’s just…” I fade out, a little nervous to hear her reaction.

  “Just what?” She twists, this time turning all the way around to face me.