Page 19 of Sugar Baby
SUGAR BABY
Ididn’t think anything would make me love baking more than I already did but doing it with Cash was even sweeter. When he first came over, I’d already planned to bake some brown sugar chocolate chip cookies. We did, and he was so impressed he wanted to bake more. That led to us baking a German chocolate cake since he said that was his favorite. It was so much fun being in the kitchen with him, and as I waited for him to take a bite, I held my breath.
His eyes closed as he slowly savored the bite. When he moaned, my pussy throbbed. Cash stood from his seat at the island and wrapped his arms around me.
“Well?” I asked impatiently. It was clear he liked it, but I wanted to hear him actually say the words.
Cash lowered himself and kissed me. His hands went under my ass, and he picked me up and sat me on the island. After sitting back down, he said, “This is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. I never understood whymen were so adamant about marrying a woman who could cook until now. When I’m done with this, I’ma eat you too.”
I laughed but it turned into a moan when he gripped my thigh and spread my legs. Even with him devouring the cake, Cash proved how serious he was by running his palm over my pussy and swiping my clit with his thumb through my biker shorts. A quiet moan escaped me as I gripped the edge of the island. I couldn’t imagine how hot my center felt because I was so turned on. Cash and I may not have known each other for long but I wouldn’t deny how much I wanted him. How good I felt in his presence.
My head flung back and mouth hung open as I stared at the ceiling. With ragged breathing, I kept reminding myself all this man was doing was touching my pussy through my shorts. There was no reason for me to be acting like I’d never been touched before. Except that’s how it felt. It felt like Cash was the first man to ever touch me. Pleasure me. The moment the last piece of cake touched his tongue, he stood and made his way between my legs.
Our eyes remained locked as he pulled my shorts and panties down. Lifting my legs higher, he lowered himself and buried his face in my pussy.
“Oh s-shit!” I cried out, gripping a palmful of his braids. As good as a rose felt, it had nothing on the warmth and intimacy that came from being pleasured by a real man. The swipes, swirls, and licks of his tongue had my pussy leaking to no end. His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked, causing my legs to tremble and lock around him.
Cash was a very intentional pleaser. He did more of what got a reaction out of me and less of what didn’t. It didn’t take him long to make me cum. As I did, he lifted his head and stared at my throbbing and leaking pussy. Thesatisfied smirk on his face was warranted, but I wanted more.
I pulled his head back down to my pussy, and Cash laughed before he devoured me until I came three more times and had to push him away. That time when he lifted himself, I was grateful for the relief from his pleasurable assault. Whimpers escaped me as my clit throbbed and legs shook.
“Ooh,” he moaned as he took my baby tee off and laid eyes on my pierced nipples.
“Cassius,” I moaned, pleaded, as he slowly tweaked my nipples and circled them with his thumbs.
“Hmm?”
“I—mm.”
His mouth wrapped around my left nipple while his fingers pinched the right. He switched nipples before asking me, “You what? Tell me what you want.”
“I-I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” I confirmed, biting down on my bottom lip.
I watched as he undressed, and both my mouth and pussy grew wetter. Cash was thick and muscular, toned and wide, tattooed and sexy as fuck. And his dick was just as long, and curved, and thick as it felt pressed against me.
“Turn your pretty ass around,” he growled, turning me with my arm. Instead of putting my feet on the floor, he put them on the bar stools, then lined himself up at my opening. “This my pussy, right? You my pussy cat?”
“Ye—” His dick sliding into me silenced me. I couldn’t even moan. My fists balled up on the island as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Answer me,” he commanded, pulling himself out and slamming into me slow and hard.
“Shit!” I moaned as my walls tightened around him.
“Are . . . you . . . my . . . pussy . . . cat?” Cash gritted out each word, punctuating it with a deep, hard stroke.
“Yesss,” I slurred, finally able to move my hips and match his strokes. “I’m your pussy cat, bae.”
“And this my kitty?”
“It’s your kitty,” I whimpered, feeling my wetness coat his shaft.
“You ain’t letting nobody else inside?”
“Nobody else. I-I swear.”
