All Chapters of Sugar Daddies Taste Sweeter: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

**Chapter 142**The Hamptons estate felt like their private world, far from Manhattan’s prying eyes and the lingering shadows of family disapproval. Moonlight spilled across the master suite’s king bed, illuminating Kira’s naked body as she knelt between Damien’s spread thighs. Her lips stretched around his thick cock, taking him deep while her tongue worked the underside with practiced devotion.“Fuck, that’s it, baby girl,” Damien groaned, one hand fisted gently in her hair. “Sucking Daddy so beautifully. You’ve gotten so good at this.”Kira hummed around him, the praise making her pussy clench with fresh arousal. She loved these moments—when the ruthless CEO melted under her mouth, even as he maintained control. She bobbed faster, hollowing her cheeks, one hand stroking what she couldn’t swallow while the other cupped his heavy balls.Damien’s hips bucked. “Enough.” He pulled her up, flipping her onto her back in one fluid motion. He settled between her thighs, rubbing the head of

**Chapter 144**The charity gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art glittered with Manhattan’s elite—crystal chandeliers, designer gowns, and hushed conversations laced with power plays. Kira stood beside Damien on the grand staircase, her arm looped through his, wearing a backless crimson gown that clung to every curve. The diamond promise ring sparkled on her finger, joined tonight by a matching necklace that rested just above the swell of her breasts.Heads turned. Whispers followed. But for the first time, Kira didn’t shrink from the attention.Damien’s hand rested possessively at the base of her spine, thumb stroking the bare skin there. “You look fucking edible, baby girl,” he murmured against her ear. “Every man here wishes he could have what’s mine. Too bad Daddy already claimed this pussy for life.”Heat pooled low in her belly. She leaned into him, smiling for the cameras flashing nearby. “Behave. At least until we get home.”His low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “No p

**Chapter 146**The charity gala was a glittering battlefield of Manhattan’s elite, held in the grand ballroom of a historic Fifth Avenue hotel. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over designer gowns and tailored tuxedos. Kira stood tall beside Damien, her floor-length midnight silk gown hugging every curve, the slit revealing a teasing flash of leg with each step. The diamond promise ring sparkled on her finger, joined now by a delicate tennis bracelet he’d clasped on her wrist before they left the penthouse.Heads turned. Whispers followed. Victoria Lang watched them from across the room like a predator, her elegant features sharp with resentment. Richard Holt was there too—invited by Sophia as a buffer—his expression tight but no longer openly hostile.Damien’s hand rested possessively at the small of Kira’s back, thumb stroking the bare skin exposed by the gown’s low back. “You’re stunning,” he murmured against her ear. “Every man here wishes he could touch what’s mine. Too bad f

**Chapter 148**The Tribeca penthouse glowed with soft ambient lighting, the skyline a familiar, glittering backdrop that no longer felt like a secret witness but a proud audience to their life together. Kira stood on the terrace in a short silk slip, the cool night breeze teasing her skin as she sipped a glass of champagne. Damien stepped up behind her, his bare chest warm against her back, arms wrapping around her waist.“Marcus confirmed the last of Victoria’s rumors have been buried,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Board is stable. Gallery partnership is officially signed—your name on the new contemporary wing. And your father accepted the invitation to brunch next weekend.”Kira leaned back into him, a contented smile curving her lips. “We’re really doing this. Building something real out of all that forbidden chaos.”Damien turned her in his arms, tilting her chin up. His storm-gray eyes held a depth she’d come to crave—possession mixed with something softer, more vulnerab

**Chapter 150**Six months had passed since the charity gala, and the Tribeca penthouse had become their true home. Kira’s clothes filled half the massive walk-in closet, her art books and sketchpads scattered across the modern living room, and her presence had softened the once-sterile luxury into something warmer, more alive.Tonight, the city lights glittered below as Kira stood on the terrace in a short silk slip, the cool night air raising goosebumps on her skin. Damien stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his large hands splaying possessively over her stomach. He was freshly showered, wearing only black lounge pants, his chest warm against her back.“You’ve been quiet today, baby girl,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Something on your mind?”Kira leaned back into him, covering his hands with hers. “I went to the doctor this morning. After feeling off for a couple weeks.” She turned in his arms, looking up into those storm-gray eyes that still made her kn