My Sugar Daddy Artinya Novels & Stories

I was sitting in a chair, a thousand feet above the city, feeling like a doll in a gilded cage. My mind was a jumble of numbers....tuition fees, credit card debt, my family's mortgage—The only reason i applied for a sugar dady - of course i've always wanted to get fucked it did help. This wasn't the kind of sugar daddy I'd read about though. This was something else. This was Darius.

Dylan cannot feel his body when looking at his hot sugar dad. He opens his mouth— as he is licking it seductively while looking at him. Luke licks his mouth to put some moisture. “Wanna taste it? It has some of your favorite combinations… come here. It is just for free,” his voice turned husky and even caustic to his fingers. Dylan sees it again, and the bed is messy. Luke chuckled, “baby?” calling him so sweet but seductive. His sugar daddy is so horny by just seeing him around!

she said. " who is this man? " I asked. " I don't know..... I've never seen him before" she said. " what about his name? " I asked. " she never told me,......but I know the man is her....su.. " " She's her what? " I asked as she refused to complete her sentence. " the man give her money anytime they meet up " she said reluctantly. " you mean sugar daddy?.......what's wrong with you girls?.......you're in school, your parent are out their suffering all because of you to be something in life"

"Don't be insecure of me. I mean, I don't blame you. Having a hot body, a beautiful face, and being a hybrid is the package. But don't worry, being a sugar daddy suits you." "Sugar daddy?" Tyrelle raised a brow at him. "Dude, if you don't know what that means, then let me show you," Al says. "Get all your cash from your wallet and scatter them like this in my direction." Prick says, placing this right palm in front of his left palm and making a swing motion. Tyrelle, being an idiot, followed. He took all his cash from his wallet and rained his cash on us. "Yay! Thank you, sugar daddy!" Al got down and started picking up the money.

Yes , That is the company of my sugar daddy. I got out of the Uber paid the Uber driver. I walked into the company, I walked to the receptionist, she made a call and I was allowed into the office. My sugar daddy was busy with his laptop when I entered into the office. " Good afternoon daddy" I said seductively and walked to him where he is seated on his office chair. He looked up at me and smile. " You didn't tell me you were coming today? He says. I kissed him and caress some part of his body.

“You’re late again, girl! Your readers are already here. They’re all lined up at your table. Where did you go last night? Did you find another sugar daddy again, huh?” He was talking about a sugar daddy. As if I’m into old men. I don’t even see myself getting married or dating right now—what more a sugar daddy? “Hey! I’m not whatever you’re thinking, okay?” I said. “Damn you, girl! Fine, fine, I’m joking. But seriously, where are you now?” he asked.

I giggled quietly at his reply. “So, what's our topic for today?” I asked. “Let's make sugar daddy happy,” he answered, looking deep in my eyes. Sugar daddy? Ooh, I love this topic. “You're going to be an eighteen-year-old girl, and I will be your sugar daddy, you desperately want money to buy the latest convertible car, but unfortunately, I'm in a bad mood, and you want to make me happy to get the money.” “I love this plot,” I commented.

"He said that he's going to introduce me to his boy, then I met you...I mean," "He's my daddy, as in sugar daddy, he provides for me." He shrugged easily as if divulging the information was a common thing to do. "Oh," "How much do you think we make by expressing ourselves through our art?" the man adjust his bulge then started undressing himself in front of me like he had done it millions of times before. "Not enough?" He laughed and told me that's true. Moments later I decided to leave him to get ready while I go back to our seat and wait for the next act to start.

“We love you, Kira. That’s why we’re worried. Blackwood has a reputation. Multiple failed marriages. Young girls he discards when he gets bored. What happens when he gets tired of playing sugar daddy?” The word “sugar daddy” hit like a slap. It was crude, but it echoed the ugly truth my family saw. Ethan leaned back, looking uncomfortable. “Look, I don’t know the guy. But if he’s making you happy and not hurting you… maybe give her a chance to figure it out?” Dad slammed his hand on the table, making the glasses rattle. “No. I will not watch my daughter throw her life away for the man who nearly destroyed me. End it, Kira. Today. Or you can forget about any support from this family. No more