Quotes About Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

I almost jump when Light talked within my mind. "Ah-Okayyy?" "Why are you shock? Not get used being a sugar baby?" he chuckled. Oh my goodness! He just chuckled again! I cleared my throat and prepare to defend myself. "And... you seems to be expert on the field of sugar daddy..." "Only for you, wife... I learned to be a sugar daddy because you're worth to be serve with care and love like a baby..." I almost can't step forward because of the way he speaks. Seems so genuine.

“And having a rich man to take care of you isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.” Sarah scoffed. “Oh please, your sugar daddy treated you like a princess as much as you let him.” My eyes widened as Michelle went bright red. She shoved Sarah. “Stop calling him that. He was just an older guy.” Sarah scoffed. “He was a sugar daddy. He gave you gifts, was older, and gave you money when you needed it. Julian might not be a sugar daddy, but he’ll be a good time… and he won’t suddenly just leave you.”

Not that I would ever tell him, but I read everything inside of that plain manila folder. Immediately the bold font on the website's home page met my eyes. Craving Sugar, the world's largest sugar daddy dating site, bombarded my senses with pictures of happy couples. Success stories. Beautiful women on the arms of what looked to be your average CEO. All smiling and flaunting their wealth. There was no doubt I had the money. I'd become a millionaire by the age of twenty-four and my net worth had vastly multiplied over the years. Scrolling down, I read through a few of the rules for the site and then logged in. Jax was an asshole and used @needpussynow for my password.

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.

Be a Sugar Baby Expect the good life - Jacqueline "Jacqueline, love, did you hear me?" Dustin, my millionaire sugar daddy for the weekend asked. I was in my bikini, relaxing on the lounger as the man put his phone away. "Sorry, must be the heat. Do you want to go back inside the villa? I think I'm baked, I need to cool off." I replied peeling my eyes away from the soothing landscape of the shoreline.

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay

Instead, she obediently let me knead and squeeze her butt. "Howard, I'm sorry. I won't go to bars anymore, okay? Please don't poke me with a beer bottle." As she spoke, she squeezed her thighs together so tight that I couldn't pull my hand out. The implications of her words were huge. Did her sugar daddy have some unique fetish? Did he actually shove a beer bottle inside her? Rich people these days were all rather twisted. Her sugar daddy would spend tens of thousands of dollars a month just to have her in the palm of his hand.

"This must be a joke. Are you trying to prank me?" "What makes you think that?" "It's just... from what I'm reading here, it sounds like..." I trail off, my brain struggling to process the offer. "A sugar daddy arrangement." He flat-out laughs. "Interesting perspective," he says. "In my opinion, I'm giving you a great offer." "Really?" He nods. "I can see you don't get it, Mindy. You'll have money, security, the whole nine yards. The kind of life most people only dream of.”

Did you have a good lunch? Shit. I press my thighs together. Why does his praise cause such a reaction? Me: I loved my lunch. Thank you. Sugar Daddy: You're very welcome. Now tell me. Are you messaging with anyone else? Me: I message with lots of people. I fire back the text knowing it's going to push his buttons. It should freak me out that this person seems so possessive, but it doesn't. At least he bothered to get my number. Sugar Daddy: Is anyone else giving you money?

“Is it drugs? Did you finally start that underground empire we always joked about? Be honest.” Mica groaned, rolling her eyes. “You wish.” Cassie smirked. “A little.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Mica.” She sighed, grabbing another grape from the fruit tray and tossing it into her mouth like this was no big deal. “Fine. But if I tell you, you guys have to promise not to freak out.” Cassie gasped dramatically, clutching my arm. “Oh my God. It is a sugar daddy.” Mica didn’t even hesitate—she grabbed the nearest throw pillow and smacked Cassie with it.