Quotes About Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

Then a better excuse popped into my head, a way to escape her pending relentless questions and also give her a hint of the truth. "I've got a sugar daddy," I whispered to Helen, my voice barely audible over the chatter of the students beside us. Helen's eyes widened as a wide smile spread on her lips. "Finally!" she exclaimed, adding, "Now spill the tea!" I leaned in and whispered again with a sly grin, "Let's just say he's older, wealthy, and ridiculously handsome." Helen's eyes sparkled with excitement. "How old?" "Um..." I drawled, still hesitating. "Old enough to know better."

“Just order anything you want. I will pay.” “Even if it's something you can't pay for?” I lifted a brow. “We can use your credit card, then,” he joked, chuckling. “I have a sugar baby here. I don't need to fear.” “I'm not your sugar baby.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “More like your sugar daddy.” “You know I'm older than you, don't you?” He pursed his lips and placed both hands under his jaw, staring straight at me. “You seemed to have forgotten that simple piece of information, darling.”

“Who’s the sugar daddy? Must be some big-shot in a luxury villa—bet it’s the same guy who abused his ex.” “No, it’s probably XXX. Total creep vibes.” I sighed, disgusted, and shut my phone. “Well,” I muttered, “guess I’m famous now.” The crew went silent. They didn’t expect me to brush it off. Josephson, red-faced and bitter, snapped, “God, you really are shameless. You think having a sugar daddy is something to brag about?” He leaned closer, sneering. “Especially a violent one. Aren’t you afraid he’s gonna hit you so hard you don’t wake up next time?”

Take note also of the fact that he is sitting right next to me. I'm so amazed not only in his car but everything. As a harlot, I never thought that I'll be ever experiencing this kind of thing. Sitting in a fancy car next to a rich man that could pass already as my sugar daddy. What? He's older than me and rich! Aren't these the traits you need to consider when looking for a sugar daddy? "A penny for your thoughts?" he intervened in my thoughts with his cold yet calmed voice. What am I even talking about, hmm? Well, aside from appreciating how luxurious and cool this car is, I think I'm also praising his undeniably gorgeous physique for a man. Well, of course, I'm not mentioning that to him.

There was no way he could afford all these high priced clothing on an Interns paycheck. He grinned. "I have my ways." He said. Then added. "I'm not afraid to give some sugar in exchange for what I want." He giggled. I tilted my head, not getting what he meant. Connor blinked, looking surprised. "Oh, my. I mean I have a sugar daddy." "Oh."

He frowned and continued reading the article. “What is a Sugar Daddy? They are wealthy men—generally older—who maintain a romantic relationship with women much younger than themselves. This relationship is based on the mutual interest of both parties, as these are women who seek older, successful, and wealthy men to satisfy their financial needs…” “No, no, no,” he muttered, closing the browser window. No. He was none of what that article described. When Luciano had mentioned it, he had thought he was referring to something else—a ridiculous nickname or something along those lines. But what he had just read? He definitely did not identify with anything like that.

No boundaries. "So what's the random theme?" He asks, most probably to make things okay again between us. "If you could have a sugar baby, or sugar daddy for me, what are the three things they should have?" Because I just finished reading a sugar baby book hihi. "Sugar daddy, you're looking for someone with money, authority, and a big cock." I actually laugh at his last word, "Cock? What? Why?" "I don't know, from the way you tell me about the stories you read, they ALL have huge monster cock."

Kellerman replied, holding me by the hand and walking me into his house like a proper gentleman will always do. "I live here alone all by myself, as you see, with no servants, bodyguards, or anything like that; that's how I like it," he added with a smile on his face. We both smiled as we got down to business immediately and had such great sex on the first night. My account was buzzing with dollars, I thought, as well as it was more than enough to get going with my just expired house rent. “Please don’t go,” Kellerman said to me, "as I want to be your sugar daddy, and I have what it takes to make you mine,” he opined.

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

he asked. I looked at his manhood and swallowed a few times when I saw how big it was. Damn, I think it's 7 fucking inches. "Do you think your soldier fits me?" I asked him, a little nervous. Damn! Yes, we make out when we're alone, but damn, we haven't reached intercourse yet. "Hmm I'll be gentle, baby," he replied, without answering my question. I nodded and smiled at him. "Ok. You can enter now, My Sugar daddy...."