Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

Am not surprise but all this is stupid question to insult me . "You mean who your sugar daddies talk you out on a ride in their cheap limo. Is that how you came to the club that night Lying to me that you were going home your friend when in truth you were going home with a man" He was fuming as he spoke. I didn't even realized when he came closer to me without any space between us. What did he mean by I lied to him?.sugar daddy what the hell!.The only sugar daddy I could see in my life was this hunk of a man British breathing the same air as me.

Fuck. “What does a gateway daddy mean, anyway?” “You’ve never heard of that phrase? That’s a sugar daddy that could become a husband or set you up nicely with an apartment and such. A gateway out of the rat race, if you will.” “And is that what you do? Constantly look for gateway daddies?” “If you gotta hustle, you gotta hustle.”

"Fine but you owe me." "Okay babes." All the eyes of the man were on them. One man even went up to Sabrina. "Miss how do you feel about being my woman." This was Cody a second generation rich kid. He partied till the sun came out. He had many woman around him begging for attention and he loved being the centre of attention. "No thanks I'm good." "Baby girl I.can take care of you and give you whatever you want in exchange for you." "No thanks but when I need a sugar daddy will call you."

They knew where to find me after all. "Tell us, son, how did you meet your impeccable wife here? She's the daughter of a tycoon, are you aware?" Edgar and I had met a couple of times and during all of them, he was a sick loser with no sense of shame even when he was caught openly leering at other men's women. "We are aware of each other's background, Uncle. Sure, it's a handful but that doesn't define the base of our relationship" Diego answered, his voice calm and composure collected, neat, and not guilty even for a semi-second.

Two years had now become a matter of days. Dylan felt some sort of sadness that she had to make Kathrine a part of her plan. This was the only way she would be able to get close enough to Andrew without causing suspicions. Dylan had thought about everything, from pretending to be interested in Anthony, to knowing Andrew would instantly want Kathrine. What shocked her was the fact that Andrew wanted to be her sugar daddy.

Everyone knows. Every fucking person in my school now knows about my relationship with Viktor. Under different circumstances maybe it would have been okay. Maybe if I wasn't seen by Cassandra in that hidden sex room it would have been different. Maybe if he wasn't this rich it would have been different. But it's not. It is what it is. My biggest fear became a reality. I was labelled as a 'sugar baby'. I couldn't disagree any more with that label. I don't seek his money, I never wanted it.

And unfortunately for my peace of mind, he was annoyingly attractive. Why the hell did she call him a sugar daddy? Sugar daddies were supposed to be old. That was practically the whole point. They were supposed to have silver hair, expensive watches, and at least one ex-wife. Not sharp cheekbones, broad shoulders and a face that looked like it had been designed by a committee dedicated to making women lose their common sense. Not that I was losing mine. Lucas just watched me, his dark eyes following the frantic rise and fall of my chest as I struggled to remember how to breathe normally. There was a strange, unreadable expression on his face that made my skin

So close. Ever so slightly, I tug him forward by the tie, planting my mouth against his ear. “There are a lot of reasons a man like you would want a sugar baby.” Slowly, I let go of his tie, lean back slightly and peel off my tank top, watching a violent shudder pass through him at the sight of my bare breasts. I draw his hands to them, urging him to mold the mounds in his strong grip and a wet spot appears on the fly of his pants, that massive chest heaving. “For one, you don’t have time to date. But you still deserve pleasure, don’t you?” I find his erection with my hand, rubbing the now-wet material up and down, earning a guttural moan from his mouth. “And with so much money, Big Daddy, w

“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?”

They were literally offending the Webb family up till the end! Cain’s heart was thumping vigorously as well, but a glance at Charlie made him perk up. He bit the bullet and continued, “I don’t think that is all! I bet they will start licking our toes like dogs when we are there! I heard that the old coot loves to have sugar daddies, maybe he will make me his sugar daddy.” “What? Sugar daddies?” Marcus asked, shocked, “Why does he have such a weird fetish?” “God knows why.” Cain shrugged. “I heard that he has over three hundred sugar daddies now. Maybe he loves to be a sugar baby, who knows!”