Sugar Style Novels & Stories

Purple said, her tone sweet and sharp as glass. “Get him to sign those papers. When you do, I’ll believe you’re the one he wants.”

Something dark flashed in his eyes — hunger mixed with something almost careful. His hand tightened in my hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to guide. He held me still and pushed forward, sliding back into my mouth with a slow, controlled thrust. I relaxed my jaw and let him. The thick head stretched my lips wider as he sank deeper. He started fucking my mouth in deep, measured strokes, never too rough but firm enough that I could feel every thick inch of him sliding over my tongue. The weight of him filled my mouth completely, hot and heavy.

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

I was stunned with everything—the intimacy of what Aidan was doing so casually, and how weirdly perfect our date was—and I found it difficult to process my words. Clearing my throat, I managed to say something. “I’ve gotten homesick, so I decided to add one of my mom’s Caribbean cake recipes to the list of snacks we’re putting on display at the diner next month. I need a specific brand of sugar that only my supplier at the edge of the pack has, and he’s down to his last few bags, so I have to get them before anyone else does.” Aidan’s features softened, lines of wrinkles appearing on his forehead.

"Baby you must have misunderstood Auntie. How can I dare to hurt you? I know you don't like me as much as you like my sister, but I really like you and care for you... Didn't last time you said that you want to eat chat and ice cream, I had specially asked the chef to make it for you... Look even I had prepared your favorite Barbie doll house for you..." Sugar was just a child and in front of food and toys, she can't control herself for too long and immediately start to cheer up... "But... Auntie, I can't eat allowed to eat chat and ice cream. I am not allowed to eat now." "The food I asked for you to prepare is very special and you and eat it. Do you think Auntie is good to you?" After thin

What choice did he have when he loved her the most? “What’s your idea for the package design?” he asked. “There are going to be pictures of a baby holding some sugar on the can and the can itself is going to be shaped in the same way. I’ve thought of the slogan. It goes like this, ‘Do you want to have a sugar baby like Cedric? All you have to do is…’” He pinched her chin and closed his lips on hers before she could finish. Maia’s groans sounded so much like weeping that it looked like she was begging for him to let her go.

“Brain Cells? What are you doing here?” “Same thing you’re doing.” He shrugs. He’s sweaty, and his hair is damp. “You went for a run?” “Yeah, and I thought I’d get a little sugary goodness into my system before heading home.” I look down at the little sugary goodness he’s talking about, and blanch at the drink in his hand. “Sugar?! That isn’t sugar, that’s diabetes.” I state. All I can see is pink, froth, and sprinkles. Fucking rainbow-coloured sprinkles!

A small glass shaker. I blinked. "...Fio, what the fuck is that—" "Sugar," she said proudly. I stared at her. Then at the shaker. Then back at her. "...You're kidding." "Do I look like I'm kidding?" Her grin widened, eyes practically sparkling with mischief. "He won't notice at first. He never does. It'll be subtle. Devastating. Perfect. Aaron hates sweet things. A harmless but hilarious introduction into pranksterhood for you." I huffed out something that might've been a laugh before I could stop it.

So many tried to get my attention but I did not give them time of the day. Then, one morning, I saw you from my office, going to school, and for the first time in years, I felt alive. It was love at first sight for me, Tanya but you were way younger than me so the only thing I could do was propose to be your sugar daddy. I drew up a contract and had you invited into my office. I offered you a black card and was also ready to pay you daily. The only condition was for you to be my sugar baby for Three years.