Sweet Suga Novels & Stories

He reached past me, grabbed the printout held it up between us with one hand while the other kept teasing me through my panties, applying slow maddening pressure. “Read the headline,” he said. My voice came out shaky. “‘Unlock Summer: Bold Flavors, Zero Guilt’…” He hummed against my neck, approving. Fingers slipped under the lace now found my bare clit. Circled once. “Keep going.” I tried as much as I could, to keep my voice steady. “‘Our new line of low-sugar… ah…’” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit that spot that made my toes curl in my heels.

She used her body like a language. Not crude. Not obvious. Just strategic. The way she arched her back when he was inside her, making him want to go deeper. The way she whispered his name like it was a secret only she knew. The way she pretended that his obsession was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced. Because here was the truth about being a sugar baby: it wasn’t about sex. It was about making a man believe that his desire was actually her desire. It was about turning his need for her into the only thing that mattered.

Not willing to give all the details, she just stared at the ceiling and sighed. “ If only I can just see Ten thousand dollars as my account balance right now,” Sophie thought aloud which made Kayla chuckle and make a joke about getting a sugar daddy for Sophie. Sophie couldn't remember the joke but had grabbed the word sugar daddy. She knows what sugar daddies and sugar babies do with each other and she knows what that kind of relationship entails.

sound between her legs everytime she moved. A mug touched the kitchen counter with a soft tud, "Zero cream, one tablespoon of sugar and a truckload of the Sreya Magic Dust, you're welcome", she flashed Xaver an extra sweet grin. A little surprised with the way she went from nervous to cocky, he chuckled a little and lifted the cup to his lips. One sip.. a pause. Sreya lifted a brow, daring him to give a bad critique of her coffee making skills. Another sip, another pause, then a non chalant shrug, "It's nice enough". Actually, it was really good but...

If I ever survive this night, I’m Suga didn’t, I’m going to fight for my life and hurt them all. I’ll become a dancer and a songstress. “I’ll kill everyone… whoever plotted against me and SuGa ” my blood boils at the last words. The words are so heavy and bitter in my mouth. Suga is going to survive. She had asked me to be her sister and I’ll do anything to protect her. In a blink, it was as if the time and the world stopped and the once darkened room became lightened with a a ray of moonlight forming the physique of a human by my foot.

I told him. “I will and always love you sweet caramel.” “Locus I’m….i’m pregnant, you're going to be a father.”

I was hard again down there. Damn! "The money, it's too much. I don't need it anymore. The Russian was paid, I was supposed to be done with this sugar thing. But you're too fucking sexy to resist." I grab her neck and pulled her back for the kiss, she peeled her lips from mine moments later.

I have now sexually identified myself as a microwave meal- I'm ready in two minutes and I don't look anything like the picture pasted on the label. Compared to the three pictures I used for my profile when I first registered myself at the Cupcakes website, applying for the sugar baby position, I am currently thirty pounds heavier with chubbier face and widening figure. Luca Sinclair would've never thought three years later he'd be fucking a woman who looked nothing like the profile he chose, and fourteen years older than the one he usually prefers.

There was just something very serene about her. His gaze slipped down to the bowls she was holding. One had a vegetable soup and the other was stuffed with brownies. "You have a sugar tooth?" he asked while looking at the brownies. "Ye..yes," she answered, keeping her gaze on his gorgeous face. Killian smiled and lifted his dense lashes to meet her eyes. Ara couldn't help but think he would have been so perfect if he were not a crazy man. "Me too," he admitted, yet again, admiring her plain features with his enthralled eyes. He didn't know he had a sugar tooth until he tasted her. Now he was addicted. Fucked and addicted.

I was at my apartment, a very huge and classic villa, a place I never dreamed of having four years ago. It has a different setting, shelves with many song albums I have sung, one was playing in the background, one of my favourite, a lonely and sad song. I was lonely and sad right here and it was the perfect music for the moment. I am now a very popular American musician who has come for a joint business in a company called Oran group. Since I was a very popular person, they have spent billions just to have me here. Well, that is how popular I have become.