Hot Sugar: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  His breath catches in his throat. I know he’s losing control, and it’s so sexy because he’s always in control. Taking him out of his element empowers me more than I can put into words.

  Choosing it best not to ask permission, I begin to tug on his belt without warning, and his hand quickly jumps to clench my wrist.

  “Let me taste it,” I look up to him with pleading eyes.

  “Carrie,” my name is all he can manage, his eyes hooded, and his grip around my wrist loosening with every second.

  Keeping my eyes locked on him, I tug his belt hard, before making light work of the buttons and zipper. My head is in his lap before his length flies free, while his right hand works to push a button on his console, sounding like a window raising.

  Twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, I taste the saltiness, knowing he’s already given me a few droplets of spunk. Widening my jaws, I slide my lips down his stiff rod until he hits the back of my throat, a deep sigh escaping him as his hand falls to the back of my head.

  Rising and falling, I bob my head back and forth, sucking him hard. Ooh, he tastes so good and warm against my tongue.

  “Fuck, baby!” He bites out, his hips lifting from the seat to beg me to take more of him.

  “Mmm…” I hum against him and I hear the air press through his clenched teeth before he yanks my head by my hair, pulling me into a sitting position.

  “That’s all you get,” he smirks, stuffing his massive cock back into his pants as I look on in shock and horror.

  “Mason, I was just about,” I whine, knowing I was only seconds from tasting his salty cream against my tongue. My stomach clenches as my pussy creams, desperate for that intense feeling I get just from pleasing him.

  “Now, we’ll both be horny as fuck through dinner,” he raises an eyebrow, and I squint, seeing how he wants to play this game. Well, fine. I smile seductively, accepting his challenge as we ride to the restaurant in a tense silence.

  We arrive at the restaurant and I’m shocked by the flashing of cameras from outside the car, paparazzi are clamoring to surround the car, banging their fists against the windows as Mason turns to me with his cool confidence.

  “You ready, sexy?” He wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb before straightening my neckline.

  “Why are they here?” I wonder aloud.

  Looking back over his shoulder, Mason shrugs before answering, “They’re piranhas, baby. This is what they do. You know I’m a powerful man, a picture of me can sell for big bucks if done right, especially with the hotel opening in Paris soon.”

  “Okay,” I respond nervously.

  “It’ll be fine, baby,” he smiles, amused by my bashful behavior.

  Walking arm in arm, Mason leads me through the swarm of reporters until we’re completely deadlocked, unable to take another step.

  Turning to me, he wraps me in his arms, pressing his lips to mine as the cameras rapidly click around us. Afterwards we share a secretive glare, knowing how hot we are for each other, and that I had him on the brink of an orgasm just minutes prior.

  “Is this your girlfriend, Mr. Channing?” A reporter yells out and my heart sinks.

  “Yes, this is my girlfriend. Now, can I please take her to dinner?” He extends his hand, and the paparazzi create a narrow path for us, snapping away as we march into the restaurant as fast as we can.

  My heart is racing, the adrenaline wracking my body after hearing Mason call me his girlfriend. Our fingers are interlocked when a young man, dressed handsomely, introduces himself before welcoming us to Bian Steakhouse. Leading us through a sea of dining tables covered in black cloths, we arrive at what looks to be the door to an office.

  As the escort opens the door, Mason edges me forward with his palm rested on the small of my back. Stepping inside, it looks like a scene from a romance novel, with candles lit all around the room, which is decorated in dark hues, featuring a red ambiance from a covered light.

  “Your waiter will be with you shortly,” he announces before leaving us alone in the private, yet spacious room.

  “This is fancy,” I say in a shocked whisper as soon as the door closes.

  “I need you to myself,” Mason growls, biting his bottom lip, as I lean in, offering myself to him.

  His warm and minty breath falls on my needy skin as he contemplates for a brief pause before passionately kissing me. His left hand cradles my neck, while his other drops from my breast, cupping me gently before trailing down to my thigh. His tongue owns my mouth as he tilts my head to best accommodate his rhythm until there are three soft taps on the door before it opens.

  “Fuck!” Mason bites out, pulling away from me as he turns to face our red headed waitress. She’s thin with freckles, and her eyes instantly roam to Mason, as jealousy brews in my stomach.

  “Is everything alright, Mr. Channing?” She smiles brightly, batting her eyes at my man.

  “Great. Thank you,” he nods curtly, and only I know he’s irritated because she just interrupted him from devouring me in this private dining room.

  “Do you know what you’ll have?” She asks, only him, completely ignoring me.

  “What do you want, baby?” He asks, looking at his menu, and the waitress actually perks up like he could be talking to her. Staring at her with disgust, I fail to respond, taken aback by her audacity.

  “Baby,” Mason turns to me, his hand squeezing my thigh.

  “Yes?” I ask, still glaring at the rude waitress.

  Moving his hand to my chin, Mason turns my attention to him, his eyes telling me he can read what’s upsetting me.

  “What do you want to eat?” He asks softly before leaning in to kiss my cheek. His touch automatically melts my anger and jealousy, and I take a deep breath before focusing on the menu, as the red head looks to her shoes in embarrassment.

  After finding it hard to pick anything from the fancy titles, I let Mason order for the both of us, which he was happy to do. Thankful for her dismissal after so boldly embarrassing herself, the waitress scurries out, leaving us alone once again.

  “How is the new apartment?” Mason asks while pouring each of us a glass of water.

  “It’s beautiful. Everything is so nice and fancy. Nicole loves it, and it’s more than I could have ever dreamed of,” I gush, beyond thrilled about the new place he’s gotten me.

  “You deserve nothing but the best,” he responds casually, always down playing all he’s done for me, despite how monumental it is to me.

  To my surprise, Mason keeps his hands to himself for the rest of dinner, and he doesn’t even look to my lips making me think he might kiss me. My body is still raging for him, so I have no idea how his urges have faded so drastically.

  By the time dessert arrives, I fear I’ve done something wrong, and silently pray that he won’t just take me home, because I’m so turned on and desperate to feel him.

  “Do you have class tomorrow?” He asks after sending the waitress away with his credit card to pay for the bill.

  “Not until late,” I answer with neediness in my tone, hoping that won’t be the reason he makes me go home as a ball of hormones.

  “Okay,” he nods thoughtfully.

  “Here you are,” the waitress returns with the black billfold. “Thank you so much, Mr. Channing, I hope you have a great night, and you too, ma’am,” she smiles looking in my direction, and I offer a smile back before following Mason out into the large dining area.

  There are even more paparazzi gathered when we step outside. Undeterred, Mason pulls me to the car, pushing the skinny men to make room.

  “Did you meet on Sugar Babiez?” a guy yells out.

  “No comment,” Mason answers with confidence, pushing on towards the car without missing a beat.

  Helping me inside the backseat before climbing in himself, Mason gives some signal to his driver before pressing a button on his side console. A tinted partition rises slowly, giving us our own privacy.

  “Wasn’t that crazy?
” I gasp, still shocked from the photographers.

  “What? Dinner?” He asks confused.

  “No, the paparazzi,” I clarify, as he fumbles with his collar, unfastening his top button.

  “Who cares,” he shrugs before continuing, “I’ve dealt with them long enough to not let them get to me. Don’t worry about it.”

  “Well, if you’re not worried, then I’m not,” I declare.

  “I’m not. And honestly, I don’t even want to talk about that. Come here,” he grabs me, pulling me onto his lap.

  My hypothesis was completely wrong, he hadn’t lost an ounce of desire, and lucky for me, because my body is still on fire. Straddling him, he yanks my dress up, exposing my bare ass in my thong. His hand grips me tightly before smacking my soft curve, the skin shaking violently from his lashing.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” he growls, tugging at my neckline just enough to free my breasts, sticking his nose between them as I breathe deeply, my stomach tense and shaky.

  “I’m so wet for you, Mason,” I whisper.

  “Oh, yeah?” he asks, moving his hand beneath the thin fabric, and sliding two fingers inside of me.

  “Oh god,” I moan, my head falling back as his lips wrap around my nipple.

  Mason sucks on my nipples like a child. It’s the strongest sensation, especially when his teeth graze my sensitive skin. Sliding his fingers in and out of my snatch, he uses the pad of his thumb to massage my clit.

  “Yes! Oh, Mason, yes!” I moan loudly, my body ready to release all of the tension from the evening and then his hand stills, my breast falling from his mouth.

  “Why?” I look down at him, my stomach falling flat as the vibrations fade instantly.

  Mason doesn’t speak a word, instead, he takes my other nipple in his mouth. Sucking me hard while his fingers and thumb begin their rhythm again. This time my hips rise and fall, riding the friction urgently.

  “Oh, baby, ahh!” I moan again, my climax back within grasp.

  His thumb presses against my clit, and I feel myself begin to unravel just as he halts all his movements.

  “Mason!” I yell, my body needy and desperate.

  “What, baby?” He asks innocently.

  “Please,” I beg, panting.

  “Please what?” He asks calmly, his fingers circling my opening slowly.

  “Let me come, baby,” I bite my bottom lip, rising and lowering onto his fingers as the car pulls to a stop.

  Ice Cubes in Her Cunt

  ~Deleted Scene to Sugar Baby~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Mason

  We’ve barely made it into my apartment before I’m tearing that dress off of her while she shrieks something about it being expensive. But I couldn’t care less.

  “Take this off,” I order, and she twists to reveal a zipper, her hands running at my chest until she rips the buttons from my shirt, exposing my bare chest.

  With just her thong on, I push her against the wall, gripping her thigh as I take her mouth, kissing her while clenching my fingers around her throat possessively. Tonight, I want to own her. I’m going to fuck her however I want, until I come like a geyser.

  Pulling away, she’s panting, her breathing harsh, but she still wants more, her hands tearing for my belt, and I step back, leaving her propped against the wall as I undress before her, stepping out of my pants to show my cock long and hard, at full attention.

  “You see this?” I grunt, gripping my manhood as she licks her lips in lust, her head nodding slowly.

  “I’ve been hard for two fucking days waiting for you,” I sigh, my abdomen tense. Just staring at her sexy body, I know I could bring myself to orgasm with three tight strokes.

  “I want it,” she breathes sexily.

  “Oh, you’re most definitely going to get it. Come on,” I lead her to the bedroom.

  “Take those off,” I point to her panties. With her eyes on me, she does just what I say, slowly and seductively, just like I like it.

  From my top drawer, I grab a few silk scarves I’ve recently purchased for Carrie. Tonight, I want her just how I want her, and I don’t need her trying to seduce me like she always does.

  “Lay back,” I instruct her before tying one arm to a bedpost. I can see the worry in her eyes, so I pause before tying the other arm.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask.

  “Yes.” She answers without hesitation, and then she offers her wrist to me.

  Now that both of her arms are spread wide, I take the last scarf and cover her eyes. Her breathing slows when I begin to run my fingers through her hair, she always calms to my touch.

  “I want you fast and hard tonight, Carrie,” I warn her, watching as she swallows hard, not speaking a word.

  “Do you want me to have you how I want you?” I question, stepping out of my boxers.

  “You can have me however you want,” she assures me, and I stroke my cock to her soft voice.

  My mouth is on hers before she knows what’s happening, kissing her soft tongue as her body arches in confusion, unable to guess where the next sensation will come from. Wanting all of her, I drag my mouth along her body, sucking and licking her neck, and then her collarbone, before tracing between her boobs, as I massage her Double Ds with my hands.

  “I love these,” I groan before sucking each of her nipples long and hard while she moans my name, the sexiest sound in the world.

  Once I’ve finished, I go even lower, tracing the curves of her body with my fingertips. She comes alive beneath my touch, twisting and jerking sexily.

  “Open your legs,” I instruct, and those thick thighs fall apart, making room for me.

  She’s wet, I can already see that. But I’m gonna tear that sweet pussy apart if I don’t get her soaked, so I lick her opening really slow, tasting her arousal.

  “Ooh!” she cries, her body so close.

  But shit, we just started. Deciding not to waste any time, I begin sucking on her clit, using my fingers to open her sex and expose her pressure point. She’s crying for her release, her body pulling against the restraints as she begs for more and more pressure, and then I take it all from her.

  “Mason! No! Please!” she cries.

  Deciding she does deserve a little release, I raise my hand and let it fall harshly against her engorged clit. She comes instantly and the sight makes my cock twitch. Fuck, she’s so sexy.

  Her cries of pleasure follow me all the way to the kitchen as I retrieve an ice cube before returning to the room to see her still shivering from her orgasm.

  “Mason?” she whispers nervously.

  “I’m here, baby,” I smirk. My little sugar baby was worried all by herself.

  “That was so good,” she sighs.

  “You want some more?” I ask, watching her lips curl as she nods with excitement.

  Squeezing the ice cube in my fist, the drops of cold water fall onto her breasts as she inhales sharply from the coldness. Running the cube down her body, I pause at her opening.

  “Ahh! Mason!” she cries, and I move the ice to her mouth, as she sucks her arousal off.

  Repeating this, I stroke my cock, watching her twist and turn to my movements before tasting her own juices. It’s so sexy, I have to feel her for myself.

  I’ve never seen a woman get as wet as Carrie. Her young, tight pussy creams nonstop, so I carry her juices down to her ass before sliding fingers into both holes. My abdomen is tight, fighting back my need to climax, but I can’t stop teasing her sweet cunt.

  “Mason, please!” She finally cries, her pussy pulsing from another orgasm.

  “What’s up, baby?” I ask before running my tongue along her clit, just owning her pussy. She can’t even take this much pleasure, but she loves it too much to
tell me to stop.

  “Oh, God,” she moans.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I ask, licking her clit once more before sucking her so gently as I massage her with my tongue.

  “No, god no,” she moans.

  My mouth works her over once more until she’s glistening from sweat, her body shiny and tense. Kneeling beside her on the bed, my cock is still rock hard. I can’t even decide what to do next.

  “I want you,” she whines.

  “How do you want me, baby?” I smirk, she’s so fucking greedy. She’s already come several times, but she still wants the cock.

  Carrie doesn’t say a word, instead, she just opens her mouth, wide. My stomach drops and my length extends another inch. She knows exactly how to turn me on.

  “This what you want?” I growl, kneeling beside her head before thrusting my cock into her mouth, tapping the inside of her cheek.

  “Mmm,” she moans, unable to speak with my rod in her mouth.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” I pump in and out of her mouth until I feel myself ready to explode. Pulling back, I go to move, but her words stop me.

  “Fuck my mouth,” she begs.

  “What?” I feel myself moving before I’ve even agreed, straddling her chest before sliding my cock down her throat slowly.

  She’s breathing hard, but smiling. Knowing she’s such a good innocent girl only makes her freaky ways more erotic, and I lose myself, pumping her mouth as she moans and hums on my cock.

  I’ve never fucked a girl’s throat before, but it’s far from disappointing, and I find it hard to back away, but I know where I want to come – deep in that warm wet cunt.

  Licking her lips, Carrie looks proud of herself as she struggles to catch her breath. Positioning myself between her legs as they spread wider for me, I fall into her so slow, trying not to come the second I feel her slickness.

  “Oh baby!” She moans, and I close my eyes to focus.

  Lifting myself up, I fall back into her velvety depth, my body instantly wanting the speed, and I surge forward, my hips slamming into her, fucking her with fast hard strokes.