Sugar Mama

by Tuesday Morrigan

  “I’ve been dying to get under this dress all day,” Alejandro groaned against her lips. His hands skimmed under her thighs until they landed on the cheeks of her ass. “Shit, you’re wearing a thong,” he said as his fingers traced the outline of the itsy bit of lace. One long, blunt finger slipped under the thong and between the lips of her sex. She was wet and hot to the touch. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly she reacted to him.

  His index and middle finger spread the lips of her pussy, exposing the swollen head of her clitoris. Alejandro pressed his fingers together, capturing her clit between, and stroked the turgid bud.

  Theodora sighed against his neck before nipping the flesh.

  “Somebody is asking for trouble,” Alejandro whispered before pinching the head of her clit.

  Theodora came hard, coating his fingers with her wet release. The blunt edge of her nails dug into the tense muscles of his shoulder as she held on for dear life as he stroked her engorged clit over and over again.

  He wanted her orgasm to last an eternity.

  When the final shudder of satisfaction shook her body, he rubbed two thick fingers against her sex, coating them in her desire before slipping them inside her hot sheath.

  Her eyes, dark as midnight slowly fluttered open. “Are you going to punish me for getting mad?” she whispered with a mischievous grin.

  “Oh yeah,” he replied before thrusting his fingers deep inside her. He groaned as her cunt muscles fluttered and tightened around his fingers. The feel of her body contracting around him singed him from the inside out. Her pussy felt so tight; it felt like a damned vise.

  He plunged his fingers in and out of her sheath, increasing the depth of his strokes. He fucked her hard, thrusting his fingers deep inside her clenching cunt. His teeth bit into the plump flesh of his lower lip as he stroked his fingers into her moist sex, eliciting a shallow sigh from her parted lips.

  “Oh God…oh God,” Theodora panted. “Harder.”

  Alejandro complied, thrusting his fingers hard and deep. Almost immediately Theodora’s cry of satisfaction rang through the air as she climaxed around his fingers. Her pussy contracted so tightly he was afraid she wasn’t ever going to dislodge his fingers from her cunt.

  Sweat poured down his forehead and fell into his eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers from between the fluttering muscles of her sex. He tenderly rubbed his fingers across the head of her clitoris. She shivered and gasped against him before wrapping her fingers in the strands of his hair and pulling him up for a wet, heated kiss. “I’ve never enjoyed a punishment so much,” she whispered against his lips before pulling away.

  “You were very, very bad today. You didn’t trust me. You need to remember it’s only you. There is no other woman for me.”

  “Alejandro, its not that I ‑‑”

  He cut off her statement with a grunt and shake of his head. “No. The truth is you didn’t trust me. You owe me so much more than one orgasm.”

  Alejandro grabbed her around the waist and carried her across the room to the living room. When he reached the sofa, he placed her on her feet. Then, he grabbed a sofa pillow and dropped it on the floor between them. “Get on your knees, querida.”

  She stared up at him with large eyes. “Alejandro,” she whispered.

  The soft, throaty sound of her voice sent shudders down his body. He couldn’t wait to feel her lush lips wrapped around his cock.

  “Now,” he growled.

  Theodora slowly lowered her body to kneel on the plush pillow between them. He took a step closer so that she was but a breath away. Her small hands shook with desire as she reached out and unbuckled his jeans. The low rasp of the zipper teeth widening and her husky breath were the only sounds in the room.

  The seconds seemed endless as he watched Theodora pull down his jeans and unsheathe the swollen head of his cock. Her soft, firm hands slowly stroked out the long length of his thick shaft.

  She held him with both hands. He watched with his heart in his throat, as she slowly moved her head toward him. Finally, her tongue, wet and pink, licked the full, engorged head of his manhood.

  His heartfelt curse cut through the air.

  Theodora sat back on her haunches and grinned up at him. The devilish look in her eyes made him want to howl. It was at that moment that Alejandro realized he really wanted her to pay.

  He wanted her to beg for his forgiveness.

  He wanted her to make him forget the lightning flash of pain that had bounced through his chest when he thought he was going to lose her.

  “Show me your breasts,” he said, his voice soft and thick like cream.

  She hesitated for a second before complying. She let go of his cock. The swollen length bobbed in the air in front of her as she tried to remove her dress.

  “No. Keep the dress on.”

  She stared at him as if he had just told her to jump off a bridge. Then, after a few seconds of apparent contemplation, she gave him a sultry smile and lowered the scoop neckline of her dress until her bra showed.

  “You’re lucky I’m wearing a stretchy dress,” she said with an impish smile.

  He shook his head at her. “No, querida, you’re lucky you’re wearing a stretchy dress. Regardless of what you were wearing, the command would be the same. Take off your panties,” he grunted.

  Theodora quickly stood and started to pull off her underwear. Her hands were under her dress, on her hips, when he stopped her.

  “No. Show me. Lift your dress and show me…everything,” he rumbled.

  She tried lifting her dress as she pulled down her panties. It didn’t work the first time. The dress fell around her as she tried to pull down her underwear. She cocked one eyebrow at him.

  Alejandro simply folded his arms over his chest and regarded her. He would have laughed if he wasn’t so tense. There he was, hard as hell with his jeans around his ankles and his cock pointing to the sky, and he was trying to be stern.

  “Fine,” she muttered before tucking the long length of her skirt in her bra. Then she slowly lowered her panties, revealing her lovely pussy.

  “That’s it, baby,” he groaned. Theodora returned to her knees thighs spread for his viewing pleasure. “Touch yourself,” he growled softly when he saw the soft down of midnight curls that shielded her most perfect secret.

  Theodora slowly parted the thick lips of her sex and stroked one index finger down her flesh, from clit to slit. The soft purr of her arousal slithered down his spine.

  “Do it again,” he growled harshly.

  Her glazed, ebony eyes fluttered open and connected with his. She held his gaze as she pressed two fingers against her flesh.

  “Pretend those are my fingers and fuck yourself.” The harsh sound of his voice grated through the air.

  Her fingers slipped into her pussy.

  Alejandro grimaced and his cock twitched as he watched Theodora’s fingers slid into her tight sheath. He was barely holding on by a thread, but it was a beautiful position to be in. He had never been so turned on in his life. He suspected that he could cut a diamond with his cock. He was that aroused by the sight of Theodora pleasuring herself for him.

  “Harder…deeper,” he rasped as he watched her small, dark fingers disappear in her sex. She immediately complied. Her eyes widened and the sound of flesh hitting flesh floated through the air as she fucked herself hard and deep…just like he asked.

  “Damn, sweetheart, you’re something beautiful,” he said as he watched her face heat with arousal and her skin dampen with sweat.

  “That’s it, querida. Come for me.”

  Theodora’s eyes grew large with shock. She shuddered and mewling sounds escaped from her plump, parted lips as she climaxed. The sound of flesh meeting flesh grew louder, more insistent as her body leaked more cream from her orgasm.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” he groaned when her pace started to slow down. “I want you to come again.” He palmed his rock hard cock in a tight fist as he watched he
r.

  “Please,” Theodora moaned.

  “Again.”

  He took a step forward. His cock bobbed in front of her face. “Put it in your mouth, but don’t stop you hear me? I want you to come as you suck my cock.”

  Theodora moaned something indecipherable before taking the idle hand on her thigh and wrapping it around his cock. She used one hand to pleasure herself as the other fed his dick into her mouth.

  Alejandro groaned her name when the wet, heat of her slick mouth encased him. Nothing had ever felt so good. He shuddered when Theodora’s answering moan vibrated around his thick length.

  “Take some more, sweetheart.” His fingers tightened in Theodora’s ebony hair, guiding her to take him further down her throat. Theodora swallowed and he slid to the back of her throat.

  “Shit!” Her mouth felt almost as good as her pussy. He closed his eyes and pulled her away before pressing her head back so she could swallow more of his cock.

  The sound of his harsh breathing echoed over the harsh slap of Theodora fingering herself. He opened his eyes and stared into her midnight gaze. “I want you to come now. With me down your throat, I want you to come.”

  It was as if he had pressed her button. Her eyes fluttered and closed. She groaned around his length and quivered from head to toe.

  The sight of her coming with a mouthful of his cock was too much for Alejandro to ignore. He pulled himself from her lips, grabbed her shoulders, and threw her onto the couch. In one sweeping move he pushed her thick thighs apart and thrust himself into her moist heat.

  “Oh my God,” she screamed.

  “Son of a bitch,” he growled when he was balls deep inside her pussy. He could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm as her cunt tightened around him.

  “Now I want you to show me you’ve learned your lesson,” he growled before capturing her lips. He nipped at her lips and withdrew out of her until only the head of his cock was sheathed inside her pussy.

  “I’ve learned…I’ve learned,” Theodora groaned as her fingers clutched the firm cheeks of his ass.

  Alejandro resisted her fervent attempts to push him back inside her. He shook his head. “Tell me,” he whispered.

  “I’ve learned to trust. I promise. I trust you,” she screamed before thrusting her hips up at him.

  Alejandro stared down at her heated face, loving the fact that she was so gone, she didn’t care what he did, what she had to say. She only cared that he fuck her.

  One hand caught her face and directed her gaze to him. “Tell me.”

  “I trust you,” she whispered. “I trust you like I’ve never trusted another man before.”

  “I’m your lover,” he groaned.

  “Yes, you’re my lover and my boyfriend.”

  Alejandro thrust himself back into her clinging heat. The sounds of their screams of completion vibrated through the pungent air as they came together.

  Chapter Ten

  The Sweetest Taboo

  Theodora jumped at the sound of the front door lock clicking. Her heart started pounding immediately. Her wild eyes connected with a gaze she knew intimately. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was. It was just Alejandro. The moment her heart rate returned to normal, her anger rose.

  “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

  The bastard winked at her before giving her a saucy smile. “No, I think I’ll keep your heart rate up in bed and only in bed.”

  She glared at him. Her mouth opened to let him have it. Unfortunately a sneeze came out.

  “Or on the kitchen table…”

  She frantically reached for the box of tissues on the side table. She needed a Kleenex desperately.

  “Or in the living room.”

  Oh my God! Oh my God. She could feel snot coming out of her nose. This was embarrassing as hell.

  “How many cups of coffee have you had so far?”

  Theodora stared at him for a couple of seconds over her tissue before speaking. “Why?” she asked, suspiciously. She had been seconds away from saying, “I lost count hours ago,” but something in his voice made her keep her comment to herself.

  “You do know you’re not supposed to drink caffeine or milk when you have a cold? And you have a very bad cold,” he said before shaking his head, and tsk-tsk-ing, as he made his way to her.

  “You’ve known me for a year now. How well do you think I’ll last without coffee or milk?”

  “You need to get better.”

  “I know that,” she said before sitting up and reaching for the cup of coffee sitting on her center table. Her small fingers reached for the gigantic mug.

  Alejandro moved like a cat and snatched it out of reach moments before her fingertips would have touched the warm ceramic handle.

  “No coffee.”

  “You do realize that what you are proposing is akin to telling a vampire not to suck people’s blood because he might contract AIDS. It’s not really an issue. I can’t function without coffee. I can function with a cold. I NEED my coffee, Alejandro,” she ground between her teeth before standing on shaky feet.

  “And I need you to get healthy,” he said with a grin.

  Her eyes squinted at the sight of his smile. Theodora wasn’t sure if she was more angered by the smile or the fact that he wouldn’t let her indulge her addiction. “Give…it…back,” she growled.

  She jumped up and attempted to snatch the cup out of his hands. Midair she realized she was being ridiculous. She had a coffeepot full of chocolate truffle coffee and about a million coffee cups. She didn’t need that cup of coffee.

  Theodora stormed her way to the kitchen. Stupid, coffee stealing bastard, she thought snidely as she grabbed the coffeepot.

  “Uh-uh, Theodora. I meant what I said.” Alejandro’s hand sat above hers, preventing her from pouring the coffee out of the pot. She stared up at him. He obviously had to be kidding.

  “This is not funny, Alejandro,” she said between clenched teeth.

  He watched her for several seconds. She didn’t dare flinch under his perusing gaze. After what felt like an eternity he spoke. “You really feel that you need it. You don’t just want it do you?”

  Her shoulders lowered and she removed her hand from the pot. He could have it if he was going to go there. “I don’t need it. I want it,” she threw at him before turning.

  Theodora went to sit on the couch. Her arms were tightly wrapped around her body. She couldn’t explain it, but she was pissed as hell at Alejandro. It was one thing to acquire a lover, a boyfriend. It was one thing for the boyfriend to think he could tell you want to eat and drink, even if you are sick as hell.

  Alejandro stood in the doorway that separated the kitchen from the living room. “You’re mad at me,” he said softly.

  Theodora didn’t bother to look at him when she replied. “No. I’m not.” She gathered the papers set out on her coffee table. She had been balancing her books and making sure that she was nowhere near the red.

  Alejandro took a few steps into the room. “So, you’re not mad. Or are you mad, but not at me?”

  She lifted her head at the sound of the smile in his voice. Now it was obvious that the bastard was taunting her. “Don’t you think that just because…” Her words trailed off when she looked up and saw what he was holding. Or better yet what he was drinking. “What is that?” she said in a voice so soft and sweet, she wondered how her teeth didn’t rot.

  “I’m not the one who is sick.”

  Theodora clenched her teeth so hard she thought they were going to crumble under the pressure. He was definitely goading her on purpose.

  And then he smiled before lifting the cup to his lips.

  She watched him take a sip of her perfectly roasted, expensive as hell, imported chocolate truffle coffee. It was too much to ask a girl to take. “Lock the door on your way out,” she said before gathering all of her papers and books. She was halfway out of the living room when he stopped her.

  “What will
you give me if I give you what you want?”

  “Let me go,” she growled, eyeing the corded arm wrapped around her chest.

  “What will you give me if I give you what you want, querida?” he purred. His voice was thicker, smoother, and full of arousal. At that moment Theodora realized why Alejandro had been playing with her.

  Her head fell back and she leaned against his strength. “Why do you like to get a rise out of me?”

  “Why do I keep getting a rise out of you?” he retorted.

  She smiled despite herself. “I don’t know. Because you know which buttons to push? Because you won’t stop pushing those buttons?”

  She could feel him shaking his head. “No, it’s because you’re sexy as hell when you’re angry. Since I’m shameless, I’ll admit it. I push your buttons because I want you to play with mine. Once you get angry I’m allowed to coax you out of your bad mood,” he murmured. As Alejandro spoke, his hands moved over her body, to settle on her breasts.

  “You haven’t answered my question, querida. What will you give me if I give you what you want?”

  She snorted at him. “You expect me to give it up in exchange for a cup of coffee.”

  “No. I expect you to give it up in exchange for a cup of coffee and several orgasms.”

  “Oh,” Theodora said numbly. The man did have a point. She was guaranteed a couple of orgasms with Alejandro. The man was a magician when it came to her body. Before him, Theodora had believed that multiple orgasms were a myth.

  Still…

  “I’m sick. You pointed it out yourself.”

  “You’re not that sick. And I need you.”

  “Oh…you’ve got to give me more than one cup of coffee.” She would need more than one cup to get through the rest of the day. “And as much creamer as I want.”

  His hand tightened over her breast. “In that case, I want several orgasms and you will try out the toy.”

  She gasped and closed her eyes as immediate arousal surged through her body. Even though they had been going at it like animals, she was still surprised by how quickly her body flushed with desire whenever he said something that even remotely related to sex.