Craving Sugar (Sugar Daddy Romance)

Chapter 27

“Ready to head out?” Beau came to a stop in front of me, catching me off guard. “My feet hurt, and I’m dying to get out of this dress.” Her words reminded me of my earlier discovery: she was completely bare underneath. Her lithe body was just waiting for my cock. Swollen. Wet. Fucking delicious. “So, can we? Go, I mean.”

“Of course,” My tone was deep, holding an edge of manic desperation that caused her pupils to dilate. “Follow me.”

I pulled her along behind me, was just to the edge of the entrance—dodging everyone who wished to speak with me—in my desire to reach the lobby and elevators.

If Beau thought that we were going back home tonight, she was dead fucking wrong. I had plans for us, and they included being naked and the smell of sex permeating every single square inch of the presidential suite I’d rented for the night.

“Wait!” she called out over the music, her heels digging into the floor, forcing me to stop. “What about your award? I think Amber picked it up and—”

Turning around, I jerked her to me and crashed my lips to hers. “Fuck the award.” I silenced her plea with my mouth slanted over hers, taking the very breath from her lungs. Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck, and she stood on the tip of her toes to reach me.

Deepening the kiss, I groaned at the taste of champagne and her natural sweetness exploding over each pleasure sensor. My cock was swollen, hard as a motherfucking pike, while the tip leaked my desire. Could feel as the bead rolled down the bulbous head and down my shaft.

It pressed against the zipper of my pants, and I’d never been happier than to be wearing a jacket. Covered me from being indecent, not that I wasn’t already halfway there.

The talking around us dulled into a hum—whispers.

Her tongue swiped over mine, caressed, and then pulled back. Nymph laid her forehead on mine just as I tried to deepen the kiss. “They’re watching,” she whispered, lips swollen. “Think we should leave, grouch. Unless you want to give them a show, because with how bad I want you, I wouldn’t care either way.”

Just hearing her admission, how much she wanted me, caused my head to spin. For my hand to tighten around hers and rush out of that ballroom.

Thank God the elevator shaft was empty, and we slipped inside without any interruptions. Once the doors closed, I released the hold I had on her, and took my place on the opposite wall. Just admired her from my perch; enjoyed the heavy-lidded stare she gave me. The quick rise and fall of her chest with every intake of air.

How her nipples pebbled—pushed against her gown’s fabric in need of attention.

We rode up in absolute silence, all the way up without being interrupted by other guests trying to venture onto other floors.

Ding.

“After you,” left me on a low growl. Built from the center of my chest, the sound near animalistic. While she’d been busy today getting more beautiful than should be allowed, I had booked our room and picked up the key.

“Okay.” Meek, she was lowering herself to the dominant male before her. Didn’t say anything else. Not a peep when I grabbed her by the back of the neck and took possession of her lips. Not when I bit their plumpness before pulling back, and dragging her toward our room.

“Take the keycard from my pocket and open the door.” With a shaky hand, Beau took the small plastic square—her fingers brushing over the swollen tip of my cock. I hissed, and she shook, her body vibrating against mine. “Open the fucking door, Beau. Now.”

She brought the keycard to the slot, waited until the light turned green to twist the handle and push it open. Gasped at the sheer enormity of the space, while I—I couldn’t stop myself from slamming the door closed behind her.

I pressed my body against her back, fingers dragging down her spine, until I found a tiny zipper over the swell of her ass. Lowered it and brought my hand inside, squeezing the succulent flesh. Manipulated the roundness of each cheek before bringing both hands up to her neck.

I fingered the edge of her collar, pushing at the shoulders until the top half caught at her elbows.

“Hendrix, please…touch me,” Beau whimpered, teeth embedded in her lip. “No foreplay needed. I’m so ready for you, baby. Wet—”

“You don’t get a say here, nymph.” My lips found the sweet skin of her neck while I cupped a tit in each hand. Weighed them. Pulled on the tight little pink tips. “You’re mine to play with. Mine to fuck.”

“Won’t deny that I love your barbaric charm, but tonight I get a say. Not just you. Not this time.” Beau lowered her arms, allowing the dress to drop to her waist. She shimmied, ass gyrating against my throbbing dick. With the tip of two fingers, she pushed it down and let the garment pool at her feet.

Turning in my hold, she rose to the tips of her toes and nipped my chin, all the while her own hands explored. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall beside her dress. Next, she removed my cummerbund and untucked my shirt, grasped the end in her nimble fingers and gave one solid pull.

Buttons scattered, pinging across the stone tile.

“Is that so?” Taking my tattered shirt off, I made a move to take off the bowtie when she stopped me. “Problem?”

“That stays on, grouch.”

“Then so do those heels.” I licked my lips, eyeing her from head to toe. “Walk for me.”

“Like this?” My playful little Beau swayed her hips with each step she took. Further into the suite and across the living room, she didn’t pause until we reached the staircase that led to the second floor. There, she bent at the waist with one high-heeled foot on the first step.

“Dangerous game you are playing.” I was a step behind her, hand on my belt as I watched a single bead of wetness roll down her thigh. Abandoning my semi-undone belt for her body, I slid two fingers through her folds and circled her clit.

Beau shivered, but no sound left her sweet mouth. I dipped my finger inside, to the first knuckle and then back out.

“Not fair,” she whined, pushing back against my digit. Hips rotating, she clenched—tightened her walls for a second and whirled around to face me.

“What’re you doing?”

“Shut up.” With one solid push, I moved back, giving her just enough space to drop to her knees. The clank of my belt hitting the tile floor followed my pants and boxer briefs being forced down and over my hip. Down to my knees, before she took me deep in her mouth.

“Motherfuck.” Heat. Indescribable soft heat enveloped me, and my balls tightened. Her fist grasped the base of my length, her fingers just touching at the tips, and she gave a twist. Followed the movement of her mouth with each stroke. “Jesus, babe. Too…fuck…tighten your hold.”

Up, down…twist. Repeat.

Nymph looked up at me from beneath her lashes, her tongue flicking the slit. “Like this?” Using both hands, she jerked me twice before spitting on the head—used her saliva and my pre-come to fuck my cock with her fist.

“Suck my dick, Beau.” Fingers embedded in her hair, I wrapped the strands around my hand and tugged her closer. “Be a good girl, and take me into the back of that pretty little throat of yours.”

“Yes, please,” she moaned, abandoning my length to find purchase on my thighs. One hand held her up while she opened her mouth wide to hold me on her tongue. To feel the weight of me.

It was perverse. A beautiful, depraved scene, and I loved every second of it.

How easily she let me take.

“Wider.” At my command, she opened those lips further and let half of my cock slide into her mouth. Wrapped her lips around the hard flesh and sucked. My eyes rolled back, thighs tensing at the marvelous feel. “More?”

Beau nodded, and I pressed forward, slid another two inches in. Fuck, she looked beautiful with her eyes watering, mascara running down the corner of her right eye.

She took in a deep breath and let it out through her nose, doing this a couple more times before taking in the rest of my length. Immediately, her throat tried to close at the intrusion. Her eyes locked on mine, she brought my hand to her throat and let me feel the bulge my cock made.

I had to close my eyes and count to ten. Felt too good.

So, I stroked in and out a few times until it became too much. Hypersensitive—the sight alone had me holding onto my composure by a very thin thread. It hurt me to do so, but I pulled out.

A string of her saliva connected us.

“Get the fuck up and turn around, nymph,” I hissed from between clenched teeth, my hand pumping my length, using her spit as lubrication. Her eyes followed the movement, staying where she was, transfixed on me. “I want you with one leg on the banister and the other a step below.”

My girl didn’t move, and that wouldn’t do. I grabbed her arm, all but forced her into position.

With her leg high on the banister, she was wide open for me. Dependent on me to keep her steady.

Could not help myself and bent down, bringing my face level with her pussy. With the flat of my tongue, I licked her from clit to her puckered hole, groaning against her sensitive flesh as her natural sweetness coated my tongue.

I couldn’t control myself. The high of her taste—the evidence of her desire for me on my tongue, I nipped the inside of her thigh after taking one final lick and stood. Kicked my shoes and pants off, then lined myself with her entrance.

Rubbed the bulbous head through her wet folds.

“Hendrix, please…baby, I need…fuck!” Beau yelled out, my fingers smacking her throbbing bundle of nerves at the same time I buried myself to the hilt. Two small taps right over her clit and then I pressed down, held her in place while I took out my frustration—uncontrollable ardor for her. “Oh my God…oh my God.”

This slip of a girl had taken my calm and predictable life and flipped it upside down. Took the pieces of my torn remains and began to place them together.

“Not God, baby.” Leaning over her, my lips trailed open-mouthed kisses across her back. From shoulder to shoulder, I bit her flesh, leaving perfect indentations of my teeth. They looked glorious on her sweaty skin. “I’m Mr. Parker to you when I have you bathing my cock in your essence.”

Her small hand covered mine, over her pussy, and pressed down. Harder. “One day, I’m going to tie you to a bed and take my revenge. Make you experience the helplessness I feel. How much I want to make you beg for more.”

“Do your worst, Beau. I’ll repay you tenfold the moment I get out of those binds.” Won’t deny that the picture she painted made me harder. I swelled to almost the point of pain, had to force myself inside with each pump of my hips as her walls clamped down. “But right now,” I grunted, picking up speed while her body seized, our combined fingers drawing tight circles over her clit. “I want you to cry out for me. Make sure everyone in this hotel knows it’s me taking you high—the one that makes you soar.”

“Hendrix, I’m so close. Please…” A whisper. That shit wouldn’t do.

No. I wanted her screaming at the top of her lungs. To lose all rational thought and control of her body.

“Who the fuck do you belong to? Tell me, nymph.” Taking her leg from the banister, I placed it over my elbow and bent her lower. I pulled all the way out and smacked her ass cheek with my glistening cock, the thwack loud inside the quiet room. “Answer me or I’ll stop. I have no problem with decorating this sweet ass with my come and leaving you a horny mess for the rest of the night.”

“Don’t you dare,” she threatened, turning to look at me from over her shoulder with a glare. My reply, I raised a brow and waited. Slapped her ass once more and then slid halfway in; gave her short little jabs that pissed her off.

Beau tried and failed to fuck herself back on my dick; she gave up and fell forward with her hands landing on the step in front of her.

“Tell me what I need to hear.” Jesus, her walls were pulsing—every single clench made it hard for me to see straight. Her pussy was trying to milk the come from me.

I slammed back in without conscious thought. Fucked her with short angry pumps of my hips until the girl in front of me cried out my name. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and still, I didn’t let up on my punishment.

“You! Dammit, Parker—” Beau’s scream got caught in her throat; her eyes widened, and knees shook from the force of my strokes.

Bringing my hand back to her pussy, I rubbed her clit in tight circles. “Take it. Take everything I gift you.” That time when her body seized, she stopped breathing and her eyes rolled back. I had to grit my teeth and hold still while she rode out her release. Fuck, I was close, but didn’t want to end our night like that. No, when I came, I wanted to be face to face. “Breathe, baby. Fuck, sweet girl, I need you to take in a deep breath for me.”

“Oh God…too much. Hendrix, too much.” Her wails were music to my fucking ears, but still not enough. So, when she moved off my dick, I flipped our positions.

Sat down on a low step with her straddling me—pussy lined up with my cock. Tremors rocked her body, whimpers of pleasure turning into a scream of ecstasy the moment I forced her down onto my girth.

“Look at me,” I demanded, hands at her waist, manipulating her hips. Green jewels met mine, blissed out and with a lazy smile. Fucking beautiful.

Beau pressed her forehead against my own and breathed in my every exhale. There were no words exchanged, while I chased my own release. Our eyes stayed connected while I pumped my hips beneath her.

“Come for me, Mr. Parker. Let me feel you,” she breathed out before kissing me slow and sweet. Two pecks, and a tiny bite as pleasure tore through me—a lightning strike that left me blind for a second or two. My come filled her pussy.

Left my mark.

It was intense. Everything I’d been too blind to see was now smacking me in the face. How could I ever think that I’d get through this unscathed?

This woman in my arms was everything.

I was fighting a losing battle.