The Sugar Baby Decided To Quit

“Haa…”

It was hot and damp. My body was tangled to another in a throe of passion. His sweat mingled with my own. It tasted salty but sweet at the same time.

He always burrowed his head on the slope of my neck when he embraced me. His fingers curling with mine as his hips moved mercilessly.

As always, he could not restrain himself. His thrusts were too fast and rough. He never savored the action, never considered the person underneath him.

I bit my lip to prevent my moans. Instead of slowing down, he became more aroused at the sight of me trying to conceal the moans. He thought it was a challenge. So, he quickened his pace, making sure that every thrust was long and deep. He wanted to reach the deepest part of me.

He knew my sensitive spot. He had memorized it. And he was pretty much enjoying teasing me. He motioned his hip so that his member would reach that G spot.

“Haaa…”

“Ngg…”

He assaulted my sensitive spot over and over again. I could not help but quiver.

“Alex…,” I pleaded by calling his name.

He loved it whenever I call his name like that. With my raspy voice, he thought it was sexy. I could feel his manhood became harder inside me. His wave of motion started to make my insides convulse.

My head rolled back. Every inch of my body felt like being electrocuted at the same time. I was so close to my peak.

“Alex…,” I called again. He slowed down. Deliberately. Then he stopped completely. His blue orbs looked at me intensely. Challenging me.

As I said, he loved to tease me.

I hated that part of him.

He started licking and sucking my nipple as I breathed out the words, “You’re cruel…”

His smile was wide and true. He knew and I knew, that I needed more. Like always, I had to give up first. I started moving my hips below him.

“Ha…”

I moved as fast as I could. I was so close.

He groaned in pleasure. I knew he was close too. Eventually, he would give up as well.

It did not take long before he finally gripped my hips firmly again and started moving his own. He could never bear to wait for me to finish. I was moving too slow for him. So, he ravaged me again.

I moaned at the peak of my ecstasy. And so did he. His body slumped next to me. Then he pulled my body to his. His lips gave small kisses on my neck and shoulder while his big fingers played with my black hair. It was a reward, he said, for bringing satisfaction to him.

We stayed in that position for a while. Just staring at each other breathlessly. Sometimes, he would ask things. Random things. Like “What’s your biggest fear?” or “How many exes have you had?” To which I answered, “Height” and “None”. I never knew why he always made me stay longer than he needed me to. He could have just asked me to leave right then and I would not mind.

After all, this was all a business transaction.

Before you jump to conclusions; No. I was not a prostitute. I was his sugar baby … or you could say contracted girlfriend, if it eases your conscience, to Alexander. A very rich fellow in the busy city of New York.