Sugar Baby by Erin Pim Read Free Book Online

hands running over me. He finds my clit, moving moisture upwards towards it, and I groan loudly. He tugs on my breast more intently, using more suction with his lips against my nipple, and bats my clit mercilessly with finger. Already in ecstasy, I feel him begin to probe my lips, inching closer to the opening of my pussy. Suddenly, he hooks on. I cry out as his finger enters me, and he curls it, quickly finding my aching g-spot. I find myself riding his hand, as he continues to take my breasts into his mouth. It feels so intense, that my body wants to close up on him, gripping his finger, but I try to relax and let him in. Only then, can he touch me in that spot, deep inside. Oh fuck. I bear down, pulling him in, opening myself. Let me touch you there, I picture him whispering. Let me touch you right here. Just let me massage this spot for a second more...
    â€œOh fuck! God! Fuck, fuck!!” I yell out, fiercely coming on his hand. I collapse back onto his lap, breathing for a moment with a huge smile on my face. Then, dismount, only to lean over and kiss him deeply on the mouth again. I heave a sigh.
    â€œOne of these days, I have to please you,” I smile blissfully.
    â€œYou never have to do anything,” he responds, running his hand through my hair. “And you do please me. Greatly.” I moan pleasantly, eyes closing, head resting on the back on the couch. “I think we should get you back, before you fall asleep.”
    â€œMmmm, if we must. In ten minutes?”
    â€œIn ten minutes,” he chuckles.
    He puts his arm around me, and we both gaze into the fire.

Chapter Six
    I take the next day off from everything; Rigatoni’s, Stephen, plans for my cafe, in an attempt to really try and ground myself. But, considering my A-type personality, it’s difficult. I have to actually make myself do it. Despite the excitement of the dates I’ve had with Stephen, I’ve been feeling a lot of underlying anxiety about the big life changes happening. So, not exactly pleased with my current cramped living arrangements, I decide to go to a small park, bundled, and with a hot beverage. Just do this for twenty minutes, and then you can go back in and work on your cafe. I make the hot chocolate at home, and put it in a travel mug, out of the habit of saving money.
    Money. I heave a sigh, settling into the park bench. Would I have met Stephen if I wasn’t in need of it? Given him the time of day? But, do I have feelings for him now? Yes, I definitely do. Almost like an arranged marriage, I feel like we were brought together by an ulterior motive, but a genuine relationship is forming. And arrangements like this have been around for centuries, despite it being taboo in Western culture. I wouldn’t continue to see him if I didn’t feel we clicked. Or would I? Maybe I’m just one of the lucky ones, that we did. What would I have done, if I didn’t feel attracted to him? Do many of those girls at the Gentlemen’s Club have a genuine connection with their SD? And, can I ever be certain that I’m not just attracted to what he can give me?
    I take a sip of my hot chocolate, and check my online banking on my phone. I see that Stephen has deposited the first of eight installments. It’s official. I’m a Sugar Baby.
    My next shift, which are becoming fewer and farther between nowadays, I find myself trying to stuff my hair into my chef’s cap before anyone sees it. I wear plastic gloves with the dual purpose of hiding my nails, and avoiding damaging them. Despite my efforts, Jeremy’s big nose notices a vividly coloured strand of hair.
    â€œWhoa. Did you dye your hair?”
    â€œUh, yeah. It was a present.”
    â€œYou got a haircut for a present?”
    â€œHaven’t you ever given your mom a gift certificate for a spa or something?”
    â€œOh, yeah. I guess. Well, it looks really good!”
    Just then, I look past the swinging door, to see