Sugar Daddy

Chapter 8

Sasha POV

As we returned to the bedroom, my eyes were drawn to a closet tucked perfectly in the corner, concealed behind a pristine white barn door. Lionel's casual remark, "You can jump on the bed," offered an invitation I couldn't resist. I leaped onto the inviting bed, eager to feel the softness beneath me.

But as I looked into Lionel's eyes, something ignited within me – an undeniable attraction that left me feeling both hot and bothered. I couldn't contain the desire that surged through me. Without hesitation, I left the bed and approached him, capturing his lips with mine. Our mouths melded in a passionate kiss that left no room for uncertainty.

My boldness might have taken him by surprise, but I couldn't help myself; an intense need coursed through my very core, making every moment apart from him unbearable. He responded by wrapping his strong hands around my waist before boldly grasping my ass. With a sensuous urgency, he guided me back toward the bed, where he pinned me down.

Our kiss deepened, our tongues intertwining in a dance of desire. The intensity of our connection was electric, and we both moaned with longing. His hands ventured, teasingly finding their way to my breasts, expertly rubbing my nipples until they became achingly erect. The need for him coursed through my veins, an undeniable yearning that consumed me.

In a soft, husky whisper, he asked, "Do you want me?" My response was a fervent nod, my desire evident in my eyes and every fiber of my being. But he demanded more, urging me to vocalize my longing.

With breathless anticipation, I finally confessed, "Yes, Lionel. I need you."

Lionel POV

I held Sasha's hands gently as we moved closer to the bed, my desire intensifying with each passing moment. It was clear that our passion had reached a fever pitch, and I couldn't wait to explore every inch of her.

With a sense of urgency, I helped her out of her dress, my hands working quickly to reveal her flawless form. As I did so, Sasha eagerly unbuckled my pants, and her fingers found their way to my aching member. The sensation of her touch was electrifying, and I could feel myself nearing the edge. Her captivating eyes bore into mine, adding to the intensity of the moment.

With both of us now completely nude, I marveled at Sasha's newfound boldness. She lay on the bed, her legs open, and her fingers expertly caressed her clit. Her moans filled the room, and I was overcome with a primal urge to make her climax.

I couldn't resist any longer. I reached out and gently took hold of her hands, guiding them away from her pleasure. I wanted to be the one to bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

As our passion intensified, I trailed a series of tender kisses along Sasha's neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. My free hand ventured to her breast, where my fingers expertly played with her right nipple, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from her.

Meanwhile, my left hand found its way to her most intimate place, where I gently teased and caressed her clit, my fingers moving in a rhythmic dance of desire. Sasha's voice, heavy with need, filled the room as she whispered, "I need you, Lionel."

I was pleasantly surprised by the intensity of our connection, the raw desire that had brought us together in this passionate moment. What made it even more special was that neither of us was inebriated; this was a moment of pure, unadulterated desire and affection.

Sensing her growing arousal, I gradually shifted my attention away from her nipple, letting my fingers explore more intimate territory. Sasha's voice grew louder as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her body reacted with both pleasure and a hint of discomfort as I entered her, eliciting a subtle wince.

But Sasha, ever the eager and adventurous lover, didn't hesitate. She moved her body in response to my touch, craving more of the intense pleasure we were sharing. I couldn't help but admire her enthusiasm, her desire for a deeper connection.

Wanting to share this moment fully, I moved my hand to cup her face, gently brushing her hair back. "Open your eyes," I whispered, locking my gaze with hers. Our eyes met, and in that intimate exchange, we knew that what we were experiencing was more than just physical gratification. This was a profound connection, a love that transcended mere desire.

As we continued to move together, our bodies in perfect harmony, I marveled at the depth of emotion that flowed between us. This was not just an act of physical pleasure; it was an expression of love and longing, a testament to the powerful connection that bound us together.

Author Note

See you next Sunday 😊❤️