Sugar Daddy

Chapter 10

Lionel's POV

I knew that to the outside world, it might seem like we were moving too quickly, but neither of us had ever felt such a profound connection before. There was just something about Sasha that pulled me in. Earlier, after returning from the hotel, I had made some exciting plans for us at the house.

"Babe, we're in for four weeks of amazing fun," I exclaimed, my happiness evident. Hearing her call me by my name felt incredibly sweet and sensual, something I couldn't get enough of. I had asked my maid to prepare three outfits and place them upstairs. I was planning a surprise for Sasha.

I was well aware that her previous relationship with Kimberly had just ended, and from what I'd heard, Sasha had been through some tough times.

"Steph, we're going out tonight, and your outfit is waiting in the bedroom," I informed her while she sat on the couch, looking at me with an intense desire in her eyes. She rose from the couch, sauntered over to me in the kitchen, and planted a passionate kiss on my lips, causing me to instinctively grab her ass.

"You'll have to wait for that, Sir," she teased, winking before heading upstairs. I couldn't help but chuckle at how easily she could have me wrapped around her finger. I also took a moment to contact the restaurant where we were planning to dine, ensuring that everything would be perfect.

I yearned for a night filled with conversation, laughter, and the hope that Sasha would become a permanent part of my life.

In the warm glow of the evening sun, Sasha adorned a striking burnt orange dress, its hue a perfect complement to her curvaceous silhouette. I, on the other hand, retreated to the second bedroom to dress in an outfit that mirrored the vibrancy of her attire. Donning an orange polo shirt paired with black denim pants and orange loafers, I meticulously applied a hint of Marc Jacobs cologne and adorned myself with a gold chain and a tasteful watch before descending the stairs.

My anticipation grew as I reclined on the couch, eagerly awaiting the sight of my exotic and alluring companion. Sasha, my thick and enticing queen, descended the staircase with an enchanting grace that left me breathless. My inner desires whispered sweet temptations as I moistened my lips with anticipation.

As she came closer, Sasha treated me to a sensual twirl, granting me a full view of her captivating presence. Her beauty was undeniable, and my attraction to her was undeniable. Unable to resist any longer, I rose from my seat, gently grasping her waist, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. The taste of strawberries lingered on her lips, a delightful consequence of our affectionate exchange.

Breaking away for a moment to catch our breath, Sasha pointed out the lipstick mark on my lips with a playful chuckle. "Now you have lipstick on your lips," she remarked. I responded with a sly wink, reassuring her, "That's okay; it's only a stamp that I am yours."

Our journey to the restaurant unfolded swiftly, and upon our arrival, Sasha noted the empty dining area with curiosity. "Why is no one in here?" she inquired, perplexed. With a gentle smile, I revealed, "I rented out the place for us."

A waiter graciously escorted us to a well-appointed table, setting the stage for an intimate evening. The clinking of glasses, the soft glow of candlelight, and the anticipation of what lay ahead added to the enchantment of the moment.

In an attempt to delve deeper into Sasha's world, I asked her to share a secret, something that had remained hidden from the world. Her confession was candid, revealing her aspirations of becoming a model, despite the challenges posed by societal standards of beauty.

In response, I showered her with genuine admiration, reassuring her that her beauty transcended any preconceived notions of perfection. Her radiant confidence in that moment only served to heighten her allure in my eyes.

Our conversation flowed effortlessly from there, covering topics ranging from our favorite foods and hometowns to the intricate dynamics of relationships. Sasha's views on love resonated with me profoundly, emphasizing the importance of honesty, communication, trust, and shared core values as the bedrock of a successful partnership.

We continued our culinary journey, savoring dishes that tantalized our taste buds, and shared our musical preferences and political stances. The evening was a harmonious blend of laughter, connection, and mutual understanding.

As dessert arrived, Sasha admitted her desire to have children while leaving the topic of marriage somewhat ambiguous. Her vision of the ideal vacation, centered on nature, resonated with my own, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of alignment between us.

With dessert concluded, we ventured back to the vehicle, our connection deepening with each passing moment. Sasha expressed her gratitude for the evening, to which I replied, "Your welcome, but the pleasure was all mine."

Upon arriving home, our silent journey continued, each of us lost in our thoughts and the promise of what the future might hold. In the quiet of the night, as we reached our destination, I decided to tread carefully, allowing our relationship to evolve naturally. I opted to sleep in a separate room, granting space and respect to the budding romance.

Walking upstairs, I knocked gently on Sasha's door to inform her of my decision. When she opened the door, the sight that met my eyes was nothing short of breathtaking. Her laced white lingerie adorned her like a goddess, her smooth chocolate skin tempting every primal desire within me. The unspoken connection between us pulsed in the air, and with a single, enticing gesture, Sasha went on the bed and opened her legs . This woman will be the death of me .

Author Note

Sorry for the late update.