Page 22 of Sugar Daddies


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“Don’t start.” He stopped stroking himself and shot me a look.

“I’m being serious, Rick.”

“So am I. Don’t fucking start,” he said. He pushed me from the toilet bowl once I’d finished my piss and sat himself down. I finished brushing my teeth, smiling at the hisses and splutters his ass was making.

“Nice.”

“You tore me a fucking new one last night.”

“And it worked. Little Miss Horsey came running, did she not?”

“Yeah, it worked.”

I ruffled his hair. “You fucking loved it.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t.” He smiled at me, and there were those fucking puppy dog eyes again. “I really like her.”

“Here we go…”

“I do.”

I rinsed my mouth. “You always really like them.”

“Not like this. She’s funny, and she’s nice. She’s really kind, you can tell, she’s got a nice energy. She feels…”

“Tight?” I smirked. “Nice tight snatch, has she?”

“That isn’t what this is about.”

“But she has?”

He grinned. “Yeah, she has.”

“I should hope so. We’re paying her enough.”

I leaned against the sink as he wiped his sorry ass. “You don’t even mean it. You just say it for something to moan about.”

He had me there. “Let’s just see if sheturns up again before you go professing your undying devotion, shall we?”

I walked away to dress, pulling on a t-shirt while he watched.

“Youhave my undying devotion, Carl.”

“I should hope so.” I grabbed some jeans from my wardrobe.

“You know you do,” he said. “I love you.”

Fucking Rick and his blurts of affection. “Thanks.”

He flushed the toilet. “And that’s it, is it?” He washed his hands. “Thanks?”

“Thanks. Very much?” I buttoned up my jeans.

He propped himself in the doorway, and his body was incredible in the morning light. His cock was thick and perfectly proportioned, the glint of silver in the end demanding my eye. “And…?”

“And what?”

“Are you going to say it?”

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