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I groaned. “So, what do you suggest? Candlelight and truffles?” I smirked. “Then dick?”

“This place is intimidating.”

I laughed. “Is it hell. It’s just a fucking house, Rick, not a bastard castle.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he said. “She’s walking onto our turf. It’sintimidating.”

“And this is where welive.”

He sighed. “Let’s go away. Take her with us. Just for the weekend.”

“Out?”

“Brighton. Manchester. Anywhere.”

“And then what?” I watched the steam from the toaster. Rick and his soft fucking ideas.

“And then we drink, and relax, and have fun.” His eyes sparkled. “And then she takes two cocks.”

“She isn’t going to take two first go, Rick, even I know that.”

He shook his head. “She’ll take two, trust me. It’s all in the technique.”

“We’ll tear her apart.”

“Trust me.”

The toaster popped. “I’ll be happy to trust you,” I smirked. “Just as long as you can pissing well get her there.”

He smiled. “So, we’ll go? Brighton?”

“Wherever you want,” I said. “No expense spared…”

He punched the air.

“…on one condition.”

“What condition?”

I took a seat at the table. Focused on him deadpan.

“You’ve got to promise me we’ll both be buried to the balls in that tight little snatch before the night is out. Otherwise it’s no fucking deal.”

He held out a hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal, partner.”

“Katie!”

Urgh. His fucking voice. Such a snobby, self-righteous fucking prick.

“You called?”

He sighed, made a right fucking mountain out of it. “You could have returned my calls sooner. It’s unfortunate I had to call your mother.”

“She said.”

“Did she explain? It’s a great opportunity, Katie, I’m very serious.”

I didn’t have time for this crap. “What do I need to do to meet Harrison Gables? My kidneys aren’t for sale, and neither’s my pissing soul.”Just my pussy. Ouch.

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