Sugar & Spice

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Chapter 23

With water sloshing around us, I grind on Ronan’s ever impressive length. To say it’s heavenly would be an understatement. Since I’ve been around this man, I’ve wanted nothing more than to have his manhood pulsing inside of me, sending waves of pleasure over my body. His nails drag down my back as he groans, his breathing labored, matching mine.

My head falls back in ecstasy while my body rises and falls over and over.

“Fuck, daddy.” I hiss and Ronan responds by pressing his forehead against my chest, sucking my nipple into his mouth. The sensation heightens the pleasure, sending electric shocks to my aching bud of nerves.

I never imagined I’d be in this place, fucking my sugar daddy in a hot tub while snow falls around us. I never thought a man of his age could make me feel this good. So good...

I feel an orgasm rising in me and before I can reach it, Ronan stops me, lifting me off of him. I’m slightly confused but when he turns me around and bends me over the edge of the hot tub, I realize what he’s doing.

“You are so fucking sexy, baby girl. Tell Daddy how you want it.”

I smile to myself, feeling the head of his member pressing at my entrance.

“I want it rough. So rough.”

I grip the edge and when he enters me, it’s like everything around me spins. I don’t get to process it because his fingers are pulling my hair and he’s ramming into me like an angry bull. Yelling out, it echoes in the room as my fingers dig into the wooden edge of the tub. I take each blow, listening to our body collide. Smack after smack of our skin as he thrusts into me fills my senses. I can honestly say that I’ve never felt this intense during sex. It’s like every cell on my body is alive. With every hard thrust, it’s like my everything around me lights up. This is the effect that this man has on me.

Ronan grips my shoulder and pulls me back to meet his thrusts, sending him deeper inside of me. It doesn’t take much longer for the build of the orgasm. I can barely hold myself up and when I’m finally pushed over the edge, I literally begin to become submerged in water. I feel Ronan stiffen behind me before pulling out. When I’m free of his marvelous ravishing, I relax in the water, catching my breath.

The room falls quiet and I close my eyes for a moment. Now, I don’t know if I doze off or not, but suddenly, I’m being pulled up and a towel is being wrapped around me.

“Come on, baby.” Ronan whispers to me.

When we get to the room, he dries me off and puts me to bed. That’s pretty much all I remember.

I wake the next morning and for a moment, I forget where I am. I roll onto my side and realize that the covers are heavier than mine. Soon it dawns on me that I’m not at home. I’m in this amazing cabin far away from home. Far away from work and far away from my problems with Blaire. The bed his warm and once my surrounding are clear, I cuddle up in the thick covers and allow myself to fall back to sleep a little while longer.

However, it doesn’t last long because not sooner after, Ronan comes into the room with breakfast.

“Wake up, sweetie. I have pancakes.”

Stretching and parting my eyes, I witness a beautiful stack of pancakes on a plate, perfectly drenched in syrup. My stomach immediately growls as I sit up.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to, baby. You deserve to be pampered every day that you’re here. I know I must’ve worn you out a bit last night so you need your energy.”

“Worn out is a bit of an understatement. I’m thoroughly fucked.” I lick my lips and he smiles with satisfaction.

“There’s more where that came from. What made you want to have sex last night?”

“Well, the moment seemed right. We’re in this amazing cabin in an amazing area. Everything just felt right and I wanted to.” I shrug and nods.

“I’m glad you feel right here. I know this all just seems temporary to you, Malina, but as long as you’re mine, you will be always thoroughly fucked and well-taken care up. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

While I eat my breakfast, Ronan sits with me, going through his phone, putting together some sort of agenda for us. He says that we can go skiing or shopping, but later this afternoon, he’s meeting with a few sugar daddy friends. Apparently, the other hard working sugar baby that supposedly I can relate to will also be in attendance so I’m looking forward to meeting someone in the same position I’m in. Maybe, we can be friends through all of this. Maybe that’s why he picked this place. He obviously knew his friends would be here. I guess it wasn’t as much as a spur of the moment thing like I thought. I don’t really care though. I’m here having a great time. Doesn’t matter if it was planned in advance or not. I’m not complaining.

Once I’m done with eating, I go shower and dress in one of the new outfits provided by Ronan’s handy dandy assistant. I chose a pair of thick leggings and a heavy long sweater with boots. As far as my hair, I leave it wavy like Ronan likes, putting a side part in it and pinning one side back.

By the time, I go to the living room, Ronan is ready to head out to have some fun.

Throughout the say, we shop and see a lot of sites. I skipped on the skiing, not really fond of the idea of falling on my ass multiple times. It leaves us a lot more time to do things like walk around and talk. We end up talking more than we ever had. I find out that Ronan used to be married and that they divorced after one year. He says she was a lovely person with a lot of issues that she needed to take care of. Supposedly, he checks in on her ever so often. He also tells me that once he got into a bad boating accident that required a hip surgery at 19 and another at 32.

In return, I tell him a little bit about my own background. I tell him about my parents and how they were okay people. I talk about my relatively normal childhood and that I won winter formal queen one time in high school. When he asked about the king, I told him about Mark Henderson and how he tried to shove his tongue down my throat backstage resulting in him getting kneed in the balls. Ronan thought that was particularly hilarious. I also told him about how my mama was horrible at relationships but great at turning them into life lessons. When he asked if I talk to her often, I become a little sad because the truth is, we don’t talk at all.

Thankfully, he doesn’t pressure me into talking about and decides to change the subject to something lighter.

By the time we are done site seeing, shopping, and just talking, it’s time for this afternoon meeting with his friends. I’m a little nervous about it and I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m going to have to engage in conversation with them since the other sugar baby will be there. Hopefully, she is nice because if she isn’t, this is going to be a long lunch.

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