Sugar baby by Mariam León (feel good fiction books .TXT) 📕

Chapter 29

"sweetie

Samuel's voice is flat along with his expression, I have no idea if he's angry or not

For God's sake he's angry! or not...

What stupid things I do!

come here Vanessa

VANESA! THAT'S A LOT OF PROBLEMS!

my stupid body doesn't seem to notice because my thong starts to get wet when I stand up.

My heels click in the now empty mini theater. An immense light illuminates the stage where he stands in his sexy suit with his arms crossed, his fingers drumming on his arm while his face remains expressionless.

OK dark lord it's time for you to take me with you! Earth swallow me!

He got to where he is in the center of the stage and my nipples get hard under the fabric of the dress, he notices it and looks at them...

He looks at them, he looks at them, and he turns around and waits... What?

"Samuel, I just...

He raises a hand without turning around and I watch him go behind the curtains.

I am stupid!

And my body seems to like that because the moisture is staining my thighs.

He was supposed to go crazy, ask me to come home and make love to me against the door, not go god knows where.

Suddenly I hear the door of the theater close beyond the eight rows of empty seats and my throat begins to dry.

There is a rumble and the lights go out for a moment. They turn on a second later but they are no longer white, they are neon red, I lick my lips as my heart begins to pump blood with force.

I'm scared, I'm excited and a little confused. I hear the curtains move at the end of the stage and I turn around to find myself facing Front with my face my face flushed and huge

"Sa...Samuel

I say nervous as I try not to think about that horror movie where the girl in the theater is brutally murdered. I close my eyes as fear is my biggest feeling right now.

I hear a noise to my right but I am not able to open my eyes because of the panic, a hand grabs my waist. I close my eyes tighter, something metal is dragged across the wooden floor assuring me that this is definitely the end of me.

“Vannesa” Samuel's voice makes my heart stop beating scared “Open your eyes now.

The hand on my waist is accompanied by the other a moment before a forehead rests on my stomach.

My fear goes to shit when the hands slide slowly up my buttocks.

“Vanny, this dress looks so damn perfect on you” her words are muffled by the fabric of my dress “I've wanted to fuck you ever since we left home and now...

Haaaaaa I'm on fire! In fucking flames!

"You had me hard since we left home but those shoes are... Shit

The hands on my butt squeeze me as I feel his breath through the dress on my lower belly, the hands slide down my legs until they touch my ankles and I feel. All the fabric is dragged up my legs, the edge of the kiss hits my ankles and I know he's looking at my shoes.

look at me baby

He whispers and my eyes open automatically, I don't need to look at him, I can't either. My eyes are fixed on the huge image projected on the curtains. Red is the only thing that lights up the place apart from the screen.

He's sitting in front of me, his massive shoulders stretching out the suit so his hands can catch the bottom of my dress. His head is resting against my belly and I'm...

God I'm fucking blushing!

“don't take your eyes off the screen Vannesa” he says firmly “I want you to see what I see every time I fuck you” slide the dress a little higher “I want you to see me fuck you with those damn shoes you bought for me.

My legs tremble at those words while my eyes remain fixed on the image projected in real time on the curtains.

He slides a hand up my right leg and I can't hold back a gasp. I see the movement of his muscles under his clothes as his hand slowly moves up my leg. He places a kiss on my now exposed hip since the dress is held by his hand and my heart stops.

“You smell like cinnamon” he whispered sliding his other hand up my other leg “mixed with vanilla and I'm practically drooling from burying my face between your legs

Haaaaaa this man can't be less intense!

I am not able to speak, I have nothing to say and the truth is that I cannot think either.

I want those shoes here

I look down to find him sitting leaning over the chair with his legs apart while his hand caressed the Lump under the fabric of his pants.

“ho

I say not knowing exactly what else to say and he gives my calf a little pinch.

"Don't make me repeat it Vannesa

He growls and well... I obey, he places the toe of my shoe on his crotch as the stiletto heel hits the chair, he licks his lips, releases his hand on my waist and the fabric of the dress once again falls down my leg that I still have on the floor, he slides that hand from the instep of my leg to my calf, without hesitation he puts his finger under the elastic of my thong and the pad of his pink fingers my button making me jump

“damn wet” stick two fingers in me “damn tight and ready for my cock

I bite my lip and put a little pressure on the shoe on his bulge.

“That's it babe” kiss the right side of my knee “feel me put those damn shoes on when you wear them.

He pulls his fingers away from me when I'm so wet my fluids drip down my thighs as I continue to slowly squeeze his cock with the sole of my shoe.

“Sit down Vanny, come here.

He places my leg once more on the ground and then stands up, he's damn tall. Even in these shoes I'm about two inches shorter, she holds me close to her body with one hand you show her breath hit my lips