Attn: So… it has taken me forever to write this it seems lol. It’s a little longer but I’m excited about this chapter so hopefully all of you enjoy!!!
Word Count: 4, 160
Pairing: Billionaire Sy x Petite OFC Sarah Kincaid
Summary: Sy meets Sarah’s mother.
Warnings: 18+, Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy dynamics, use of Daddy, oral (male and female receiving), p in v sex, squirting, belly bulge, hyerspermia, dirty talk, period blood, smidge of angst, some fluff in there too
Previous Part:
Part Five
The next few months pass in a blur of good times and great sex between Sy and Sarah. One night she’s laid back on the couch, Sy between her legs with his head resting on her stomach. She’s mindlessly running her fingers through his hair, but still he seems oddly tense. “What’s wrong Daddy?,” she asks worriedly. Sy’s blue eyes find her gaze. “It’s been three months Sugar. I— I really wanna keep seein’ you, but I know it’s ultimately your decision,” he says.
“I didn’t even realize it’d had been three months already,” she ponders. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Guess it’s true what they say, time flies when you’re having fun. I wanna keep seeing you too Sy,” she tells him while caressing his face. “Thank God,” he says releasing a breath. He scoots up further so he can crash his lips into hers. He kisses her breathless before taking her face in his hands. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? I don’t think I tell you enough,” he then says. “You tell me all the time,” Sarah replies, light blush painting her cheeks.
He kisses her once again before getting up and scooping her up into his arms. “Where are we going?,” she giggles. “Bed darlin’. I wanna hold you,” he tells her. When they get settled Sarah is tucked tight into Sy’s chest, fingers curled into his chest hair per usual. Sy cups her face to give her another tender kiss before pulling her impossibly closer. “Night baby girl,” he murmurs into her hair. “Night Sy,” she replies.
The next week is hectic for Sy, and he’s tense not being able to see Sarah as much as he’d like. Thursday evening they get to talk on the phone a bit. “Are you alright?,” she asks softly. “I’m just tired. I— I miss you,” he admits. “I could come see you at work tomorrow. Bring some lunch?,” she questions. “I’d like that. Would you stay with me this weekend? I wanna take you out to dinner. Somewhere nice,” he comments. “Of course,” she replies.
The next day Sy anxiously awaits Sarah’s arrival. It’s been too long (four and a half days) since he’s got to see her pretty face. When she arrives, food in hand, Sy’s on her before she realizes. “Oh,” she squeaks as he wraps her up in his arms and gives her a kiss. “Mmm,” he hums contentedly. “You did miss me,” she teases before discretely locking the door. She kisses him again, letting it linger. “You have no idea,” he says when she pulls away. “I think I might,” she says cheekily as she brushes against his erection.
She moves away from him, sitting the food on a table in his office. She’s got on a pretty little sundress that Sy wants to push up around her waist. “Sugar,” he says as he comes up behind her. His arms wrap around her middle before inching up to her breasts. He begins kneading at them before kissing her neck. “We… can’t have sex here Daddy. I’ll make a mess,” she tells him. “You gonna deny your daddy, darlin’?,” he asks before kissing her some more. “I didn’t say that,” she tells him before spinning around in his arms.
She kisses him hard before guiding him back to his seat. “Sugar what—,” he says as she pulls him down until he sits. When she kneels down between his legs, his eyes darken. “Fuck,” he gasps as she undoes his pants and pulls his cock out. She pumps him a few times, admiring how bead after bead of precum comes dribbling out before wrapping her lips around the head. She laps at his slit, humming at the taste of him.
She can’t take much of him, being that he’s so thick, but she starts bobbing her head up and down, letting drool run down his shaft so she can wrap both hands around it and stroke what she can’t take. Sy’s head is thrown back, him biting his lip so hard to keep from moaning. It feels so damn good his legs are shaking. When he looks down at Sarah he sees she’s pulled the top of her dress down to expose her breasts. She continues sucking him off and stroking him with one hand while the other wanders.
She lightly tweaks at her nipples before reaching under her dress. She dips her fingers into her pussy just to gather a bit of her slick, before rubbing at her clit. “Mmm,” she whines against him. “Fuck Sugar. You touching yourself?,” he asks, knowing the answer. He can hear how wet she is. “Mmhmm,” she whimpers. He cups her face and pulls her off of him for a kiss. “You needy for me darlin’?,” he questions. “Yes Daddy. I want your cum” she says, still stroking his cock. When she focuses on the head he shudders.
She can feel his cock tensing and quickly puts her mouth back on him. She jerks him off into her mouth, eagerly swallowing down every drop he has to give. His entire body tenses as he cums. He lets her suck at him until his cock becomes oversensitive, when he gently pulls her off. She pouts lightly. “I can’t take no more Sugar,” he pants before tucking himself back into his pants. “Your turn,” he then growls. He helps Sarah up off the floor before pushing her dress up and sitting her on his desk.
He lays her back before pushing her breasts together and lapping at them. “O—,” she begins before his hand covers her mouth. “Gotta keep quiet baby girl,” he tells her before making his way down her body. He groans when he sees how soaked the gusset of her panties are. “You got this wet from sucking me off darlin’? You’re so good for me,” he says before moving her panties to the side. He laps greedily at her cunt, wanting to taste her arousal.
He wants so badly to slip a finger in, but he knows penetration is a sure fire way to have her spraying him down. Later… he thinks. He slides up to her clit, so desperate for his attention. “You want Daddy to suck on this pretty little clit of yours Sugar? She’s so pretty and puffy for me,” he murmurs. “Yes,” she mumbles into his hand while nodding her head furiously. He’s barely even done anything and already Sarah has tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
“Poor needy little thing. Fingers just aren’t as good are they?,” he sighs before taking her clit into his mouth. Sarah shakes her head in response before crying out against Sy’s hand. “Little pussy tastes so fuckin’ good,” he says against her skin. He gently sucks at her clit while letting his tongue flit against it. It doesn’t take long for Sarah to go taut and cum. He keeps licking her clit before popping off and running his tongue up her pulsing slit, making her thighs shake. He kisses her clit lightly before fixing her underwear.
When he stands up, he removes his hand and presses his lips to hers. “Thanks for bringin’ me lunch Sugar,” he then smirks. “Thanks for feeding me,” she replies with a smirk of her own. “Gonna kill me woman,” he laughs before helping her up. “I got burgers,” she says, bringing them over to his desk. Just then the door handle rattles. “Mr. Syverson?,” his assistant, Melanie calls out. Sarah looks at Sy sheepishly. “Did you lock the door Sugar?,” Sy teases. “Maybe,” Sarah replies. Sy shakes his head and opens the door to grab the file he’d asked for.
After eating their lunch Sy brings Sarah into his lap and showers her with kisses, making her giggle. “I got something for you,” he tells her. “Really?,” she asks. He opens the top drawer to his desk, pulls out a key, and hands it to her. “What’s this to?,” she asks. “My house,” he replies simply. “You’re sure?,” Sarah asks. “Of course. I want you to be able to come and go as you please. Honestly I want you there waitin’ for me when I get home this evenin’,” he says. “Okay,” she says before getting quiet.
“What’s wrong?,” he questions. “Nothing. I just need to ask you something,” she tells him. “Ask darlin’. Anything you want, you know it’s yours,” he tells her. “My mom wants to meet you. She mentioned the three of us having breakfast Sunday morning at the Huddle House,” Sarah says nervously. “That’s all? What’s got you frettin’ Sugar?,” he asks. “I dunno. I just didn’t know if you’d want to,” Sarah shrugs. “I’d be glad to. I mean you met my parents. It’s only fair, and I’m not worried darlin’,” he tells her.
“She’s a little concerned about our age gap,” Sarah says as she worries her lip. Sy gently pulls her lip from her teeth with his thumb. “I’m ready to ease any worry she’s got. You wanna be with me dontcha darlin’?,” Sy asks. “Of course I do,” Sarah says softly. Sy kisses her tenderly. “Then we don’t got a thing to worry about, okay?,” he says. “Alright,” she replies before kissing him again.
After leaving Sarah decides to go on to Sy’s. Honestly she likes that he trust her so much and wants her around that badly. It oddly makes her feel good, like she’s important to him, which maybe she is. He’d assured her their friendship mattered, but still. The fact this was an arrangement always lingered at the fringes of her mind because she didn’t want to get too attached and make a fool of herself.
Right now she had one goal in mind. What they’d done in his office was amazing, but it was a far cry from what they both actually wanted. She went inside, promptly changed into the pink lace lingerie set he’d picked, then threw the matching robe on, just not to be completely bare when Greta showed up to make dinner. She lounged around relaxing, and when Greta came and went she shed her robe.
She had her head in the fridge, rummaging for a drink when Sy came up behind her. “All this for me,” he asks as he wraps his arm around her. “Of course, Daddy,” she says as she leans into him and takes a sip of her water. She places it back into the fridge and shuts it before grinding her ass into his hard cock. Sy lets out a growl before lifting her off her feet and maneuvering her so that she’s bent over the counter. He doesn’t waste time in pulling her tiny panties down and ridding himself of his clothes.
“Uhhh,” he groans as he slips into her. He stills trying to give her time to adjust, but is surprised where Sarah starts pushing back onto his cock. “Fuck me Daddy. I want it,” she whines. He starts thrusting into her and her body goes lax against the counter as she moans wantonly. “I want it too Sugar. Been thinkin’ about burying myself inside this sweet pussy all fuckin’ day,” he tells her. He unlatches her bra before pulling her back flush to his chest. He rubs her breasts, her stomach, her clit, anywhere he can be, he’s there.
Sarah’s a sobbing, mumbling mess as he fucks into her. She runs her hand down to her lower stomach and feels his cock moving beneath her skin. “You like feelin’ me all they way up there in your tummy darlin’?,” Sy asks before kissing her neck. Sarah nods feebly as her eyes roll back and her orgasms pulls her under. Sy quickly rubs her clit from left to right with his fingers to prolong her squirting. Just the knowledge that he makes her cum so hard, makes his cock throb.
When she’s finished he pulls out so he can carry her over to the dining table. He wants to see her face, see what he’s doing to her, and how his cock slips in and out of her. He eases back in, watching the way her little pussy sucks him in. “Y— you like watching Daddy?,” Sarah stammers. “Fuck yes. Pretty little pussy’s so greedy. Sucks me right in. You like this cock Sugar?,” he asks as he begins pounding into her. “I love your cock Daddy. Mmmm,” she whines as he fondles her breasts. “You take it so well baby girl, like you were made for it,” he tells her.
His words have her gripping down on him so tight, it’s making it hard for Sy to move. “Cum Sugar. Fuckin’ cum all over me,” he tells her, and she does. Her back arches, and her toes curl as she showers him with her nectar. She reaches down and plays with her clit while Sy continues gently pinching at her nipples. Her mouth is formed into that little pout Sy can’t get enough of as her hips rock against his thrusts.
“You make me feel so damn good darlin’. Gonna load you up. You ready?,” he asks as his cock begins to tense. “Please. I want it,” she whines. “It’s yours. It’s all yours,” he grunts as he starts to cum. Sy doesn’t know what it is, but there’s something about sex with Sarah that makes him cum so damn much, tonight even more so than usual. “Can’t stop fuckin’ cummin’,” he nearly whimpers. It’s sloshing up her pussy and down the seam of her ass. “Don’t stop. Give it all to me,” she says as she uses it as lubricant while rubbing her clit again.
“All yours darlin’. Only yours,” he pants as he continues to hammer into her. His cock catches just the right spot and has Sarah cumming again. “Fuuuuck,” she screams as she writhes. Her body turns to the side of its own volition and Sy pulls her closer and continues to fuck his cum into her. She’s trembling as his powerful strokes draw out the both of their pleasure. The feeling of his thick seed all over her makes her feel so hot, she wishes he’d never stop, but finally he’s spent.
Sarah looks up at him, seeing the thin sheen of sweat over his entire body as his chest heaves, and doesn’t know if she’s seen anything hotter in her life. Sy feels the same when he turns her to her back and spreads her legs. She’s painted up from front to back with him, and he can’t believe it’s making him hard again so fast. Sarah sits up and brings him down for a passionate kiss. “Please say you’ll take me again in the shower. Please,” she begs. “I’ll give you anything you want darlin’,” he says before carrying her away.
After dinner they have a peaceful night’s rest. Sy awakes before Sarah and immediately notices something’s off. He pulls back the cover, trying to figure out why he’s wet, when he realizes Sarah’s started her period. “Sugar,” he says as he gently wakes her. “Hmm?,” she hums sleepily. “Darlin’ you started your period,” he tells her. “What?,” she says as she quickly sits up. She looks at Sy’s boxers and the bedsheets and bursts into tears. “I’m sorry. I— it’s three days early,” she sobs.
“Hey,” he says as Sarah shakes her head. “I got you all gross and messed up the bed,” she wails, thoroughly embarrassed. “Sarah,” he says sternly. Her eyes snap up to meet his. “I am a grown man Sugar. I can handle a little blood. It’s alright. You’re alright darlin,” he tells her. Her chin wobbles as more tears fall, and he’s not sure if he’s ever seen anything he likes less. He scoots closer and takes her in his arms, cupping her face in one hand. “Please don’t cry baby girl. My heart can’t take it. I promise it’s alright. We can get a shower. I’ll wash the sheets then I’ll order whatever you want to eat. It’s fine,” he says soothingly.
Then they do just that. They get a nice hot shower as Sy holds her close, gently massaging her sore body, as she sniffles against his chest. “Are you okay Sugar,” he asks worriedly. “Yeah. Just mortified,” she says as she looks up at him. “Blood don’t bother me darlin’. I promise it don’t. If you felt better I’d prove it to you,” he tells her. She looks up at him surprisedly. “What?,” he chuckles. “Period sex?,” she questions. “I never have before honestly. Opportunity never presented itself, but I would with you,” he shrugs. “Well aren’t I special,” Sarah smiles softly. “You are,” he says before giving her a kiss.
When they finish their shower, Sy gives Sarah some privacy so she can take care of herself. Meanwhile he goes and finds her a comfy sweatsuit to wear. He takes it along with some comfortable underwear and socks and lays them on the bed for her. When she comes out he asks her what she’d like to eat. “Chocolate… and pizza. Maybe some Parmesan garlic knots too,” she tells him. “I gotcha Sugar,” he tells her.
Thirty minutes later they’re in the kitchen eating a Philly cheese steak pizza, Parmesan bread bites, and some cookie brownies. “Thank you Daddy,” she says before leaning over to give him a kiss. “Anything for my girl,” he says making her smile. “I was thinkin’ about taking some steaks out for supper. Maybe makin’ steak and shrimp, some veggie and chicken skewers, salad, and some kinda bread,” he then tells her. “I thought you wanted to go out?,” she asks. “Well now I wanna cook for you instead. Tell me honestly, do you feel like going out Sugar?,” he asks.
“Not really,” she says as she takes another bite. “Then it’s settled. You need to get some rest before we go to have breakfast with your mama in the mornin’ anyway,” he says before kissing her forehead. After lunch they settle in to watch some tv. Sy pulls Sarah to lay on top of him before covering the both of them and putting a hand under her hoodie. She melts into him, his warmth soothing her sore body.
The movie they’d been watching ended and Sy hadn’t realized Sarah was asleep. Pretty little lips parted slightly as she breathed. He looked at her fondly before leaning back to nap himself. A few hours later Sy was awoken to movement. “Where you goin’,” he mumbles as his arms tightened around her. “Bathroom,” she says before placing a small kiss to his lips. He reluctantly let her go, before stretching and getting up himself.
When she finished Sarah found Sy in the kitchen cutting up vegetables. “I can help,” she offers. “No darlin’ you just keep me company,” he tells her. “When’s the last time you’ve been to the zoo?,” Sarah asks randomly. “Shit Sugar I dunno. Maybe when I was a kid,” Sy tells her. “Yeah me too. I’ve been thinking about going. Is it weird to go as an adult?,” Sarah asks. “I don’t see why it would be. Next weekend when your period’s gone and you’re feelin’ better, we’ll go together if you want,” he tells her. “What about our date?,” she asks. “We can do both baby girl,” he says with a smile. “Okay,” she says happily.
After Sy’s done cooking they both eat way too much. “Oh my God,” Sarah groans as she rubs her stomach. “You okay?,” he asks. “I ate too much and a cramp just hit. Feels I’m being stabbed,” she winces. “I’ll get you some ibuprofen,” he says. After taking her pain relief, carries her up to his bed before stripping her down to her underwear and pulling her into him. “Mmm,” she sighs. “Yeah?,” Sy chuckles. “You’re so warm. Feels good,” she tells him. “Good,” he says before giving her a kiss.
The next morning Sarah is a bundle of nerves. She’s still not feeling her best but her she’d already told her mom they were coming. She huffs as she ties her hair back before Sy wraps his arms around her from behind. He kisses her cheek a few times and makes her smile. “You look cute,” he tells her. “It’s just a T-shirt and biker shorts,” she chuckles, having opted for the comfortable option today. “Doesn’t matter,” he says before cupping her jaw and turning her face to his for a proper kiss.
The finish getting ready and Sarah loads up a small purse with her period products before going to the garage. Sy lifts her up into his truck and kisses her again before getting in the driver seat. When they arrive her mom is already there waiting for them. Sy takes her by the hand before leading her to the door. He opens it for her, of course, ever the gentlemen.
“Hey baby,” Diane smiles before embracing Sarah. “Hey Momma,” she replies. “You alright? You don’t look well,” Diane then says. “Gee thanks,” Sarah teases. “You know what I mean,” Diane fusses. “I’m fine. Got my period yesterday. This is Sy,” Sarah then tells her. “Nice to meet you ma’am,” Sy says as he holds out his hand. They all sit, Sy holding Sarah close as they look over the menu. After they order Diane starts in.
“So tell me about yourself,” she tells Sy, so he does. He gives her all the necessary details. “I didn’t know you were a veteran,” she then says. “Yes ma’am. Went until I couldn’t,” he tells her. Finally the food is brought and they all take a reprieve from conversation as they eat. When they’re done Diane gets a glint in her eye that Sarah doesn’t care for. “Mom,” she warns. “I’ve gotta ask honey,” Diane starts. “Sarah told me you were concerned about our age difference,” he says.
“I am. My daughter is a young woman, and it’s not only that. You’re in a position of power, you know? You’re wealthy. I just don’t… want her being taken advantage of in that sense,” Diane admits. “Ma’am I’d never do anything like that to your daughter. She means too much to me. Honestly in this relationship… she’s in the driver’s seat. She don’t ask for nothin’, but if she wants it, it’s hers, and I mean that when it comes to material things or anything else. My time, my care. Anything she needs I’ll gladly give it to her, not expecting anything she’s not willing to give of her own free will in return” he replies.
“Do you love her?,” Diane then asks, stoping Sy dead. “Mom… come on. It’s only been three months. Don’t put him on the spot like that,” Sarah says. “Sorry,” Diane says. They part ways with hugs, and a mention of seeing each other again soon. What Sarah doesn’t know is that the entire time Sy’s heart is trying to leap out of his chest, all while he’s trying to keep cool. Diane’s question… it sent him into a spiral. It absolutely hit him like a ton of bricks.
He does love Sarah. He loves her so much it makes him ache. She’s all he’s ever wanted and so much more, but he can’t tell her that. He made it clear in their contract that they weren’t to fall in love, now here he is breaking his own damn rule. This information startles the shit out of him as much as it enthralls him but the worst part is, he has no idea what to do with it. On one hand it’s only fair for her to know, but on the other he’s terrified if he admits it to her, he’ll lose her.
It’s selfish of him, but for now he decides to keep it to himself. He can’t stand the thought of his… feelings he’s not even supposed to have causing him to lose the best thing in his life. When they get back Sarah plops down on the couch where Aika quickly joins her. “Aww. She’s finally warming up to me,” she tells Sy while rubbing her ears. The sight makes his heart squeeze in his chest. “I’m glad Sugar,” he replies as he stands there.
Sarah looks up, taking in his expression. “Hey, I’m really sorry about my mom. So inappropriate, but she doesn’t mean any harm. Are you… okay?,” she asks. “Yeah darlin’ I’m fine,” he lies as he sits beside her on the couch. He wraps an arm around her and feels her small frame melt into his touch. She looks up at him and smiles sweetly, making him smile as well. “Gimme kiss,” she then says, puckering up her lips. Obediently he leans down and places the tenderest of kisses to her lips. He can hear her exhale contentedly and he melts, deepening the kiss between the two of them until they’re both breathless.
Attn: Got this whipped up yesterday but didn’t get time to post. The smut got to smutting in this chapter but there are other elements so I hope y’all enjoy!
Word Count: 3,026
Pairing: Billionaire Sy x Petite OFC Sarah Kincaid
Summary: Sarah worries over going to the Rose Ball with Sy.
Warnings: 18+, Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy dynamics, use of Daddy, oral (female receiving), fingering, pussy job, p in v sex, squirting, dirty talk, smidge of spanking and manhandling, creampie
Previous Part:
Part Four
The weekend ends with Sarah having the knowledge the Rose Ball is the following weekend, and she’s nervous. Sy’s had a lot of work to do but Wednesday he convinced Sarah to come stay with him. They’ve eaten dinner and are currently cuddled up on his couch, Aika resting peacefully on her doggy bed across the room. She’d warmed up to Sarah in her time there, but she still wasn’t much of a cuddler.
“What the matter little darlin’?,” Sy asks. She looks up at him with a pout. He runs his thumb across her lower lip before leaning down to give her a kiss. “What is it,” he reiterates. “I— I don’t know about going to your mom’s ball Sy. She probably won’t like me being there,” Sarah says softly. “Why would you think that?,” he asks. “Because I’m— I’m nobody and you’re living in this big fancy world. I’m sure she wants you with some rich girl and—,” Sarah says before Sy cuts her off with another kiss.
“I don’t give a damn what she wants. If I did I’d already be married to one of those rich girls you mentioned Sugar. If she’s got too much to say about you, I’ll put her in her place. I’m a grown man. I don’t need my mama’s approval,” he tells her. “But—,” Sarah begins. “No buts. Now. I think you could use a distraction. I’ve been thinkin’ about getting my mouth back on that sweet little pussy of yours since the first time I tasted it. Lay back and take your shorts off,” he tells her. Sarah does as she’s told before spreading her legs, putting herself on display for Sy.
“I’ll ruin your couch Daddy,” she says as he turns to face her. “Good thing I could give a damn less about this couch,” he murmurs before burying his tongue in her cunt. “Oooh,” she gasps. He slowly draws it out before latching onto her clit. He nurses on it before slipping a finger into her. “Sy,” she moans as she tangles her fingers into his hair. “Yeah? That feel good baby girl?,” he asks before putting his mouth back on her. “Yessss,” she groans as she gushes around his finger. He slips his finger out and begins lapping up her juices, making her body shake.
“Daddy please. Please. Ahhh,” she cries out. “Tell me what you need,” he says before continuing eating her out. “Need you inside me,” she whines. He sits back and takes his clothes off before beckoning to her. “Come sit on my cock Sugar,” he instructs. Sarah shakily makes her way to him before squatting over his girth. She grabs him and lines him up, while bracing herself on his shoulder with the other, and eases down on Sy’s cock little by little.
When she finally hits bottom she’s shaking in his arms. “You alright darlin’?,” Sy asks. Sarah has her head resting against Sy’s shoulder as she clings to him. “Sarah,” he says, cupping her face in his hands. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thick you are,” she pants. “Fuck,” he breathes before kissing her fiercely. He caresses and paws at her body until he can feel the trembling stop. “Come on darlin’. Ride me,” he pleads.
She keeps her hands draped around his neck as she begins to bounce up and down. She can’t achieve the same pace Sy can but he doesn’t care. For the moment he just wants her to use him for her own pleasure. He wants all that worry she has to slowly slip away. “Mmm,” she pouts. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Take it how you want it,” he encourages. “You feel so good Daddy,” she whimpers. “Gonna cum for me?,” he says as he starts thumbing at her clit.
She nods while seeming to gasp for air. “Let go baby girl. Can feel you gripping me so tight. Doin’ so good. Gonna have to reward you for bein’ so good for me,” he tells her, sending her right past the edge. Her pussy gushes between them. Sending her juices up Sy’s stomach, down his pelvis, onto his thighs. It nearly drives him crazy. Her fingernails bite into the meat of his shoulders as she works herself through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She lays feebly against his chest once she’s finished, and Sy waits until she’s caught her breath before speaking. “What do you want now Sugar? Whatever you want, just ask,” he tells her. She raises her head and kisses him before looking into his eyes. “I want you on top of me, holding me close, fucking me so good I forget my own name until you cum inside of me,” she tells him. It makes Sy feral. Before Sarah can blink he’s flipped her beneath him.
His hips begin moving rapidly as he wraps his arms around Sarah. “Closer,” she says as she tries to pull him down. “Sugar I’m too heavy,” he says with a furrowed brow. “I don’t care,” she pouts. He lowers his body until it’s flush to hers and she lets out a contented sigh. The feeling of her small body beneath his is short circuiting Sy’s brain. He should be worried he’s making it hard for her to breathe but he can’t get past how much bigger he is than her.
It’s making his cock throb. “I’m gonna cum again Daddy,” she mewls into his ear. “I’m right there with you darlin’,” he strains. “You fuck me so good Sy,” she squeals right before cumming. Her body writhes in his arms just as his cock explodes. His hips speed up as he does his best to draw out his release. It feels so good he doesn’t want it to end but inevitably it does. When it does Sy leans down and gives Sarah a kiss. “All better now?,” he asks. “Mmhmm,” she says sleepily, making Sy chuckle. “Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed,” he says as he carries her off.
The week passes and Saturday Sarah is back at Sy’s. She’s standing there in her towel, looking down at the gorgeous regency era dress Sy’s picked for her. It’s blush pink of course with a pearl colored pair of gloves and shoes. “You gonna put it on for me?,” Sy asks as he wraps his arms around her from behind. “Yeah,” she says softly. “Do we need to go back to the shower?,” he asks, alluding to the mind blowing sex they’d just had in there. “No Daddy,” she giggles. “We’ll be late but we can,” he says mischievously.
She turns in his arms and gives him and gives lingering kiss. “As nice as that would be, I won’t be able to walk if you take me like that again,” she says sultrily. “Don’t threaten me with a good time Sugar. Would definitely be a better time than goin’ to this damn thing…,” he trails off. “If you don’t want to go we don’t have to Sy,” she tells him. “It’s expected of me little darlin’,” he shrugs before moving to get ready. Sarah does the same. Slipping on her clothes before going back to the bathroom to fix her hair.
When she comes out of the bathroom Sy takes in her stunning form. She’s so beautiful it nearly hurts him to look at her. “Are you— are you alright?,” she asks him. “Yeah Sugar. You just look… so amazin’. Come here,” he tells her. She makes her way to him and sees some jewelry cases sat out. “Oh Sy I can’t,” she says as he opens the rose gold set. “You can darlin’. Please just for tonight?,” he questions. “Alright,” she acquiesces.
Tonight they have a driver take them to The Monument. Sarah sits, wringing her fingers until Sy takes them in his. “I’m glad you’re comin’ with me Sugar. Thank you,” he tells her. “I’m sorry you have to go and don’t want to,” she says softly. “You bein’ with me’ll make it so much better,” he says. “You mean it?,” she asks. “Course I do,” he says before leaning over and giving her a kiss.
They arrive and like the first time Sy signs in, adding Sarah as his guest before heading into the ballroom. It’s extravagant to say the least. Flowers adorning every surface, people dancing and drinking, and the elite of the town filling the room. “Eric! Eric!,” a feminine voice rang out across the room. A tall, slim woman with dark curly hair makes her way across the room. “So glad you could make it dear,” she says as she hugs Sy. “Of course Mama. Wouldn’t miss it,” he tells her.
“And who is this lovely young lady?,” she asks, dark eyes roaming over Sarah. “This is my date, Sarah Kincaid,” he replies. “Lovely to meet you. I’m Suzanne. Kincaid… that sounds familiar. Are your family here tonight?,” she then asked. “Oh… no ma’am. My family isn’t… of the same social standing as you all,” Sarah says meekly. “Well, no matter. I’m just glad to see my Eric with someone. I’ve been trying to get him to date for the longest time, and you two do look nice together,” she says. “Thank you ma’am,” Sarah replies.
“Well help yourself to whatever you like. There’s plenty of food, drinks. Wait… how old are you?,” Suzanne asks, studying Sarah more closely. “Twenty three,” she replies nervously. “I thought you looked a bit young. Your motives are pure with my son, yes?,” she then asks. “Mama I perused her. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about,” Sy tells her. “Alright. Just looking out for my baby boy. You two have fun,” she says with a smile before walking away.
Sarah releases a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Well that went better than expected,” Sarah says. “She ain’t so bad. She is high society these days, don’t get me wrong, but honestly people gave her shit when she married my dad too. She was a waitress at his favorite spot. Knew he had to have her when he saw her so he went after her,” Sy tells her as they move towards the bar. “Sounds familiar,” Sarah smirks as Sy orders the two of them a drink. “Yeah well,” Sy smiles back.
Just then August approaches the bar with a large, curly headed man and another dark haired guy that looked to be around Sarah’s age. “Sy. Miss Kincaid. You both look just dashing tonight,” August says in a mock English accent. “That was terrible,” the curly man says in a true English accent. “Sugar you’ve met this oaf, but this is Detective Walter Marshall and his nephew Mike Danvers. This is my date, Sarah,” Sy says proudly.
“Nice to meet you,” Walter says as he shakes her hand. “You’re here with this old man?,” Mike teases before shaking her hand as well. “He’s not old where it counts,” she says with a wink before leaning back and giving Sy a kiss. “I’m going to go to the ladies room. I’ll be right back,” she says. He gives her another quick kiss before letting her go. “Man… where’d you meet her?,” Mike then asks. “The dentist. This fucker broke my tooth and now I can’t even be mad,” he chuckles while watching Sarah cross the room.
“You’re welcome,” August says before downing a shot. “She is a young one though, no? Can’t be older than Mike,” Walter comments. “She’s twenty three, but I mean… we’re happy. Ain’t that what matters?,” Sy asks. “I suppose so. I’m glad to see you’ve found someone. I know the dating pool in this circle leaves much to be desired… although I do think I’ll take that blonde over there into the bathroom in a bit. She keeps looking at me like she wants to eat me alive, and it’s been a while” Walter comments.
“Better get to her before I do. That ass is… well it doesn’t leave much to be desired,” August smirks. “You should just go for Amelia. She’s been wanting to fuck you for months now man. Won’t even give me a chance,” Mike quips. “Might be a good idea,” August shrugs. “You have good ideas?,” Sarah teases as she returns. “High five on that,” Mike says, holding his hand up. Sarah fives him and they all laugh. “You tell him darlin’,” Sy says as he wraps an arm around her from behind and pulls her to his chest.
He places a kiss to her cheek before handing her another drink. “I can’t have many of these. You’ll have to carry me out of here,” Sarah giggles. “I’d be glad to,” Sy smiles down at her. “I want to dance,” she then says. “Your wish is my command,” he says, pulling her out onto the dance floor. “He’s got it bad,” Mike says as they watch Sy and Sarah dance. “I thought you said it was an arranged thing August?,” Walter questions. “It was supposed to be, but I do believe little Mikey is right. Big man is totally taken with her, which there are worse things. She seems like a good person,” August comments.
After a night full of drinking, dancing, and eating to their heart’s content Sy and Sarah decide to call it a night. They make sure to tell his parents goodbye before getting in the car and going back to Sy’s. “When we get home I wanna fuck you. I want you so bad. Cock is so hard for you Sugar,” he rasps as he paws at her thighs. “I want you too,” she replies.
Luckily the drive isn’t too long to Sy’s. As soon as they’re in the driveway he scoops her up and carries her inside, directly to his bedroom. He tosses her on the bed before positioning her face down ass up. He rucks her dress up before sliding her tights down. She’s dripping with arousal for him, just as he is for her. He takes the sticky end of his cock and rubs it against her aching clit, making her cry out. “Stop teasing Daddy,” she whines. “I ain’t darlin’. Want you to cum like this. Wanna see your pretty pussy pulse for me,” he tells her.
He applies more pressure, making her gasp. “Just like that,” she keens. He rubs her until her pussy starts pulsing wildly for him. “That’s it,” he praises before leaning down to lap at her. “Ahhh. Fuck,” she screams as he reaches down and grabs at her nipples. He teases them while eating her out until she cums again. “Please Daddy. I need you,” she begs. He pulls her up to rid her of the rest of her clothes before laying her back on her stomach.
He gives her ass a light smack before pulling her hips up slightly and putting a pillow beneath her. “This alright?,” he asks. “Yes. Now please—,” she chokes out before he straddles her hips and eases into her. He leans over top of her, laces his fingers into hers, and begins to move. Within the first few moments Sarah is sobbing. “Feels so good Sy. Please don’t stop. I’m gonna—,” she babbles. “Darlin’ I wouldn’t dream of stoppin’. Let me fuckin’ have it,” he groans. Her body shakes and tries to curl into itself as she cums hard.
“Shit,” he says as he pulls out and turns her on her back. He pushes her thighs back and watches as he renters her. “God damn. You have no idea how good you look split open on my cock baby girl,” Sy tells her before fucking her harder. “Mmm. Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuck,” she screams as she cums again. Sy watches as she gushes everywhere, then notices the little frothy ring of cream on the root of his cock. It sends him into a frenzy. He scoops Sarah up, legs over his shoulders, gets up, and stands up with her. She holds on as he fucks her with abandon.
“You and this juicy little pussy of yours are drivin’ me crazy. I can’t get enough,” he pants. “Have… all you want Daddy,” she hiccups. He thrusts up while simultaneously slamming her down on his thick cock. “Fat cock’s… gonna make me cum again,” she huffs out right before blowing. He puts her back in the bed and fucks her in the spooning position. “You alright darlin’. I— I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ hard,” he pants. “I can take it Daddy,” she says as she reaches down to play with her clit. He watches, completely entranced with her.
“Gimme those tittes,” he grunts before fondling at them. Without warning she cums again, body jerking in his arms. He reaches down and moves her hand out of the way before taking his cock out and slapping her clit with it. “Ahhhhh,” she whines, as she keeps gushing. Before either she or Sy realize, he starts to cum all over her pussy. He hurriedly shoves himself back inside of her as he finishes unloading.
He knows Sarah is spent so he tenderly cleans her up before cleaning himself. He leaves her soaking in the tub while cleaning up the ruined sheets and the mess on the floor. “You ready baby girl?,” he asks when he returns to find a nearly sleeping Sarah. “Yes Daddy,” she says softly, letting him help her up. He helps her into a comfy sleep set before pulling her into the bed in his arms.
“I really am grateful you went with me tonight Sugar. That was my best Rose Ball yet,” he tells her before giving her a tender kiss. “Thanks for taking me, although I think coming back here was the best part of the night,” she said with a smile that Sy returns. “Oh really?,” he asks. “Mmhmm. Never been dicked down so good in my life,” she said, making him laugh uproariously. “Well anytime you need it, I’m your man,” he replies. “Yeah you are,” she says with big yawn. “Night darlin’,” he then says. “Night Sy,” she says, snuggling in closer.
Don't know how I missed reblogging this! As I say every time, and it never gets old, YOU ARE AMAZING! Please continue to write as you find the time because you simply are wonderful!
In the Grey starring Henry Cavill, Jake Gyllenhaal, and Eiza González is finally out in theaters 🔥 Sadly it's not playing in every country or city (yet) , so I still have to wait until I can see it. But still happy 'In the Grey' release Day 🌹
The garage was quiet, the only sounds coming from the low buzz of the overhead lights and the distant tick of a cooling engine. You stepped out of your car in a tiny sundress, the hem barely covering the curve of your ass. Clark was already waiting, wiping grease from his hands, his white tank top stretched tight across his broad chest.
“You know the deal,” he said, voice low but warm. “You let me have you, and your car’s always taken care of. No charge.”
It had been like this for months now. Every time something went wrong with your car, you came to Clark’s shop. And every time, he made sure something small stayed broken so you’d have a reason to come back.
He walked over and bent you over the hood of your car without another word, flipping your dress up over your hips. You weren’t wearing panties. You never did when you came to see him.
Clark groaned softly at the sight, running a big, greasy hand over your ass before spreading your legs wider. “Always so ready for me,” he murmured. He freed himself from his jeans and rubbed the thick mushroom head along your slick folds before pushing in slowly, stretching you open with a deep, steady thrust.
You moaned, gripping the edge of the hood as he filled you completely. Clark leaned over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other holding your hip as he started fucking you with long, powerful strokes.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed against your ear. “So tight and warm… been thinking about this pussy all week.”
He was deep and insistent, each thrust pressing you harder against the cool metal. His hand slid between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, firm circles.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, voice thick with need. “Let me take care of you. Just like we always do.” He said, kissing your temple.
You came first, clenching hard around him with a broken moan of his name. Clark followed right after, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you, groaning softly against your neck while his throbbing length pulsed with every thick spurt.
He stayed inside you, breathing heavily, then gently pulled out. He cleaned you up, his touch careful and tender as always. After he fixed your dress, he kissed your shoulder softly.
“Oil change is done,” he said with a small, knowing smile. “But I noticed your brake lights are acting up again. You should bring it back next week.”
You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “You really gonna keep breaking my car just to see me?”
Clark leaned in and kissed you slowly, his hand cupping your jaw.
“Every single time,” he whispered against your lips.
Life update because it’s been a good while. I’m still working at the restaurant as the hostess buuut today I have my first day of dental assistant training class. I’m super excited but a little nervous. Just trying to make a better life for me and my little girl post divorce, which is finally now thankfully.
I’ve been in therapy and doing pretty well overall mentally and physically as well. I hope you all are doing okay!
Life update because it’s been a good while. I’m still working at the restaurant as the hostess buuut today I have my first day of dental assistant training class. I’m super excited but a little nervous. Just trying to make a better life for me and my little girl post divorce, which is final now thankfully.
I’ve been in therapy and doing pretty well overall mentally and physically as well. I hope you all are doing okay!
Attn: Sooo here’s the Sy fic lol. Special shout out to my bestie @mrsevans90 for helping me with this one 🥰 I hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 1,453
Pairing: Bull Rider Sy x OFC Collins Cooke (CC)
Summary: Collins starts working as a bartender at a new bar, and gets warned about a particular bull rider.
Warnings: 18+, sexual tension, snark, name calling, male masturbation
Collins Cooke stood at five foot one inch, and that had always made people underestimate her. But, her entire life her parents had really reinforced the “tiny but mighty” mantra. They taught her to be strong, and tough, and not to take anyone’s shit, which was helpful in her line of work.
She had been a bartender most of her 20’s, and now at 26, she was moving to an all new workplace. The Lasso was owned by the same guy she’d been working for, but had suddenly become severely understaffed when August had to fire several of the people working there.
“This place?,” Collins asked incredulously. “I know, but it’s a fucking redneck’s paradise,” he answers. The last place she was working was called Seasons and waaay more upscale than this place. Hardwood floors along with exposed hardwood everywhere, simple tables, a fucking mechanical bull. Collins laughed to herself with a shake of her head.
“Well I guess most of us round here are a little redneck. That why you chose me boss man?,” she asks. “No. I chose you because you don’t take any shit. A lot of the girls here either couldn’t cope with the more rowdy crowd, or they let every dick that walks in here into their pants. Some of them were stealing and on drugs too and I know you don’t touch the stuff,” he tells her.
“Well I’ll do my best not to let you down,” she says firmly. “Good. You already know what you’re doing when it comes to bartending, but I’m going to let Rita take you under her wing. She’ll make sure you know what you need to know about the people who come in here. Come on,” he motions.
“This the new one?,” a woman of maybe forty with deep, auburn hair asks. “Rita this is Collins. She’s as good as they come and tough as nails,” August assures her. “Well we need a bit of that around here. Come on, honey. I’ll get you all set,” she says with a smile. Collins nods and gets behind the bar with her.
“So August has talked you up real good, and I’m inclined to believe him because he’s not a bullshitter in the least,” Rita tells her, making Collins laugh. “Well neither am I, just so you know. Anytime there’s an issue you just let me know,” Collins replies. “I think we’re gonna be just fine little miss. Now how much has he told you about this place?,” Rita asks.
Collins goes over what she’s been told while they set up the bar. “Sounds like you’ve heard a lot, but August forgot to tell you one very important detail,” she says. “What’s that?,” Collins asks. “Do. Not. By any means, let the bull riders sweet talk you. ESPECIALLY that Syverson,” she says with a huff. “Oh yeah?,” Collins questions.
“Yes little ma’am. They’re all alright looks wise, but he is one handsome son of a bitch and he knows it. The worst kind of silver tongued devil you can imagine. Runs through the women in here like a freight train,” she scoffs. “Hmm. Well I’ll definitely look out for that one then,” Collins assures her.
Collins works the bar with Rita for about a month and has really caught on. “Told you she’d do fine,” August tells Rita. “Yeah. She still hasn’t faced the bull riders yet, but I think she’ll be alright,” Rita replies. Within a few nights Rita and August are able to find out.
The saunter in, loud and boisterous as usual, which catches Collins’s attention. When she turns to look she gets an eye full. Thick is the first word that comes to mind. Thick beard, thick body. Bright blue eyes under his black Stetson, and a mischievous smile. “That’s him,” Rita says as Collins stares. “Of course it is,” Collins replies with an eye roll. Because who else would it be? He had heads turning from the moment he stepped into the room.
Sy scans the room before the petite bartender catches his eye. Sy has never been one to discriminate when it came to women. Short or tall, plus sized or thin, blondes, brunettes, or redheads. He didn’t care. He simply loved the female form. Everything about it. But every now and then a woman would bring out a certain craving for him, and this woman had brought out his impulse to manhandle.
He could do that with the most of them being he was strong as an ox, but something about this sweet little thing had his cock chubbing up as he approached the bar. Probably the visual of her up on his shoulders, his face buried in her pussy, but who could really say?
When he gets there he gives her his signature smile and is met with an unimpressed look. Her dirty blonde hair just reaches her delicate collar bones, half up it pulled up on top of her head, and her bright green eyes shine despite the dull lighting and her dead set mean mug. It makes him chuckle. “What can I getcha?,” she asks flatly. “Well—,” he begins before she stops him short. Collins watched his lip drag between his teeth and knew what was about to come out of his mouth.
“And before you try and get cute I ain’t on the menu,” she quips. “You sure? Because honestly you’re what I want,” he drawls. “We can’t always get what we want,” she says with a shrug. “I’ll take him if you don’t want him CC,” another bartender, Kaitlin jokes. “CC huh?,” he smirks. “Seriously… what do you want Sy? You’re holding me up,” she says. “You know who I am?,” he questions, amusement furthering. “Yeah she’s been warned, now order or get away from the bar Syverson,” Rita interjects.
“You ain’t no fun Rita. I’ll have a Michelob, CC,” Sy tells her. She nods before handing him a bottle and moving on. The entire night he sits in the corner, watching Collins. Women try to get his attention, hang off of him even, but he can’t be bothered. “What the hell is wrong with you?,” his cousin, and manager, Walter asks. “Huh?,” he says, finally snapping out of it. “You’ve been watching that mean little bartender all night,” Walter chuckles.
“I want her but… she don’t want me?,” Sy says with a tinge of confusion. “Imagine that,” Walter replies. “Don’t be a fuckin’ asshole. This ain’t normal,” Sy insists. “Rita said she’d been warned. Maybe she’s not impressed by the cocky persona… or all the fucking you do,” Walter shrugs. “Ain’t you supposed to be on my side here?,” Sy asks with an incredulous huff. “I am. Just being honest,” Walter replies, unbothered.
Sy contemplates that. His ways had never been a bother to anyone before, and even if a woman had been a bit apprehensive at the start, he’d usually won them over with very little effort. He wasn’t afraid of a challenge though, so he’d just have to try to crack through this frosty exterior this woman… CC, had.
“I’m about to go darlin’, get out of your pretty hair. You sure you ain’t interested?,” he asks. “I’m sure,” she replies with the same nonchalance she’d had the entire night. “Your loss,” he shrugs, earning a scoff. “I’m sure the whole eight seconds, because that’s all it takes to bull ride right, that you’re talking up here is such a loss. Eight seconds. I’m so sad,” she deadpans. “Damn you’re a mean one,” he laughs dryly. “Is it makin’ you hard?,” Collins replies, catching him off guard.
Sy seems to choke on air as this wicked woman stares him down. She licks her full lips, and her pert breasts heave with her breaths. “Seems like I’ve got the bull by the horns,” she smirks. Sy still can’t speak, never having been so dumbfounded in his life. The shocked look on his face makes Collins burst into laughter. “Get the fuck outta here Sy,” she manages between her gasps. “Little bitch,” he finally spits out before walking away. “Best bitch you’ll ever meet,” she calls after him.
That night Sy goes home alone and fucks his fist hard to the thought of slamming into a mean, smart little mouth attached to a particular bartender. When he cums it wracks through him so hard he falls to the floor of his shower with a spasm. “Fuck,” he huffs out as he catches his breath. He’s never been so conflicted in his life after masturbating. She’d pissed him off so bad at the bar, yet… It turn him on more than he’d ever remembered. What was this woman doing to him?
