𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊

𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛

♡
2006.
California
Word Count:3.6k

You lay in bed, the gentle warmth of the sun seeping through the thin crack of the curtains, casting a sliver of light across your face. With a groggy groan, you rolled over and squinted at the clock on your bedside table. It read twelve in the afternoon.

"Shit!" you exclaimed, jolting upright. You threw the covers off and scrambled out of bed, racing to the bathroom. As you hastily brushed your teeth and freshened up, your mind raced. Michael would be here any minute.

You had met Michael through an online chat room. At first, you were skeptical, worried he might be a fake. But those fears melted away when you met him in person. Michael was very real, and his presence captivated you immediately. The way he carried himself, his effortless charm—it all had a grip on you. While you initially sought a sugar daddy to help pay off your mounting bills, you didn't expect to give him any 'sugar.' Yet, as time passed, Michael never pressured you. One thing led to another, and now both of you found yourselves needy for each other almost every week.

Once you finished in the bathroom, you rummaged through your closet, finally settling on something nice. You spritzed on the perfume he adored, the one he always bought for you. Just as you were putting on the final touches, you heard a knock at the door—a knock you recognized all too well.

Heart pounding, you darted out of your room and down the hall. Peeking through the peephole, you saw Michael standing there, looking effortlessly sexy in a black button-up shirt, black slacks, and his signature sunglasses.

You swung the door open and practically threw yourself at him. "Hey, babygirl," he greeted, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Hi, Michael," you murmured, your voice muffled against his chest. He squeezed your hips gently, coaxing you to look up at him.

You grabbed his large hand and pulled him into the house. Michael kicked the door closed behind him, not wasting a moment as he drew you close, his lips trailing down your neck.

"Michael, wait—baby, wait. Not here," you gasped, trying to catch your breath as his kisses left a trail of fire on your skin.

"You smell so good, girl," he murmured against your neck, his breath hot and tantalizing.

With a mix of reluctance and anticipation, you pulled away slightly and took his hand, leading him towards your room. As you walked ahead, you could feel his eyes on you, devouring the sight of your backside. Michael licked his lips, a predatory gleam in his eye. He was, after all, a man who knew what he wanted.

You made it to your room, and Michael closed the door behind him with a soft click. He immediately started unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his chest. "I missed you," he said, his voice a low, velvety murmur. He pulled you close, his large hands gripping your behind tightly, making you gasp.