Making My Sugar Daddy My Husband

My sugar daddy was obsessed with me from the start.

 

He just needed a little convincing when it came to long-term commitment. See, when he and I met we knew that it would likely be fleeting between the two of us. I needed my student loans paid off and he needed his lonely nights cured. We each had something to offer one another and our arrangement worked beautifully for a long while. But as time progressed, I began to realize that this wasn’t a situation I wanted for a short amount of time. I wanted to make a lifestyle out of our arrangement. He was giving me the world, providing me with security and satisfying my needs in the bedroom as well. We’d learned each other’s bodies so well, it was only a matter of time before I’d want to make my sugar daddy my husband.

Admittedly, he didn’t like the idea at first. He was far past the years of caring about titles or marriage. It just wasn’t on his mind. But I needed to secure my place in his life. His cock was satisfied every single night, I couldn’t see him wanting that to end. Of course, men have their needs and I thought maybe it was about him not wanting to be tied to one woman. But I knew I could make my sugar daddy fall in love with me. I knew if my words couldn’t convince him to put a ring on my finger, my pussy definitely could.

Making my sugar daddy fuck me senseless would be the first step.

 

He needed to be reminded of how good he had it with me, and how good it could potentially always be. I went to great lengths to remind him of this. All my best lingerie and freakiest moves in the bedroom were pulled. Any and every position he wanted was granted to him. I let him fuck my face until my makeup ran and there was drool all down my tits. I bounced on his cock until he came so many times he was begging for me to get off, and even then I kept going. He needed to see that no one could ever fuck him like I could. I was addicted to making my sugar daddy beg for me.

 

This method had him begging for me multiple times a day. He wanted sex so much that even I was having a hard time keeping up with his libido. I was expecting him to realize how amazing I was in the bedroom, but I never expected I’d be making my sugar daddy this horny for me. We were both on cloud nine when it came to our sexual encounters. Every orgasm was better than the last and it was exactly what I’d promised him from the start.

 

I was finally successful in making my sugar daddy propose.

 

It didn’t take much more convincing for him to finally pop the question. When you give a man the sexual experience of a lifetime, he’d be smart to know he could never let that go. No one would ever live up to me, and he wanted to keep what we had for the rest of his life. Of course, to my advantage, that I meant I’d get the luxurious lifestyle I’d always craved. Our sex life was just a huge bonus to all of that. He’d fallen head over heels for me, I felt like I had just won the lottery. I mean, hell, I may as well have.

Making my sugar daddy my husband was no easy feat. But in the end everything was worth it. No other man would ever give me the life I wanted the way he did. Now all we have left to do is plan our humongous wedding and skip off into the sunset together. My sugar daddy would soon be my husband and all my dreams were coming true. God, I couldn’t wait to fuck him for the rest of my life. He’d be getting great sex up until he hit the grave, that was for sure. So, just note, if you want your sugar daddy to go mad for you just fuck him the way no other woman ever could. I promise it works like a charm!

 

 

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