Page 102 of Sugar Baby Mine

The way his breath hitches when I rock my hips against him, the raspy tone of his reply—it makes me feral for him.

“Then take them off of me.”

Ben doesn’t have to be told twice to do something, unlike myself.

He slides his hands straight into the waistband of my swim shorts, dragging them down my hips as far as he can with me sitting on him.

“Stand up for me.”

A whine of protest leaves my throat, and I’ve never felt more petulant than in this moment.

“Stand. Up,” Ben repeats, his lips and teeth nipping along my jaw. “I want these shorts all the way off so you can sit on my face.”

Heat blooms along my chilled skin, and I rise with his prompting to my feet on either side of him. He drags the shorts down my thighs, my own fingers fumbling with the fabric as I lift to step out of them. Then Ben’s nose is pressing into my mound, breathing tickling my hair and sensitive skin. I’m suddenly aware of the fact that we’re just on the beach.

“Out here?” I say, even as my hips rock toward his mouth as his tongue flicks out to lick up my slit.

“The neighbors are only here during the summer, it’s fine. Now get on my face.” His palm smacks my thigh as he lays back on the blanket. His gaze is still sharp under lowered lashes, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“But…the sand.” I protest, albeit weakly as I tie up the rest of my cover-up into a knot to sit above my hips and drop back to my knees to shuffle up his body carefully.

“I’ll be fine. A little sand never hurt anyone.”

“Lizards.”

“Lizards what?” He grabs onto my thighs, pulling on my legs until I have them spread wide on either side of his head, his breath blowing over my center as I lower over his mouth.

“They can die if they ingest too much sand.”

“Good thing I’m not a lizard,” he rumbles against my pussy as his hands hook under my thighs to bring me as close as possible as I rest my weight down.

“But you could still—” His tongue rolls over my clit, a hot swipe that has me moaning and raising a knuckle up to bite down on it and stifle his name on my tongue.

I forget what I was trying to say.

“Give it all to me, baby. Don’t silence those pretty sounds you make.”

My hand drops only to thread through Ben’s hair and pull tight. He answers the questing of my hips with delicious pressure as he sucks on my clit, his mouth hot and wet, and it adds to the way my pussy is growing slicker with every rock of my hips over his chin. The way his beard brushes my skin burns me up inside.

“Fuck,oh fuck—harder,” I pant out, arms and thighs already shaky as I roll my hips over and over onto the seat of his tongue. He amps up the pressure with a delight of a hum that rumbles through every point we’re connected.

Ben makes another sound of appreciation for my enthusiasm, his fingers digging in where his hands are curved over the top of my thighs. He lifts me up slightly to dip his tongue into my entrance, lapping my arousal like it’s the best dessert he’s ever had.

I love his love for eating pussy.

“Do you taste how much I fucking want you?” I breathe, tugging his hair to direct his tongue exactly where I want it. Hiseyes flicker, half-lidded, until he’s looking up at me with so much want and need that I feel it echo down my limbs.

“My pussy,” he murmurs with a reverence that makes me shudder. “Fuckingmine.”

And he laves my clit with attention, teeth, and tongue. The bite of pain makes me gasp as I fall forward, my hands spreading out in the sand beyond the edge of the blanket. It’s futile to grab at anything because it disappears between my fingers, but I can’t sit back up. Not when he’s licking and sucking my clit, causing shockwaves to roll down my spine like a hurricane.

“Ben,” I say again, my hips bearing down on his chin as his nose presses in along the flesh above my clit. I feel so close to orgasm so quickly, it’s insane.

“Ride my face, don’t hold back,” he says as he holds me up. I almost feel sorry for the way he pants for a breath. “Soak my fucking face with your cum.”

A moan falls from my lips unbidden as he yanks me back onto his mouth, working my clit over his tongue. I take over, grinding my pussy and rolling my hips over his face. My hands sift through the sand, only his arms hooked around my thighs that keep me steady at all.

“I’m so close.” The words are a rasp up my throat as he alternates the point and flat of his tongue over and around my clit until my pussy clenches tight over nothing. “Don’t fucking stop.”

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