Page 111 of Sugar Baby Mine

“Mmm.” I run my nose along her throat, lips finding the pulse low in her neck and it jumps delightfully. “You’re right. There is little else I love more in this world than watching you fall apart with pleasure.”

“So take me to bed. Have your way with me however you like.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I pull her off the counter, her thighs squeezing around my hips as I shuffle her higher up, my fingers slipping beneath the ridiculous hem of her shorts riding high on her ass. She makes a delighted little hum and hangs onto my shoulders as I walk us to the bedroom.

“Do you want to come on my tongue or fingers first?”

“Why not both?” she asks, tongue in cheek.

“Greedy girl,” I tsk, stepping into our bedroom and kicking the door shut. She drops her ankles from the tight hold on my waist, and I toss her onto the bed where she lands in the middle of the lilac duvet.

She spreads her legs, bringing her feet up to plant flat against the bed. Her fingers drift over the seam of her shorts, a lazy pass of her fingers as she rolls her hips. “So fucking greedy. Come get your present, it’s time to play.”

I lick my lips, her lowered gaze watching the movement. I strip off my t-shirt, kick off my jeans, and pull off my socks. Emmeline watches the entire time, her fingers petting over the denim of her shorts, the fabric turning dark with her arousal dripping from her pussy.

My cock throbs, bobbing in the air as I fist it, squeezing tight around the base. I could jack my shit on her fully-clothed just like this and be a very happy man.

“Take everything off except your panties.”

Her fingers pause, and she points her toes against the bed before dragging her legs together.

A shame.

But she flicks the button on her shorts, drops the zipper that’s one fucking inch, and drags the denim down her thighs. She sits up to pull her cropped tank and bra off before laying back, spreading her legs once more.

Her thighs are glistening, her light blue panties so wet they’re nearly see-through as she walks her fingers down her pelvis.

I groan as she runs her fingers up and down her pussy through the fabric, pressing in at her clit and dropping a little sigh from her parted lips.

My cock throbs and I squeeze tighter, lust flooding my veins and my skin flushing with heat. She is so fucking beautiful that it takes everything I have to stay where I am, to hold myself off from driving my cock into her tight little cunt and making myself right at home. She deserves more than that. I want to drag out every little moan, every sigh, every cry of her pleasure until she can’t take it anymore.

“Come here,” Emmeline calls, crooking her wet fingers at me.

“Scoot up to the pillows.”

She takes my direction well and I crawl into the space between her legs, chasing her until she settles.

I glance up at her from between her thighs, up the length of her neck where her head is tipped back. The red and oranges of the setting sun filter in through the dark curtains, painting her in a swirl of color. Every hitch of her breath is highlighted, every heave of her chest as she pants and tries to remember not to bite her lip. I want to hear every moan, every gasp, every tortured noise I can pull from her. The symphony of her pleasure is the greatest reward, and I love to win.

Leaning in, I press my mouth to her panties and lick through the soaked fabric. I can feel how much she wants me—like it’s engraved into the very marrow of her bones. My desire for her bleeds into something sweeter but far more dangerous.

But the aim is not to tease today, no matter how much I would love to watch her come apart with tears dripping down her cheeks.

I nuzzle into her mound, inhaling. Her scent is deep and rich—evolving toward intoxicating. My eyelids flutter.

“You smell so fucking good. I’m going to savor every last drop from your pussy.”

She still manages to roll her eyes. “Get on with it then.”

As snarky as her tone is, her thighs still press in against me—shy. But her modicum of modesty is half-hearted as she offers her chest out to my seeking fingers. I pinch her nipple between my fingers, plucking upward just as I press my mouth more insistently to the wet seam of her pussy through her panties.

I suck the taste of her from the fabric, licking from bottom to top, delighting in the tremble of her thighs on either side of my head. When I tug her panties to the side, the point of my tongue flicks against her clit, and her entire body jumps. She gives me a breathless laugh in between enjoyment and desire as she reaches down to tug sharply at my hair.

It burns so good, all over.

One taste of her is enough to make my mouth water, and I lean back in for more. She sucks in a breath beneath the weight of my palm as my fingers spread over her sternum. I lick at the folds of her pussy, not quite dipping inside.

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