Page 112 of Sugar Baby Mine

“You want my tongue inside this tight little pussy?” I murmur into the quivering crease of her thigh, smearing her juices over her skin with each press of my mouth.

She squirms, her teeth biting into her lip before letting go with a gasp, remembering she’s not supposed to do that, and makes a noise halfway between a moan and giggle. “Please, Ben.”

When she says my name, the fire in my blood burns hotter, brighter, faster. Her hips tilt away from my hot breath skating over her flesh.

I refuse to let her escape, my hand pressing her firmly into the mattress as I thrust my tongue inside her. Her taste overwhelms my senses, and she makes a mess of my mouth and beard as I stroke into her body.

Her thighs tense and tighten, over and over, on either side of my head as my hand slides to the curve of her waist. She’s soft there, pretty sun-kissed skin from laying out on our balcony indenting around my fingers as I move up to tap my tongue against her clit again.

“Do you want more?”

She nods, breath coming out in a pant.

Bringing my free hand down from her hip, I slide two fingers into her hot cunt. Her walls grip my fingers, pulling me further inside, and I close my lips around her clit. Her arousal floods past my fingers, pussy growing wetter to where I can’t help but groan.

Emmeline answers with a whimper, thighs squeezing as her pussy tightens around my pistoning fingers. I break the suction to lick at her clit, swirling, laving attention just enough to get her hips bucking before lowering to dip in alongside my fingers. Her breath turns to a wheeze as she trembles beneath my touch.

I look up at her bare torso, tongue working up to trace abstract shapes over the hood of her clit. There’s sweat beading in between her tits, glistening as the light in the room slowly evaporates into darkness. My cock begins to throb as I press a third finger inside her and hook all of them into the swell of her g-spot.

The whimper she lets loose lilts high at the end. Her back arcs beautifully, pushing the heave of her chest toward the ceiling. Her cresting pleasure is addicting, and I get swept up in it as I lick at her pussy and thrust my fingers deeper inside her.

I could get off just from all the pretty noises she both can and can’t choke down.

“Come for me,” I rasp. “Then I’ll fuck you, because this pussy is begging for my cock.” My tongue rolls over her clit relentlessly, encouraging the motion of her rocking hips with the cup of my palm under her ass. My fingers dig in, and I ache to see my fingerprints painted along her skin in the morning.

“Fuuuuuck,” Emmeline’s moan stretches out the syllables of the word until her head snaps back and her head thrashes side to side. Her fingers clench and tug at my hair, hips stuttering against the press of my mouth as her thighs tremble harder. “Ben—” she breathes, going quiet and rigid.

Her back arches up toward the setting sun like a flower reaching for light, and she blooms just for me.

I work her through the drop, the cresting high that has her legs jerking, clit spasming with the flood of relief as pleasure consumes her.

She is so fucking beautiful when she comes undone.

When she gulps a breath in, her thighs falling further to the side, I lick up the rush of her juices when I pull my fingers free, not wasting a drop. And it’s heaven buzzing on my tongue as I sit back when she nudges my shoulder with her toes.

I hover over her spread legs, not far from her pussy and I let my lips part, gaze rolling over her body in a slow sweep until I meet her stare. Then I let the saliva pooling on my tongue drip down onto her clit.

Her back bows upward off the bed again. She glances down, as if she’d like to see the pretty pink picture of her pussy as it pulses with my spit sliding over her clit to mix with the arousal drenching her folds.

“See what you do to me?” I ask, licking my lips and savoring the taste of her. I can never get enough. “Fucking mouthwatering little cunt.”

The way her mouth drops open, but no words follow her owlish blinking, is astounding.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” I sit up, shuffling forward to settle in place between her thighs, pulling her knees up on either side of my hips as I lean over her.

She cants her hips up, hands rising to pull my face down to her, fingers drifting over my lips and slick beard. “I’m glad that I can affect you like that, especially when it’s pretty obvious just how much you affect me.”

“Oh yeah? Just how obvious is it?”

My cock slides over her wet pussy with ease, coating me. Precum leaks from my tip to add to it all and her hips roll against me, head thrown back as she grasps at the sheets. I bump her swollen clit over and over, and a shudder echoes through her limbs.

“You could pour me into a glass at this point,” she chokes out, lifting her knees to squeeze around my hips, making my cock jump. Her hands press in against the muscles of my abdomen, and they contract in the wake of her touch before sliding further up my chest until she brushes my nipple, pinching lightly.

It sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine, curling in my balls as they tighten.

“Emmeline,” I chide but don’t stop her touch as she roams my body. “Are you ready?”

“I’m always ready for you,” she breathes like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “You could fuck me in my sleep and my pussy would milk your cock happily.”

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