Page 113 of Sugar Baby Mine

My eyes clench shut, a groan under my breath as I grip her legs harder. “Stop giving me ideas.”

“Sorry.”

She’s not.

“Don’t be,” I say anyway, looking down at her. She smiles so beautifully when I reach out to tilt her chin up. I lean down until our lips connect in a slow, unhurried kiss, biting me when I edge my cock into her slick pussy.

“Please,” Emmeline whispers against my lips. “I need you so much.” Her fingers dance up my neck before gripping hard for purchase.

I tug her lip, pulling it between my teeth to draw back so that she has to raise up and follow, clinging to my shoulders. I slide deeper inside her as we come closer together until she can rub her needy little clit on my pubic bone. Her cunt twitches and flexes around my cock, her pelvic floor adjusting to the size of me.

She gasps into my mouth and I swallow it down, chasing her tongue with my own as I pull her closer and lay her flat against the bed until there isn’t any space left between us.

Heat sears along my skin, taking in the shape of her beneath me. Desire boils in my blood, crackles in my soul—leaps up into my throat as I rasp out, “Emmeline.”

She throws her head back against the bed as her hands fly up to tug at my scalp.

“So fucking good, baby,” I croon, my hips snapping back before pushing forward again. She’s already fluttering around me. “I love the way your tight little pussy stretches for my cock.”

Emmeline takes a shuddering breath and I lean up onto my elbows to take in the flush of her body, all the way down to her rosy nipples. I circle one with my tongue, flicking against the captive bead through the flesh and tugging on it with my teeth. Her chest pushes higher, seeking my mouth and I give it to her, sucking and licking while she tugs sharply on my hair every time my teeth graze too hard.

Her hands fist in my hair, pulling me off her tits before her fingers slide down my neck, gliding over damp skin. The rounded edges of her nails dig into my shoulders before pushing at me, and I lift to my palms above her.

“Don’t hold back,” she breathes, “Fuck me the way you like.” Her pupils are blown wide, irises dark and stormy. Her gazeexplores me like a wave would a sea shore: distant one moment and washing right over me the next.

My fingers trail down her jaw and neck, skin prickling up under my touch as I slowly pump my hips. “And what’s the way Ilike?”

“Hard. Deep. Consuming. On the line between pleasure and pain.”

I circle a hand around the front of her throat and press her down into the mattress. Her eyes widen before she relaxes, pulling in a measured breath between her teeth. Her pussy clamps around my dick, pleasure slicing through my middle as sweat beads along my forehead.

The amount of control and effort I’ve had to exude since meeting Emmeline is immense, perhaps my greatest achievement beyond the art modern high-rise I designed for Hero Terranova with black and white stripes and undulating balconies.

“And what’s the magic word?” I ask, tone dropping low and slow.

She melts into the bed beneath my weight, her lips curving into a smirk. “Abracadabra?”

I huff out a laugh. I shouldn’t have expected anything less because even when she’s obedient, the brat in her is never far from the surface. I enjoy her submission as much as her resistance, but the back and forth with sass at the forefront is where she truly shines. And I so love flustering her.

Pulling out of her pussy is the worst kind of torture, every part of her clings to my cock like a vice grip. I shift until only the head of my cock is nudging her puffy cunt.

“No, no, no, no—empty, fill me back up.” Her scrabbling hands roam and scratch my shoulders and chest, fire lighting up her gaze that threatens to incinerate me. “Please, I’m sorry,please—need you inside—”

Her panicked babbling cuts off as a desperate, keening sound that stutters up her throat and spills over her lips as I fuck her full, sinking my cock into her with an obscenely lewd sound from the way her cunt sucks me in.

I follow the pull of her hands, lips finding her jaw and space below her ear as my breath spreads over her skin. “You were fucking made for me. This perfect cunt gripping my cock, begging for my cum,” I murmur into the curve of her neck, raking my teeth over the pounding flutter of her pulse. The snap of my hips against hers is brutal, but it’s just what she’d asked for.

And I may be pushing it, using the wordperfectafter only one instance where it didn’t affect her. But if the way her pussy flutters around my cock is any indication, then maybe it wasn’t a poor choice.

Emmeline tips her head back on a moan—helpless, boneless, listless, in my arms. One hand moves to circle my wrist at her throat and the other twists in the sheets.

“Color?” I breathe over her neck, drifting down to her collarbone, delighting when she shudders.

“So fucking green,” she affirms.

“Good. Now say it—you’remine.” Possessiveness bellies my voice, my fingers flexing over her throat. Her entire body spasms beneath mine, her feverish cunt already clamping down on me in impending ascension when I grind my hips into her pelvis to put pressure on her clit.

“Yours, yours, yours—” she babbles, her words nearly a slur as her back arches. And she rocks her hips, grinding and matching my pace with soul-snatching intensity. “Fuck—I’m yours. Only yours, forever.”

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