Page 23 of Sugar Baby Mine

“You gonna come for me already, Emme?”

I nod, not trusting my voice not to crack. Because I’m right there, unbelievably. I don’t want to admit that he’s got me that far gone already, but each second draws me closer to a desperation that feels so paper thin. Like he could whisper the words and I’d come on command.

A whimper pulls from my throat as he slides his hands to my ass to grab a handful and rock me against him. I’m lost to the sensation, my mind quieting to this specific moment as pleasure builds in a whirlwind that has me swept up like a hurricane. My eyes close as Ben’s teeth nip and scrape over the skin on my neck, making my mouth drop open on a pant.

“You’re soaking the front of my pants. Are you thinking about my cock filling that little pussy?” He thrusts up, his cock bumping my clit just right that I nearly jolt out of his lap.

“Yes, yes, fuckingyes,I am.”

Gripping his shoulders, I grind down, swivel my hips, and roll my head side to side. It would be so easy to unzip his pants and just sit on his dick right now. But as much as I want that, the fact that we’re parked on a very public city street, despite the very illegal tint on his car windows, makes this not the best idea. But, like, it’s stillanidea. One I’ll think about later when I’m alone.

Ben slides a hand back over my hip until his fingers are skimming lower, curving over the crease of my thigh. Then his thumb glides up the side of my cunt until he reaches my clit. I might as well be in another plane of existence as his thumb slides over me in a gentle circle. My hips roll to a hard stop before rocking forward in a jerk.

“Fuck—Ben,” I moan, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as my spine bows backward and my eyes roll back.

He runs his fingers down to gather some of my arousal, and then his thumb circles my clit incessantly. His hand is still on my hip, grinding me down against him as I hang on by a thread.

“That’s it, be a good little girl and fucking come,” he purrs.

As if I was waiting for his permission, the thread snaps like his words were the sharp edge of a knife. My eyes close, and my hips do a slow roll. I suck in a breath and hold it as pleasure crests over me in a soothing wave, dragging me under again and again as he works me through it.

When I finally take a big gulp of air, my body relaxes and I go a little boneless in his lap. Ben leans back in the seat and takes hold of my throat in his hand, squeezing lightly. My pussy throbs traitorously as he pushes his wet thumb in between my lips and onto my tongue.

His eyes are shadowed in the dark of the car, but his gaze is still so intense it burns everywhere it touches. “Tell me how you taste, baby. Because when I finally get my mouth on you, I’m gonna feast on your pussy until your legs shake so hard, you won’t be walking anywhere until I fucking say so.”

Oh God. Yes. Please. A million times yes.

My fingers clench Ben’s shoulders, and I bear down against his cock as I roll my hips, cheeks hollowing around his thumb as I suck. I swipe my tongue over the pad of his thumb before he presses down on my tongue, making me hum.

He watches me, licking his own lip as his thumb drags down over mine, saliva stringing over my chin with his touch.

I lean in, breath blowing over his lips as my hands move from his shoulders. “Salty. Tangy. Just a little sweet. You’re going to lose your fucking mind.” I tug his hand off my hip and pull down my dress as my fingers fumble to find the door handle. “Have fun with my panties tonight,Daddy.”

I push the car door open and fling myself out the door. It’s no easy feat, considering my legs are shaking afterthat. I’m surprised Ben let me go, honestly. I know he could have stopped me at any point. He’s much larger than me; it would have been easy. But there isn’t a peep from him, except a breath of a chuckle as I slam the car door shut. I pull my dress down my hips before speed walking toward my apartment building.

I dig in my purse with one hand for my keys as I reach my door, huffing and puffing like Michael Myers is fucking chasing me.

I put the key in the lock and twist, looking up to watch as Ben taps the top of his car with a shake of his head before swinging down into the driver’s seat. I close the door behind me and take the stairs two at a time. I reach our apartment door on the second floor, switching to the other key on my keyring, and unlock the door. Just as I throw it open, my phone vibrates in my purse.

What are the chances Cora isn’t home? She was texting me all through dinner, but I’m not sure I can relive any part of that right now. I need a shower and…and some chocolate or something, I don’t know. My back hits the door when I close it as softly as I can, in case she’s listening out for it.

I pull my phone out from my purse, and a text from Ben lights up my screen.

| Didn’t know my good girl wanted to be bad. Be ready to take it like a bad girl then, Emmeline.

Oh fuck.

I must really be a glutton for punishment, because I leave him on read.

Chapter 7

My phone vibrates at midnight. Just once.

The screen lights up with the incoming text notification next to my pillow.

I lift my head, fingers curling around it and eyes squinting as I bring it up above my face to look at my phone. I flick through my lock screen to find a new message from Ben, and I’m suddenly very awake.

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