Page 36 of Sugar Baby Mine

He moves his thumb to the side, holding me open as he glides my arousal and cum up and over my clit with his tongue, sucking with such delicious pressure that I feel myself slip right over the edge again.

My toes curl, knees squeezingtighttighttightaround him, and I try to be mindful of him, I really do. But my head falls back against the duvet, and I let out a huff of a breath as all the air leaves my lungs in a stuttered moan. I yank at his hair, pulling until a snort of a breath blows over the top of my mound as hecontinues to circle my clit with his tongue until I’m shaking and nearly sobbing.

“Stop,” I gasp out but don’t make any motion to push him away.

“Gimme another,” Ben hums against me and I want to cry, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes as my breath steadies only to falter again.

“I don’t think—”

“You can,” he growls then, teeth nipping the sensitive flesh around my clit, and my hips buck beneath the press of his hand, simultaneously away from and toward his mouth. “You can say red or you can be a good fucking girl for me and come again.”

Ben slides two fingers into me, hooking upwards and catching on the front wall of my pussy, and Iknowhe’s got me. I can. I will for him.

“Green,” I affirm. “I’m so fucking green. Oh my—fuck—”

My throat closes up, and I clench around his thick fingers, so much better than my own. I keen as he swirls his tongue around my clit, fingers pumping in and out of my cunt. If I breathe any harder, I might just float away.

“Sing for me, baby girl.”

With each stroke, he’s playing me like a harp, pulling on the strings of my pleasure with practiced precision, and I can’t help the cascade of moans that pour from my lips as he tips me over intoanotherorgasm. Like cool water pouring over my limbs and settling the flames to a simmer, I shudder through it as I cry Ben’s name into the air.

He fucks me through it with sharp pumps of his wrist until I’m melting into the bed and when I push him away this time with a harsh shove—he laughs.

Chapter 10

I lean up on my elbows as I come down, blinking away the haze from my vision as I watch him stand back up. I don’t miss the grimace on his face as he straightens out from kneeling for so long. But he recovers quickly, shoving his pants and boxers down his hips and kicking out of them along with his slippers.

He’s so fucking attractive it physically pains me.

My cunt clenches when he fists a hand around his cock, thick and hard and leaking precum at the tip.

When Ben speaks, it’s so low, grating on every raw and exposed nerve causing them to light up. “I want you to ride my cock so I can see your pretty little tits bounce.”

He leans over me to slap the side of my breast roughly, sending me arching upward.

“I’m not going to complain about that,” I say airily as I sit to pull my knees up to the side onto the bed. He swats at my hand when I reach for the clasp on my heels.

“Leave them on.” He gives me a stern look as he walks toward the head of the bed, settling onto it and reclining his back against the headboard. He pats his thigh.

My eyes drop to his lap, his cock standing proudly against hisbelly, and I shimmy forward to crawl up the bed and swing my leg over his, settling myself atop his thighs.

I place my hands on Ben’s shoulders, scooting forward until I’m settled fully in his lap. His cock presses between our bellies, and I watch his pupils dilate further, eyes growing so dark I can barely see the brown in them. My hips tip forward in a gentle roll as he places his hands on them, guiding my movements with a quiet groan.

“Condom?” he asks, his voice sliding down my spine in a way that makes my toes curl.

“No, I want you raw. Nothing between us.” I breathe through the tight corset of my ribs as pleasure swirls in my veins and I feel dizzy with it. “I want to feel every last inch of your cock as my pussy chokes you.”

“Dirty fucking girl.” Ben’s fingers grip at my hips, and he tugs me forward as he grinds up. The friction between us has us both drawing in a ragged breath. His hand leaves my hip to wrap around his cock, pumping up and down a few times.

Leaning in, I grip his face in my hand, tilting his head back. My tongue swishes the piece of gum from between my cheek and teeth, and I crack it between my molars.

“Open up,” I demand, hoping it sounds as sexy as I feel sitting astride his lap like this with my nails digging into his jaw.

He does, lips parting for me without any back and forth.

“What a good fucking boy,” I croon, a smirk stretching across my mouth at the way his eyes narrow on me. I dig my nails in harder before he can move and spit the gum from between my teeth into his mouth. I lean in to lick over his lips as he catches it with a growl. His cock pulses against my belly as I roll my hips before sitting back and running my knuckles across the scruff of his beard.

“I’d really like to sit on your face.” I toss out, focused on the way his jaw has fallen a little slack, tongue wetting his lips.Lifting back onto my knees, I place my hands on his shoulders for balance as he nudges the head of his cock against my entrance.

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