Page 37 of Sugar Baby Mine

“I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want,” he drawls, “but first I’d like to fill this pussy till it’s sloppy with my cum.”

My head tilts to the side, eyes fluttering as he rubs up against my clit and back down, gathering wetness along the length of his shaft.

“Right—we’ll revisit it. I want you inside me, too.” I’m thoroughly distracted by the gentle pressure on my clit, the slickness against me, and the heavy feeling that begins to wind in my core.

I’m not quite sure what we’re talking about anymore.

He takes mercy on me, and I have to applaud his self-control as he guides his cock into my pussy, slipping past my swollen folds.

It’s an easy slide home as I drop down into his lap, desperate to feel him inside of me.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, back arching and knees squeezing at his hips as I grind down until my clit is flush to his pelvis. It feels so good—so, so good that I might be drooling a little.

Ben seems to agree as his head props forward, hiding in my neck to quietly pant against the sensitive skin. His hands hold me steady at the hips, gripping so tightly he’s likely painting me in bruises.

“You feel so fucking good, Emmeline,” he groans into my skin, lips and tongue laving at my throat, and I nod lamely.

We stay like that for a moment more, adjusting to each other, before I roll my hips against him, relishing the shift inside of me. It’s both heaven and hell as the heat and pressure has a stream of moans flowing from my lips.

He rocks with me, lazily thrusting as I lift myself from his lap and do a majority of the work. My thighs start to burn all too soon, but it doesn’t stop me from descending into a hazy, lust-fueled fog that clouds my brighter senses.

My movements hurry under the guidance of his hands, slamming down onto his cock over and over as our hips meet in rough thrusts. The slickness of my arousal has our motions sloppy and noisy, the sounds only fueling the tightness in my core that’s steadily building back up.

Ben kisses down my neck to my chest, lips and tongue affixing to my breast.

I bite down on my lip, breathy moans escaping as my hips stutter against his and I chase my pleasure. My fingernails rake down his shoulders, leaving neat, red lines in their wake. He switches to my other breast, taking my nipple between his teeth to tug at it and flick the silver jewelry. The sensation is enough to make me a writhing mess in his lap.

Ben leans back, one arm curling around my waist, forcing me to bounce up and down on his cock harder, deeper as he twitches his hips upward on each downstroke of mine.

“Emmeline, I want to put my hand around your neck again.”

He sounds pained; I don’t know whether it’s from the exertion and overwhelming slow build of his release or something else.

“Yes, do it,” I choke out, eyes fluttering down to him as our lips briefly touch. It sends a shock down my spine, and I arch upwards right into his hand at my throat.

“If you need to—use your words. Remember your colors, I mean it. If you can’t, slap my leg.”

With a quick nod, I take a steadying breath before he wraps his hand tighter around my throat. His thumb presses in just under my ear and tilts my head back. For a moment, the pressure makes my breath quicken before I relax. I tense all over, pussy clamping down on Ben’s cock, causing his grip to falter for a moment.

“I’m good, green across the board,” I croak, hands slithering up to his hair and scraping against his scalp. I grip the thick locks,lifting myself up and then dropping back down in his lap as I fall back into the rhythm we set before.

His hand on my throat tightens the tiniest bit, just enough to feel pressure on the sides. My chest feels like it’s buzzing as I let out a broken hum of appreciation. My core clenches as my body begins to burn from need and want.

I’m sweating behind my knees as I lift myself up and down. The narrowed focus that his hand has granted has me acutely feeling every twitch and throb of his cock as he fills me with each thrust. In no time, tears are pricking the corners of my eyes as I climb to a high that I’ve never felt before.

The look in his eye makes my lips part with a gasp. Raw and unbridled lust simmering beneath the fire of his gaze he focuses on me. I realize his lips are moving—speaking.

“—taking my cock so well. It’s taking all that I have not to hold you down by your pretty throat and fuck you like you’re my little fuck toy. Fill this pussy, ass, and mouth with my cum till you’re so fucking full of me you’ll beg me to stop,” he groans, his cheeks and chest flushed with a heat that matches my own.

“Next time,” I offer in consolation, the suggestion not as unappealing to me as he probably thinks.

Ben tugs me forward, hand manipulating my head to bring me in for a kiss filled with more longing than any I’ve ever had before. Our lips move with a slowness that our hips begin to mirror. It’s more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced—the push of his chest against mine as our bodies press flush together, the beating of his heart echoing the same rushed cadence of my own, the sound of our skin sliding together both rough to my ear and so very appealing all at the same time.

He licks at the seam of my mouth, nibbling my swollen lower lip before tugging on it in earnest. His fingers flutter against my neck, squeezing as he curves the palm of his hand over the front of my throat in a cushion and pushing to bow my back into anarch.

It feels like I’m floating, rising above myself with each careful breath as his thumb presses in against the pulse in my neck. The effect is dizzying, the burn in my lungs only increasing the tightness in my groin. My hips jerk erratically, pressure coiling tightly as desire floods my veins like a gate flung wide open.

The arm he has curved around me helps me work up and down his cock, over and over, our hips slotting together as he hits the spot inside me that he grazed with his fingers earlier. I toss my head back, an unintelligible babble falling from my lips as I struggle for his name, or even my own.

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