Page 4 of Sugar Baby Mine

“That’s all right—to be completely fair, I wasn’t here on time, either.” I shrug, a little bit of a coy smile pulling my mouth up. Drinking on a practically empty stomach is starting to hit fast.

“Oh yeah? Well, I don’t feel like a total dick making you wait a little then.”

He orders a dark beer, and we make small talk while my eyes are drawn to the way he licks his lips after taking a drink from his glass, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow.

I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the fact that I haven’t had sex in a few months, but I’m ready to go back to his place and get under him. Or on top of him. Whatever way he wants me.

Tilting my head to the side, I bite my bottom lip. “Are you as hungry as I am?” If I’m talking about more than food, who’s to say. “I haven’t eaten in a while.”

His eyebrows rise in surprise, and his eyes sweep down from my face to my heels in a fleeting pass before he blows out a breath of a chuckle. “Most girls don’t eat much when we go out. But yeah, let’s share some fries or something.”

I smile at him, biting back the fact that I don’t like to share food, and arch my back to lean in toward him as I place my hand on his thigh.

“Sounds great.”

Chapter 2

Two hours later, I’m being pressed into Sam’s mattress while he nips at my earlobe, hands roaming all over. I feel a pleasantly warm buzz simmering under my skin.

“You’re so hot.”

He sucks on the spot just below my ear, and I arch up in response, pushing my chest into his waiting palm.

Humming my appreciation, I let him palm my tits. His thumb grazes over my nipples through the fabric of my dress and bra, pebbling them into hard peaks between the jewelry caging them. Tilting my head to the side, my eyes close as he works down my throat, licking and sucking. Heat surges up my spine, hips bucking against his.

Hard and heavy at my hip, his cock seems a reasonable size from what I can feel. I bite my lip at the thought of him filling me up. He rocks against me, his thigh pressed between my legs. The pressure is enough to make my clit throb deliciously.

Sam sucks my nipple through my dress, his tongue making a wet spot on the material as he flicks it. Before I can begin to enjoy it, he’s working down the rest of my body and dragging my dress up toward my hips.

His dark eyes glance up at me and he smirks, his fingers passing gently over my thigh to the front of my panties. “You wet for me? Gonna eat your pussy like a starving man on a deserted island.”

My eyebrows furrow just a little, but I tilt my head back as my lips part, sucking in a breath as he pulls my underwear to the side and licks a bold line up the center of my pussy. He spreads me open with one hand, his other curling under my thigh to hold me up to his mouth.

He licks up the length of my seam before flicking around my clit incessantly, with no rhythm and varying pressure.

I reach down to his head, fingers passing through the short hairs of his buzz cut. I sigh; there’s nothing to grab onto and guide him how I’d like.

“A little harder…” I rock my hips up against his mouth.

He grunts, holding me down against the bed to prevent me from chasing his tongue.

A pathetic little whine makes it way past my lips, my chest stuttering out a breath as his tongue circles around my clit a little more firmly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant happily, my arm thrown over my eyes as I bite my lip.

Only a minute or so passes and he seems to lose the rhythm again, growing lazy in his strokes and he huffs against me through his nostrils.

Is hebored? Or just impatient?

I’m not even fucking close—my orgasm is a dull ache only beginning to form, partly due to his own inattentiveness and little warm up.

Honestly, as much as I hate to say it, it isn’t worth the trouble. Funny how the clitoris has eight thousand nerve endings and he can barely find a single one.

“Mmm, need you inside me.” I arch my back, tensing my thighsunder his hold. “Now,” I pant out for extra measure. Hopefully, I don’t sound like a dog in heat. Or maybe that’s sexy. I don’t even know what’s happening anymore. But maybe I should have been an actress in another life.

Sam pulls back from my pussy with an obnoxious, over the top, wet slurping sound, his lips letting go of my clit. He makes a show of wiping his chin before climbing back up my body. “When you beg so pretty like that, how can I resist?”

Isomehow resist the urge to roll my eyes, hiking the skirt of my dress past my hips, pushing him far enough away to pull it up over my head and fling it away. I unclip my bra and pull it off as he drags my underwear down, slingshotting them across the room with a smirk. They land on the already crooked lampshade of the floor lamp in the corner of his room.

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