Page 54 of Sugar Baby Mine

“Yes, sir,” I say without a stitch of hesitation.

His hands slide underneath my skirt to grab at my hips andass, yanking me into the harsh thrust of his hips. I writhe in his hold, my knees kicking up to squeeze him tight so his cock stays pressed up against the wet gusset of my panties. I regret wearing underwear at all right now.

“Mmm.” His chest rumbles against mine with the sound, lips feathering over my jaw. He nips at the lobe of my ear, and I can’t help the moan that follows. “I have a lot of ideas for tonight. Have you ever taken a cock in this tight little ass? A toy? Fingers?”

He squeezes my ass beneath the spread of his hands.

I shake my head, tilting to the side as his teeth and tongue trace the column of my throat. “Only ever my fingers. By myself.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I think so. But it’d be better with a partner. I’ve just never wanted that with anyone I’ve been with before.”

Ben makes another humming sound, pulling back to look down at me. One of his hands trails up my side over the curve of my shoulder, tipping my chin up as he stands tall above me. I feel so small as he looks down at me, but as his thumb drags over my bottom lip, I feelseen. His quiet assessment as he watches the way my breath heaves my chest, the flutter of my eyelashes, the twitch of my lips because I want him to put his thumb in my mouth so I can suck.

“And what about now?” he asks, the pad of his thumb sweeping over my lip so softly. I hear the real question beneath his touch:What about me?

“I want you to give me what I need. I want you to give me everything.”

His lips tip up into a smile that makes my heart skip. “That’s my girl, so good for me.”

The brat in me bristles despite the flush that warms my cheeks as I soak up his praise like a dehydrated cactus in the desert.

“First, I want you to take your shirt and bra off. Let me seethose perky little tits.”

I grab the hem of my shirt without any sort of protest as he takes a half step back. I lift it and toss it on the floor along with my bralette. Ben’s gaze doesn’t waver from my face, but he brings a hand up the curve of my hip, fingers grazing up my stomach until he reaches just beneath my breast. His thumb sweeps over the slightly indented skin where the lace was cutting in, and he soothes it as his eyes drop down my body in a slow glide.

“This for me?” he asks, his fingers brushing my hardening nipples, tugging on the end of the heart jewelry I swapped for this morning.

“Yes,” I nearly stutter as heat fans the flames in my blood and I lean into his touch. “You seemed to really like my piercings, and these are cute.”

“Very cute. I find I like it very much when you dress up for me.”

He pinches my nipple, pulling on the jewelry again. I can’t help it when I arch up and reach out to grab at him with a groan spilling out my throat. Over and over, he pinches and releases, swiping his thumb over my nipple to soothe and then moving to the other side to do the same.

I feel like melting into the floor.

“Too much,” I groan. My arms and legs begin to tremble with the effort to hold myself still, to stay upright in his hold. His touch gentles and holds the weight of my breast in his palm.

“I’ll decide when it’s too much tonight. I’m in charge of your pleasure, Emmeline. Every gasp, every moan, every clench of your pussy. Every orgasm is mine. But you will always have your safe word, use it when you need to.”

If, notwhen. My brain automatically registers that as a challenge.

I twist the fabric of his sweater in my fists, yanking him into me again until his chest crushes against my breasts. His hand slipsto the dip in my waist, his palm fitting over the curve so naturally that I try not to get caught up on how that makes my stomach flutter violently.

“I am green as the fucking grass,” I bite out, making him shake his head with a laugh.

“You’re such a brat. So predictable,” he draws out with a wistful sigh. “You always seem to fall right into the trap I set. Maybe I should call you little mouse instead?”

I bang a fist against his chest. “Fuck you.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Ben catches my wrist, holding my arm to the side as he leans in to brush his lips in a tease over mine. “Ask me nicely, and I will.”

That just makes me want to be more defiant than anything else in the world. Maybe that’s more of what he expects. As much as I want to fight him, as much as I want him to force me to submit, I want to fuck him up even more. Until he’s so desperate to get inside my pussy that he blows with the first clench of my walls around him.

I flutter my lashes and lean into him to brush my nose along his, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I want you to fuck me. Pretty please,Daddy.”

His grip around my wrist tightens, and I can feel the way his cock jumps in his pants with his pelvis pressed tight to mine. I nearly wreck the whole thing by laughing out loud.

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