Page 56 of Sugar Baby Mine

“I think that’s a lie.” He withdraws from my pussy to add a third finger and grinds deep. I nearly cry out with the surprise of it, arching up as I straighten my arms out and lift myself back up to rest on my palms.

“Because when I talk”—his voice is at my ear now, breathy and low, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut in order to focus on not fucking coming—“you clench around my fingers. Like you enjoy it. Like you enjoy it very much.”

“Idon’t.”

His teeth nip at my earlobe, and I’m ready to surrender even if I hate myself.

“Are you sure about that? Because I think you like it when I tellyou all the filthy things I’d like to do to you. I think you like being my little slut, pushing back just enough but still letting me use this pussy like it’s my fuck toy.”

Oh fuck—my cunt grips his fingers as he tries to angle them deeper. Between Ben just being fuckingBen, his fingers pressing into my g-spot and his other hand pinching my nipple, I’m horribly close to something Earth-shattering.

“Do you want to come, Emmeline? I can tell you’re already desperate for it.” He slows his strokes to a near standstill, hand leaving my breast to push down on my lower back and hold me in place. “Beg me to let you come.”

I may as well be one of the stars in the sky, a stone at the bottom of a lake, a flower petal floating in the wind—I feel out of body, like splintered glass, tendrils stretching through the pane looking for the edges.

His voice skates over every one of my fraying nerves. “Beg. Me.”

He brings his soaked fingers up to slick over my clit and I jerk, twitching as my hips roll into his touch only for him to take it away again.

“Ben,” I croak, legs and arms trembling uncontrollably as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me with a languid sweep that seems to touch meeverywhere. Each nerve ending lights up from the top of my head to my toes. “P—please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please…” I swallow down the inelegant phrase that’s on the tip of my tongue. “Please—”

His fingers make that tortuous come hither motion right over my g-spot and my pussy clenches, my clit throbs for more attention, and my thighs begin to shake. I’m worried for the integrity of his couch because I feel like I might just tear a hole in it.

“Oh my God, let me come. I’m so fucking close. Please let mecome.”

“Did you forget?” he teases, stilling his movement. I feel so cold as his breath blows over my neck, goosebumps all over my skin as the pleasure halts like ice raining down on me. “I’m in charge. God isn’t here to accept any penance tonight. Your sins are all mine.”

I bite my tongue hard, sharp pain blistering through my skull that somehow doesn’t manage to ring louder than the echo of his touch as he withdraws his fingers from my pussy. My hips roll desperately, chasing the remnants before it fades.

“Oh, baby, I was never gonna let you come so easily. Where would the fun in that be? I’m going to drag it out, just a little longer, and the drop is going to be so sweet.”

The promise curls like a dreamy haze around my limbs, but the edge of them is a knife flitting between my ribs.

I want to believe him,desperately, but the rational part of my brain that’s nearly lost beneath the fog is telling mejust a little longercan be very subjective. And I realize now that I’m not above begging at all. Not above groveling. Not above getting down on my knees and fucking praying at Ben’s feet like he’s my God if that’s what it’ll fucking take.

Shifting my weight between my feet, I huff out a breath and relax my hands over the couch cushion. If I had anything other than short nails, they’d all be fucking wrecked by now.

“Ben,” I hedge as I try to turn to look at him over my shoulder—but he grabs at the base of my ponytail and yanks backward until my back bows and all I’m staring at is the ceiling as my jaw drops open, taking me a second to get my breath back.

“As much as I love it when you say my name, I want more than just your words. You’re going to show me exactly how much you want it.”

He lets up on my hair and my scalp echoes the siren song beating in my blood for more, for less, for pain, for pleasure. Theconflict that thrills my brain and heart can wage a war that goes on and on.

“I want you to spread your ass cheeks open and show me that dripping pussy.” He leans in to speak directly in my ear, “Show me how much you want to come.”

I’m not sure if I’m allowed to talk back, and for once I don’t even have the words, anyway. My skin feels like it’s on fire. I rest my weight on my stomach over the couch to raise my arms back and grab at my ass, pulling until I’m showing off the spread of my pussy and asshole.

Ben leans back, the warmth of his body disappearing again as he makes an appraising hum. I can feel the roam of his gaze, and my eyes squeeze shut for the long beat of silence until I hear his footsteps padding away.

“That’s my girl. Pussy so wet it’s dripping down your thighs. Hungry for some more attention, hm? Stay just like this for me, and I’ll give it to you.”

He pushes the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows as he walks away, and it’s so arousing I have to fight the urge to squeeze my legs together. The heated glance he flashes at me says more than if he’d said anything aloud. He disappears down the hallway, out of sight. I count each of my breaths while he’s gone, staying so still that in any other circumstance I’d be demanding my goddamn prize already.

It’s either a few seconds or a few minutes before he returns, I can’t even tell the difference.

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