Page 57 of Sugar Baby Mine

He comes around the side of the couch, where I’ve pressed my face to the cushion, and grabs the base of my ponytail, tugging until I’m lifting up. My face is tilted to him, jaw slack as my scalp screams.

“Stick out your tongue.”

He flicks the gold cap open on a cream-colored bottle of lube before inverting it to squeeze a few drops onto my outstretchedtongue.

I savor the way the liquid is so silky smooth, mild, and fruity all at once.

“It’s really sweet. Melon-y. Cantaloupe?” I ask, licking my lower lip and gazing up at him as his grip on my ponytail tightens and my throat constricts with a swallow.

“Close.” Ben tilts the bottle again, and I tilt my head back even further as I drop my mouth open for him to drizzle the liquid over my parted lips and I barely suppress a shudder. “Honeydew.”

I lick my lips, giving him a hum. “I could eat that whole thing.”

“You’ve got a sweet tooth, huh?”

You have no idea.

Out of all my favorite candies, of the thousands of gummy bears I’ve decimated, Ben is by far the biggest craving I’ve ever had. I can’t think of anything I’ve ever wanted more than him.

“I’m a sugar baby after all, aren’t I?” I flick my tongue over my lower lip, meeting the resistance of his hold on my ponytail as I shift on my feet. I readjust the grip of the flesh of my ass with a flex of my fingers.

“Mysugar baby,” he croons as the corner of his mouth tips up into a feral smirk.

My stomach flutters at the pure possession flooding his tone.

“And are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“The best.”

He lets my hair fall from his grasp and my head pounds, my scalp tingling as my vision whites out. I blink, and everything comes into focus again as I watch Ben lick the drip of lube rolling down the cap of the bottle. It’s shameful that I wish that was me. One little action has me close to panting like a dog in heat.

I shift on my feet again as he moves behind me until I can’t see anymore and am listening for his movements. Meanwhile, I sound like I could use a hit of an inhaler.

The first drizzle of lube runs from my ass to clit, and I would’ve startled if I wasn’t entirely expecting it.

I clench up everywhere regardless.

Ben drizzles more lube over my asshole, and his thumb brushes over the curve of my hip before dragging through the liquid and then pressing against the tight ring of muscle.

“How’s this?”

“Good.” My head droops with a sharp inhale as he rubs, thumb pressing inside just enough to give me a taste. “Green, very green,” I add, hips shifting to move both away and toward him all at once.

“More?”

“Yes, please. I want more—I can handle anything you want to give me.”

“You’re being so good for me, baby girl.” He pulses his thumb in and out of my ass. I love the way the burn of his touch settles and soothes the chaos beating in my chest. “I almost miss my sassy little slut. But she’s in there, isn’t she? Desperate to fuck her ass on my fingers?”

I can only nod as he brings up two fingers to take his thumb’s place and slowly pushes one inside, leaving meshaking.

“Fuck.” I don’t have anything else to say.

“Tell me how it feels.”

My head lolls to the side, tongue heavy as he slips another finger inside me. There’s only a brief stretch and burn before my hips are rocking back to meet the thrust of his fingers.

I can barely think, my clit throbbing along with my heartbeat and shaking with the effort to hold myself in place for him while he’s out here wanting my dissertation on the experience.

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