Page 59 of Sugar Baby Mine

I hang onto theyetwith some semblance of hope that he isn’t about to just use me like his cock sleeve and leave me hanging.

The loss of his cock as he pulls out isdevastatingthough.

A whine falls from my lips, and I fist my hands into the couch cushion until my knuckles turn white. My legs and arms are shaking, my lower lip trembling, and I’m about to get on my hands and knees and fucking pray to him.

The cap of the lube snaps open again, and he drizzles more of the liquid over my ass and pussy.

“The wetter the better, though your pussy is still gripping me like it never wants to let go.”

Before I can tell him he’s cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, he guides his cock back inside me and slides his slick fingers up to my asshole, pushing two inside.

The rub of his fingers against that thin wall that separates my ass and pussy makes my arms jerk as I lift my chin from the couch to look over my shoulder.

Ben looks like a malevolent God, every bit the deity I’d sacrifice myself to. His hair is pushed up off his forehead, and there’s a bead of sweat rolling down his neck that I want to lick up. I want to map every inch of his body to see what drives him to the desperation that he so easily pulls from me. Trace the tattoos running down the length of his arm with my fingers. Lick my way up the lean muscle of his torso. Suck his cock until my throat memorizes the shape and every little vein.

He strokes into me with both his fingers and cock, working in tandem, so I feel so fucking full of him.

“Another finger,” I groan out, pushing back against him and drawing him further inside. The stretch of him carving me out is so good, so much better than my fingers or any dildo. I want this for fucking ever. I press my cheek down into the cushion, lips parting to suck in a breath.

“Since you’re being so fucking—” he groans out a muffledcurse, and my mind fills in the blank.

But he gives me exactly what I asked for, and if I’m not careful, that’ll go to my head.

“Holy shit,” I garble out, feeling drunk as my eyes roll back in my head.

His hips roll against me, and I shift my hips to meet him as best I can, wanting all of him, as much as I can take. The effort of it all has me panting, toes curling so tight a cramp threatens my calf as he works me over.

“Emmeline,” he grunts. My name sounds like heaven on his tongue—Nirvana calling me home.

My pussy spasms, my legs tremble, and heat blooms in my chest, my cheeks, and my belly until I feel like I’m going to catch aflame.

It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Please, please,please—may I come, Daddy?”

I can feel his resounding hum all the way in my pussy. His hips never stall, his fingers slowing only to punctuate each thrust, and the fast and slow combination only makes me want to sob as drool spills over my parted lips.

“I think you’ve earned it. Show me what a good girl you are and come on my cock and fingers.”

I shake with the anticipation of relief so close I can taste it, skating through my veins and sizzling along every frayed nerve. I’ve never had an orgasm from penetration alone, but here I am, so close to the edge. I clamp my eyes shut and then his cock rubs upjust so, making I lose it.

“There, there, there,right there—” Ben thrusts into me just a little harder, and I hiccup.

He yanks me back onto his cock and each slam of his hips, each thrust of his fingers until he crooks them just so, and the pressure sends me careening, sailing, diving off the edge of the cliff I’ve been skirting.

“So fucking good,” he groans. “Come for me, baby.”

I do.

And it has never felt so fucking good.

My senses fill with the overwhelming pleasure and euphoria that have stretched me so thin, wound me so tight, and it all releases like the snap of a finger. My vision swims with white, and I shake as I ride out my high, barely aware of anything else at all.

It isn’t until I come down that I remember I need to breathe.

“Good girl.” Ben strokes my cheek with a graze of his knuckles. “You ready for my cum to fill this greedy little pussy?”

I nod.

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