Page 60 of Sugar Baby Mine

His hips tilt against me, and he plants both palms over my hips to guide me as his cock slides through my pussy over and over. He’s unrelenting, hitting the best part of me and making my brain turn to mush.

“Give me that fucking cum, Ben,” I slur, my tongue heavy in my mouth. I gasp when he stills inside me.

“Fuck—” he groans with a hard jerk of his hips, bruising, against the swell of my ass. He comes so hard, so deep inside me that I nearly feel him in my throat. I’d worry for the integrity of my birth control if I had enough functioning brain cells firing right now.

I fist the fabric of the couch, pressing my hips back against him with all I have as I clench around him, wanting it to be good. Wanting to be goodforhim.

He rewards me with a quiet breath of my name as he drops over my back, hands sliding up my sides where my skin is slick with sweat and my heart is still thumping erratically. I lift my cheek from the couch for him to press a kiss to the back of my neck. The action is so tender that my skin breaks out in goosebumps all over again.

When he pulls away, he pushes a hand down over my lowerback to keep me in place. When his cock slides out of me, he cups my pussy with his hand as he pushes his leaking cum back inside me with the hot presses of his fingers.

“Going to fuck my cum back into this pretty little cunt, so it stays right where it belongs.”

And if God was in this room, he would have had enough mercy on me to let me come a second time from Ben’s words alone.

Chapter 15

Ben gathers me up in his arms, one hand cupping my pussy and the other banded around my waist as he hauls me to stand up. Except, I can’t.

“You took fuck me stupid to heart, my legs are like Jell-O.” I sigh, leaning back into the warmth of his chest as he holds me up. Not to mention I’m so tired, I would love nothing more than to crawl into his bed and fall asleep, which isinsane.

He nuzzles into the side of my neck, and I can feel the warmth of his breath all the way down my spine as I shudder. He holds me strong, and I cling to his forearm where the abstract shapes and lines color his skin, so starkly vivid pressed against mine.

“Do you want to take a bath or a shower?”

Looking up over my shoulder at him, I purse my lips because there’s a protest on my tongue at the idea of staying over longer. But he glides his hand up from holding my pussy, rucking up the front of my skirt and stroking the soft curve of my belly. His touch is electric—he lights up my still heated skin as he paints me with the cum on his fingers.

“A shower.” Even though I would love to sink into the jacuzzi tub, I’m afraid I’d never leave.

“All right, hold on.”

He shifts his hold around me until he can sweep an arm under my legs, picking me up bridal style. It feels inherently good to be cradled in his arms as I loop my wrists behind his neck and tilt my head back until I can place a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Thank you,” I say quietly, letting the sentiment speak for a lot of things.

Ben holds me even closer, dipping his chin to press a kiss to my lips before walking us through the hallway toward the bedroom. He kicks the door closed behind us and I let my eyes droop, leaning into the crook of his neck while he takes us to the bathroom. When I open them again, he’s stepping us toward the double sinks and sets me on the counter between them.

It’s fucking cold.

I shiver, crossing my arms over my chest as my nipples tighten up all over again, feeling the jewelry in them so sharply.

Ben says something. I can vaguely hear the baritone of his voice as it flows over me. Unfortunately, I’m distracted.

Ben pulled his sweater up over his head along with the white undershirt in one smooth motion.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said”—he gives a shake of his head, running a hand through his hair and pushing the strands further off his forehead—“do you like your water warm, hot, orhot, hot?”

“Oh,hot, hotfor sure. Burn my skin off hot.”

“Well, that sounds super inviting.” He opens the frosted glass door to the shower and presses the black square on the wall to turn the water on.

With my eyes rolled up to the ceiling, I huff, “If you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen—er, shower.”

But what’s actually hotter than hell is when he tugs his pants and boxers the rest of the way down his legs. I eye his thighs as he kicks out of his clothes and peels off his socks. The only thingI can think about is wrapping myself around him like a koala.

He steps forward toward where my knees are locked together and pulls them apart before sliding his fingers underneath the top of my thigh-high. I lift my foot up toward his shoulder, and my entire body shakes with exhaustion.

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