Page 62 of Sugar Baby Mine

The way Ben’s voice drops husky and low melts my insides. The rush of thinking about him at my mercy and begging for release is more than I can even envision. But as much as I’d like to experience that, I love the way my head blanks when he takes control. I like not having to make much of a choice beyond yes or no.

“Maybe my hand around your neck is enough for now. I’m particularly partial to your brand of dominance.”

He leans forward into my touch, taking as much as I’m giving.

“So put my cock in that soaked fucking pussy and ride me until you get what you want.”

I lift onto my knees and reach back to grab his cock. I stroke him from base to tip, enjoying the way his hips buck up into my grasp as he hardens further beneath my touch. His eyes glaze over, and I lean forward to press my lips to his—he tastes so good.

I murmur against his lips, “I’m going to regret this tomorrow when I can’t walk straight, but I want you again, just like this.”

Lifting up enough to guide his cock into my pussy, I slide down his length until I’m seated in his lap and he’s stretching me out all over again.

“Fuck, this pussy is going to be the death of me,” Ben groans, his hands grasping at my hips and gently rocking me back and forth.

I grind down into his lap, shifting my knees and trying to get as close to him as this position will allow. My fingers flex over his throat and he shudders, eyes fluttering and jaw slack. I release him after another minute of just watching the way his expression glazes over.

“Wash my hair,” I demand, swiveling my hips and trailing my fingers up to his hair to tug on the strands. “And I’ll wash yours.”

“Bossy little thing when you think you’re in charge.”

I tighten my fingers, tugging his head to the side until I can lean in and lick a line up the side of his neck until I reach the coarse hair below his jaw. He rewards me with a roll of his hips, causing me to lift up and then slide back down. It’s so satisfying to feel him that deeply that I bite into his neck to smother the moan that rises.

Ben tilts his head further, hands roaming over my ass and thighs as we rock together before he slaps one palm down on my ass on the opposite cheek from earlier. I gasp against his throat before I can suck a bruise into his skin.

“Put those fangs away.”

A petulant whine leaves my lips as I lean back, shoving his shoulders to the tile behind him. “Funny, considering you seem so determined to leave mecovered in marks.”

“And they look so pretty on you,” he taunts. “A good reminder for all those fuck boys out there that you don’t need a single one of them.”

“If you think that would stop a fuck boy, you don’t know what a fuck boy is.”

“And wouldyoustop them, then?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “I’m yours.”

“And I like for you to be reminded of that every time you look in the mirror.”

He brings a hand up to my chin, tipping my head back and leaning forward with me until the spray of water can coat myhair from roots to ends. I lick the water that drips off my nose when I straighten up.

“You’re lucky I like it, too.”

I lean to the side to snatch the bottle of shampoo off the recessed shelf in the wall. Settling back down in Ben’s lap, I shimmy my hips, enjoying the way he twitches inside me. Popping the cap open, I squeeze out a glob and run my hands through his damp hair, coating the strands before scrubbing it in.

“Why’s that so good?” he asks, tipping his head back with closed eyes as he squeezes my hips.

“Me washing your hair or warming your cock?”

“Fuckingboth.”

My scrubbing turns into a massage, and I can’t help the smirk that pulls across my face when he moans. The sound makes my pussy flutter and his nostrils flare in response. I swivel my hips at the same time I rub the back of his head with my thumbs, making me sort of feel like a slutty hairstylist.

I’m addicted to the throaty sound of his moan. And Ben was right before; I’m the biggest fucking liar on this Earth, because I’m an auditory person. I love the way he talks to me, the way he moans, his grunts of pleasure when I clench my pussy in a pulsing rhythm with the express purpose of driving him wild.

Erotic ASMR is God’s gift, and Ben gives it to me for free.

Wait.

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