Page 64 of Sugar Baby Mine

“This is not going to be long and drawn out like before, I’m ready to blow already, baby,” he murmurs over my chest, licking and sucking as he switches between my breasts. “Touch yourself if you need it.”

My hand fists in his hair, yanking his head off where he’s tugging on the jewelry decorating my nipples and driving me out of my mind. I drag his head up to kiss him, and it’s a clash of tongues and teeth and desperation. Heat runs through my veins like wildfire, and I can’t fathom the fact that I can want him so much so soon. My body aches for him, and my stomach clenches with anticipation as my pleasure ratchets up to another level.

Ben bites my lower lip, tugging, and I release the hold on his hair as he groans low and deep. The sound has my pussy clenching on his cock, my thighs starting to shake, and my clit throbbing. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I press two fingers to my clit and stroke over the sensitive nerves. He thrusts into me, pelvis slamming into my hand over and over. Somehow that intermittent pressure, right on the edge of pain, is enough to have me babbling.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,oh fuck—Ben, I’m—your cock is making me so fucking stupid. May I come? I’m there—right there. I need it—your cock, your cum, your touch.I need you. Make me come.”

He bands his arm under my ass and hauls me up as he slams his other hand against the tile with a wet slap. He ruts into me like a man possessed, and I’m here for it.

“Give it to me then,” he huffs, breath blowing over my skin as he buries his head in my neck. “Come on my cock, and then I’ll fill this pussy up again.”

It’s all the permission I need, because apparently I’m all about that today.

My fingers rub a tight circle around my clit a few times before I run my fingers directly over it. It has me spasming as my head knocks back to the wall, jaw falling slack. “I’m coming,fuck, Ben—I’m coming.”

Pleasure washes over me, consuming me from head to toe, and I go rigid. My thighs tense, fingers digging into his shoulder. It’s a good thing I prefer almond nails to stiletto.

“Yes, there it is. Such a fucking good girl coming on my cock. You deserve the cum I’m going to feed this pretty pussy, don’t you, baby? Tell me you want it.”

The room is spinning. I close my eyes tight and suck in a breath as the feeling comes back to my limbs and the buzzing in my veins begins to settle.

“I want it, I want it, I want it—”

“Take it, Emmeline,” he moans, and the sound alone nearly has me panting for more.

He drives into me several more times and I feel his twitching cock as he comes, still shallowly thrusting. Everything feels so warm, so content, and I never want to step foot outside this shower. My head tips back, a kaleidoscope of fragmented feelings making my head spin.

“So good for me,” Ben murmurs as he holds me close, lips peppering my neck with kisses that have my stomach fluttering. The way his beard scratches over my skin only heightens the emotion flooding me.

“Put me to bed,” I say softly, resigned to the fact that I don’t want to leave.

Chapter 16

There’s something wrong with me.

I actuallyslept. Like a full seven or eight hours, or something absolutely wild. But it’s insanely early still, and I have to get going soon.

Could have been from the way Ben wrecked me—mind, body, and soul—with that dicking down last night, but who really knows? Maybe it’s because his bed is actually so comfortable that my body just gave in. Or perhaps it’s because something about him makes a lot of my anxiety melt away and instead I’m left with a different set of distracting butterflies in my stomach.

The only problem is, well, everything about that.

My fingers trace a figure eight into the soft sheets, again and again, until finally my eyes crack open and I blink the sleep away from my vision. There’s some morning light slipping through the seam of the curtains and I turn to the side, looking over the rumpled sheets where Ben had been laying. I reach out, palm skimming the fabric, and it’s still warmer than everywhere else.

I sigh, the twist of my anxiety loosening the hold it has on my stomach. When I raise my arms up and stretch, back bowing, the soreness of my muscles is just barely there. It feels strangelygood as I point my toes before collapsing back against the bed.

Mrrrp.

I sit up quickly, gaze falling to the curled up fluff of Pebbles’s fur where he picks his head up and gives me a sleepy blink before yawning.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you.” I rake my nails over his head all the way to his spine, repeating when he nuzzles into my touch. “How’d you get in here, huh? Your dad shut the door on you last night.”

Pebbles just leans into my hand, front paws uncurling and stretching out in the space he’d claimed between the pillows. His eyes drop closed and his quiet purr fills the silence, looking content as I stroke through his sleek fur. And I’ve never been more envious of a cat in my life.

“You wanna come with me? Not, like, home with me—though can’t say I’ve never thought about it, because I have. My apartment isn’t very cat friendly, and I imagine you’re pretty spoiled here. Yeah? Does he spoil you, Pebbles?” I scratch under his chin, and his face tips up with delight. “You’d probably be sad without him.”

I scoop under Pebbles’s stomach, banding my arm around him and holding him close as I scoot off the edge of the bed. The floor is fucking freezing, but it helps wake me up that last little bit. I tug down the hem of Ben’s shirt that he slipped over my head last night when I whined about not being able to sleep if I was naked.

After an unnerving trip to the bathroom to pee while Pebbles stares at me from the floor, I kiss his head. “Let’s go see what Daddy’s up to.”

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