Page 74 of Sugar Baby Mine

“But to do it, you’re going to ride my thigh like a good little girl.”

Oh fuck.

He hovers over me, forearm caging me in, and even though he isn’t even really touching me, I’m dying inside.

“Ben, please.”

“Begging already? I’ve trained you so well.”

He is so infuriating.

My hands raise to his shoulders, gripping tight and pulling him down closer until his breath bleeds against mine, and I can nearly taste the sweet wine he must have had with his lunch.

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re my sugar baby,” he says with a bit of bite that makes my head fall back against the sheets. He chases the exposure of my throat with his lips, the hot press to my skin making me squirm, and my hips seek his thigh which is still out of reach.

“Then make your sugar baby happy, asshole.” If it comes out breathy as fuck, well, I can’t exactly help it.

His smirk is prominent against my neck as his lips pave a line of kisses down toward my collarbone. Teeth grazing my skin, he keeps his hands off of me as he wanders down to rub his cheek against the side of my breast. Even with his beard, the fabric glides smoothly across his cheek as he nuzzles my tits.

He looks up at me, head tilted, tongue darting out to lick his lips. It barely grazes the skin atop my breast, and I nearly arch off the bed.

“Ben,” I say again. I’m actually not above getting down on my knees for him, if that’s what he really wants. I’d love to suck his cock, actually. I’m surprised he hasn’t asked me to yet.

“A little patience goes a long way.” He indulges me at least, lifting back up so we’re face to face as he lowers his thighbetween my spread legs until it’s pressed right against my center.

“Your pants,” I gasp, so confused by his complete disregard for his clothing today.

“I was going to change anyway,” is all he says before applying more pressure to my pussy as he leans into me, rocking me into the bed as my vision whites out.

The friction, the pressure on my clit is intense. The fabric of my panties is soaked, and I’m sure his pants are growing wetter with each rock of his body and each seeking roll of my own. But if he doesn’t care, then I don’t.

Fire spreads along my limbs, and my nails dig into his shoulders again, twisting the fabric of his shirt as I yank him closer, needing him to be close so I can taste him if he’s not going to be inside me.

“Kiss me.”

Ben abides by my request immediately, crushing our mouths together in a kiss that has my toes curling as my knees lift to squeeze around his leg. He grinds down against me, thigh pressing in over my pulsing clit as my back bows off the back and my body trembles in delight. I shake all the way down to my fingers as pleasure ripples along my spine, and I’ve never been so close so quickly.

“I’m gonna come, Ben,” I moan against his lips.

“Atta girl. Come for me, and then I’ll give you my cock.”

As if that wasn’t a good enough incentive, he licks into my mouth, tongue tangling with mine as his fingers brush over my nipple and tugs through the lace. It pulls a keening moan from my throat as my head thrusts back against the bed. Tension winds through my spine, pulling tighter with each tug of his fingers at my nipple. My pussy flutters, clenching greedily around nothing.

My chest heaves as I suck in a breath, holding it for thatheightened sensation that makes me burn all over. My hips roll up in a deep grind against his thigh as I cling to him before going rigid beneath him. Pleasure washes over me in a whirlwind that has my limbs jerking in time with the spasms of my clit. I breathe in, the black spots fading from my vision as my body shakes with the force of my orgasm.

“That’s it,” he whispers, working me through it. And for some reason, that makes it last even longer.

“Oh fuck,” I pant when my body finally loosens up, and I drop back to the bed, releasing my grip on his shoulders. “That was so intense.”

Ben leans back to rest on his knees, looking down at me. I can see the beginnings of a flush on the tops of his cheeks extending down his neck. His stomach ripples with the movement of each breath he drags in, and I can tell he’s struggling before my gaze even lands on his cock straining against the zipper of his slacks.

I pat the bed next to me, scooting up a bit more before moving to remove my undergarments.

“Leave them on.”

“What? Why?”

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