Page 75 of Sugar Baby Mine

“That’s why you bought them, right? We can get them dry-cleaned while we’re out to dinner.”

My cheeks burn at the thought, but I drop my hands back to the bed as he lays next to me, still clothed. He circles an arm around my waist and pulls me to my side before tucking his face into my neck and breathing me in.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” he answers after a beat, his fingers drumming up the ladder of my ribs before cupping my breast in his hand. “I just want you to know I can be gentle, too, before I’m rough.”

“Rough?” My breath hitches, my heart kicking up in excitement.

“Yes. Remember your colors, little bird.”

It’s only another few seconds in his hold before he flips me onto my stomach and straddles my upper thighs. I hear the sound of his zipper pulling down, but then his weight presses me down into the bed. Before I can even lift my torso to look over my shoulder at him, he takes hold of each of my wrists and guides them above my head.

“Keep them there or I’ll stop.”

I lift my chin up, staring at the headboard past my hands as I dig my fingers into the sheets at the edge of the bed.

Ben’s hands glide down over my arms, all the way from my wrists to my shoulders, and it sends tingles all the way from my head to my toes. His touch is a mix of gentle pressure between the pads of his fingers and then the brush of his knuckles as he entices an electric pulse beneath my skin, like he’s trying to jump start my heart back to the living.

Except I’m far from dead. My heart is beating a mile a minute as his touch drifts down the slope of my shoulders blades, the dip in my spine, then back up the curve of my sides. His fingers slip up underneath the band of my bralette, sliding to the front of my breasts and teasing my nipples with his hot touch.

My mouth parts on a moan, and I’m not sure I can prevent myself from drooling on these expensive sheets if this is the way it’s going to go.

“Are you ready?”

I blink, because of course I’m ready—

He tugs sharply on my nipples, so harshly that my eyes water, and I groan, loud and low. He flicks and pulls on the bars running through them, and I nearly curl in on myself.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck—Ben—” He doesn’t stop, just leans in and plasters himself to my back and presses me into the bed, his teeth and tongue at my ear nipping as white hot pleasure curls low in my belly and spots my vision.

“You look so fucking beautiful against these white sheets, withlingerie you bought with my money covering this tight little body.”

He lets go of my nipples suddenly and I ache at the loss, even though I can still feel the echo of his touch. His hand slides down my stomach beneath my panties, and his fingers slide through the drenched mess of my folds. He circles my swollen clit once before dipping into my pussy and thrusting two fingers as far as he can in this position.

I moan his name, hating the way I sound so desperate.

“Always so wet for me, baby.”

Ben gives me a few shallow thrusts that have my chest pulling tight before dragging his fingers out and up to my clit to pinch tightly. Pleasure pinpoints so tightly in my veins, hurts so deeply that I can barely draw in a purposeful breath. He releases it, then does it again. And again. And again. Until I can barely stand to keep my arms above my head, to keep from shaking uncontrollably.

“I’m going to fucking lose it, Ben.”

The wordredis on the tip of my tongue.

But maybe he can tell I’m close to breaking even without my words, maybe he can tell I’m close to sobbing into these sheets as sounds pour out of me that are only increasing in pitch. ThoughIcan’t tell if I need just a little more or a little less for an orgasm that will shatter me irrevocably.

But his touch softens suddenly, his fingers soothing over my tender clit and up into my entrance and making his fingers wetter before he lifts away from my back and lifts me up so he can pull his hand out from under me.

He lets me go and I collapse against the bed again, which is where he wants me anyway, because he grabs my jaw with his hand and lifts my face up.

“Keep my fingers in your mouth,” he says before hooking the wet fingers of his other hand between my parted lips. I tastemyself as he grazes my tongue, and I make a sound of protest that muffles against his fingers. “As much as I love the sounds you’re making, these walls don’t exactly seem sound-proof.”

And as much as I feel like he normally wouldn’t care, wemetthe older woman staying next door to our suite and she reminds me of my grandmother. I don’t want to traumatize her with the way I want to call himDaddyand beg for another orgasm.

Bracing against the bed, I suck on his fingers. He gives me a little groan, breath blowing in my ear as he leans over my back and it makes me throb all over.

“Gonna let me in this tight little pussy while I hold you down?”

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