Page 79 of Sugar Baby Mine

“Red,” I breathe.

“Good,” he answers, his breath fanning over my face. “Stay nice and still for me.”

He grasps my chin, dragging the tip of the lipstick over my bottom lip, and I’m so compelled to squirm, to shift my hips, to clench my thighs together because this is driving me wild. My skin burns beneath his touch, his gaze, and I’m consumed with the way his attention is so focused on my mouth as he traces the shape of my Cupid’s bow. It’s a wonder steam isn’t wafting off my skin with the way my blood is simmering with lust.

“Pretty girl,” Ben murmurs, thumb swiping the corner of my mouth before he caps the lipstick and tucks it into my hand, closing my fingers around the tube. “Drop this to the floor if you can’t say red.”

His hands ghost around my side and the tug on my nipple is quick, sharp. I lurch forward to follow his touch as he pulls on the captive ring and doesn’t let go.

“Ben,” I plead, leaning forward to ease the pressure.

“Always something new for me to admire. Makes me think Ishould have brought a leash after all. Would you sit pretty at my feet?” he asks, switching to my other nipple, rubbing his thumb over and over in a circle that jolts through my body. “Would you crawl for me if I asked?”

I grit my teeth as he pinches and tugs again, heat rising high in my chest.

“Would you?” he repeats.

“If you ask me nicely, maybe.”

The way his eyes lower and he bites his lip makes me want to bite it even harder.

“As much as I want to see you with your tits swaying and ass jiggling as you crawl to me, I wouldn’t be able to stop until I fucked you.” His fingers slip down my stomach and trace down the seam of my pussy overtop the panties. “And I want to save that for later.”

“Later?”

The pad of his thumb presses between the folds of my pussy and applies light pressure to my clit and I suck in a breath. My fingers flex and my wrists tug against the bindings of the tie.

“You’ll see.” Ben lays a kiss on my jaw, teeth nipping at my skin.

“Stop,” I gasp. “I don’t want to have to cover that up.”

“You’re going to fix your makeup after this, anyway, aren’t you?”

“Afterwhat?” I huff. “You haven’t done anything yet.”

He grips my face with the entirety of his hand, palm cradling my cheek as he pushes my head back to expose my throat, making me sit up off my heels. His teeth nip and bite at the place just under my chin, and he sucks a bruise into the skin just to spite me.

“Open your mouth”—he stands, readjusting his suit jacket and I almost think he’s going to remove it—“and stick out your tongue.”

I watch, breath tight in my chest as he draws his cock out of his pants. He strokes the length twice, squeezing the tip and gathering the glossy precum between his fingers. He takes a step forward, until the toes of his dress shoes touch my knees.

“Say please,” he commands.

“Please.” I stick my tongue out flat again, looking up at him.

I don’t even have the wherewithal to imagine what this scene looks like from his view above me as he swipes the liquid of his precum over my tongue, tangy and musky. Then he leans down just a bit and spits on my tongue.

A whine sounds from my throat becauseholyfuck.

He leans down to grip my jaw, holding my mouth open. “Make my cock nice and wet so I can fuck this tight throat.”

My core clenches tight and heat blooms further, faster, under my skin, and when I squeeze my thighs to abate the pulse of my clit I can feel how wet my panties are.

Ben pats my cheek with the palm of his hand, wet fingers gliding over my cheekbone as he pulls away. It sends a jolt down my spine and my wrists flex, fingers curling tight as I rock my hips forward and back just as he grabs hold of his length.

My tongue cradles the underside of his cock as he lays it on my tongue, and my restlessness turns to enthusiasm. I fucking love to suck dick, and I’ve never wanted to worship someone more than right now.

Without any other ounce of instruction or prompting, I surge forward and take him into my mouth for a quick plunge before pulling back to swirl my tongue around the crown, wetting him with the saliva and precum pooled on my tongue.

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