Page 80 of Sugar Baby Mine

“That’s it—JesusfuckingChrist,” he groans. The desperate lilt hits deep in my groin where every muscle pulls tight, and I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through this in one piece. “Your hot little mouth is so much better than I could have imagined.”

His hand coasts along the top of my head, over my slicked backponytail, and I pop off his cock to glare up at him through my lashes.

“You ruin my makeup or my hair, there isn’t time to fix both.”

“Makeup.”

Ben grips my head just enough to direct me back to his cock. It twitches against my lips before I open wide and stick out my tongue to lick up the underside, sucking on the flare of his crown. My eyes flutter as I watch the bob of his throat, the tight press of his teeth and jaw as his nostrils flare.

“Don’t let this go to your head”—I take a breath, hollowing my cheeks around the tip of his cock and sucking hard—“but you have the biggest dick I’ve ever sucked.”

He pulls me forward, hips rocking gently to force more of his length into my mouth, breaching the back of my throat. I tuck my thumbs into my fists in an effort to help my gag reflex settle.

“Oh, I’mdefinitelyletting that go to my head.”

My eyes roll, and he fucking growls at me; I feel it all the way down to the way my pussy clenches like a desperate whore.

“Keep those gorgeous eyes on me, little bird.” He lets out a huff, fingers threatening to slide into my scalp, but he relaxes his grip enough that he doesn’t actually dig in. “I want you to watch the way you make me fall apart as you choke on my cock.”

A surge of satisfaction winds through my chest, and I inhale the deep, masculine scent of Ben’s skin as I push forward until my nose is nuzzling the hairs above his cock and my lips are stretched wide around him.

My jaw already hurts, but I relax around him and watch the way he looks down at me like I’m some otherworldly being as I choke on his cock, eyes watering as I force a swallow. My throat squeezes him where he’s lodged there like it’s his new home and he’s never moving out.

“Fuuuck,Emmeline—”

My name sounds so fucking good falling from his lips in abreathy moan that makes my pussy clench again.

I pull back, bobbing on his cock as I hollow my cheeks, letting his hips chase the tease of my tongue. Laving at his slit, I suck down the taste of his precum welling up over and over until he’s panting above me and his hips are rocking erratically.

Pulling back just when he begins to tighten his fingers against my scalp, I lick my lips as I gaze up at him. “Do I look like a good little slut with your cock in my mouth?”

I press my lips together to kiss the head of his cock before rubbing my chin and cheek all over the shiny and red flushed head. Saliva and precum glosses over my skin, trailing from him to me, and I lap up the string of it.

“You’re so fucking”—his hand tightens on the top of my head and he pulls in a deep breath, forcing me down on his cock again until he hits fast and hard at the back of my throat. He gentles when I gag—“good.”

And I hear the word he doesn’t say, and for once, my skin doesn’t crawl at the thought.

“You want me to blow down your tight little throat already?”

I hum around his cock in affirmation and it makes him buck even further into my mouth, my eyes watering as he batters my throat with each pump of his hips. My cheeks burn beneath the slide of hot tears and my thighs squeeze tight together, a shudder wracking my spine as I lose myself in the bob of his cock in and out of my mouth.

Ben watches, eyes heavy lidded with desire, shoulders tense and tight as he widens his stance so he can fuck my face exactly the way he wants. And I’m fucking burning for the way he’s flushed from the collar up, highlighting the spread of freckles across the bridge of his nose.

I’m drowning in him, but I wantmore.

I release his cock with a wet pop, panting to drag in a breath in between words I hope aren’t as slurred as they sound in my ears.“Come for me. Down my throat—fucking fill me up so you’re all I can taste the rest of the night.”

A thrill runs down the back of my neck as he licks his lips.

“Are you that desperate for me to feed you my cum?”

“Yes,” I groan. “Please. I want it so much.” I’m almost shaking, shoulders pulled in tight as my wrists flex and my hips rock to find any friction between the clench of my thighs.

He nudges my lips and I open wide, tongue swirling around the head of his cock until I taste the steady stream of his precum on my tongue.

“And how wet is your pussy, baby? Is it gulping for my cock, desperate to be filled even when you’re begging to taste me?”

Fuckingyes.

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