Page 81 of Sugar Baby Mine

My cunt clenches at his words like he commanded it.

“So fucking wet andempty. I’m a slut for your cock, for you—your greedy little whore. I’ll never deserve what you deign to give me.”

And I’ll always want more.

Even with that little slip of my insecurities, I bat my eyelashes at Ben. They’re wet and stinging as his cock hits the back of my throat, and I swallow around him, enjoying the way his jaw falls slack, his eyes glazing even further.

He pumps his hips, hand pushing my head over his cock. He holds me still while he fucks into my throat.

“You’re worth more than my fucking life,” Ben moans, shaking as he slams his cock into my mouth while I do my best to suck him down without grazing him with my teeth. Spit runs down my chin and I gag, but he only goes harder, deeper. I feel him in my stomach even before he comes. “You deserve everything in this world. And you’ll fucking take it like the good little girl you are.”

This back and forth of praise and degradation has me throbbing, clit pulsing as my eyes flutter. I’m so fucking close tothe edge that if he touches me at all, then I’m going toshatter.

“Swallow my cum, Emmeline.”

He swells between the press of my lips, and I suck hard on the length of his cock as I breathe him in. When his cum spills down my throat, it’s bitter on the back of my tongue but so uniquely him that I know I’m going to crave the taste. Like coffee on a slow day, I lap him up with reverence.

“You tastedelicious. I want your cum to flood my pussy every chance we get, but right now, I want to suck your cock until my throat remembers the shape of you even when you’re gone.”

Ben tucks his softening cock away, and I glance down to see the imprint of my lipstick around the base before it disappears behind his zipper. His fingers tip my chin back up, dragging my attention to the way he licks his lips, bitten and swollen. I want to kiss him until he tastes himself on my tongue.

“Don’t miss me when I’m still here, or you won’t enjoy the present. And take what you deserve with a fucking smile on that beautiful face.”

His words make meacheall over, pussy fluttering around nothing, and I’m certain that no amount of orgasms I give myself could solve this, at least not in the time that I have. This event is already designed to tug on every one of my fraying nerves, and now I’m going to be a world away, dreaming of all the ways I want Ben to fuck me.

It’s going to be a long night.

Chapter 20

Every time we meet someone at this gala, they compliment our matching colors. Sure, the dark plum of my dress is a really great match to the tie Ben hand-picked and is a classy look with all the black he’s wearing. But I can see the rumples in it from where he had my wrists tied together, every little crease from being folded. And then my gaze slides to his makeshift pocket square, the matching lace panties he peeled down my hips.

The soaked fabric that smells like wet pussy right underneath his nose.

I want to strangle him with his own tie every time he leans in, even if I can’t help but inhale. Because as much as I hate him for it, it turns me on.

And my ability to be somewhat normal in a social context is even more fucked than usual.

My palms press flat to my thighs, tugging on the opening of the high slit every few minutes. I’ve already embarrassed myself with my usual word vomit more than once.

“And how are you doing over here, cousin dearest?” Cora’s voice is light and airy, gripping her fourth champagne of the night. Not to mention the drinks her and Fred had at the barbefore arriving. She picks up my wrist, fingers dragging down my palm before dropping my hand like she hadn’t done it at all. “Are you enjoying the gala?”

“I mean, yeah. I guess. It’s all very stand around and chit-chat. The dance performance was nice—never actually seen a ballet before. Their costumes are so gorgeous.” I sigh, dragging my fingers through the layers of tulle on the skirt of my dress, tempted to twirl in a circle. “Now I want to go to the ballet for real. And I’m fucking starving, I can’t wait for the food.”

There’s a quizzical look on her face as she leans into Fred’s side, the ease in which his arm wraps around her middle and pulls her close is astounding. My heart beats wildly when Ben even grazes my elbow with the tips of his fingers and leans in to whisper in my ear over the sound in the hall.

It’s not that I don’t want him to touch me, it actually settles me to know he’s there. A gentle reminder that isn’t over the top, that doesn’t have me glancing around for the eyes that aren’t even paying us any attention.

I blame this paranoia on my first boyfriend’s love for sticking his tongue too far down my throat and his hand too far up my shirt at every football or basketball home game where everyone either cheered him on or the staff kicked us out. Gotta love the highs and lows of high school.

“I’m sure Ben would take you if you asked,” Cora says, her hand curling over Fred’s forearm as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, pulling her mouth up into a smile.

I can catch a little hint of his and Ben’s conversation with Julio Jones, a city planner here in Manhattan, but it’s all market prices this, cost of lumber that. None of them tune in, but I can feel Ben’s hand sliding into place against my lower back as his thumb brushes back and forth over the sheer lace of my bodice.

“Maybe, yeah. Another fun thing to dress up for.” Like I don’t loathe the way these heels are pinching my toes together or thesevere amount of makeup I’ve slathered on to look good under these lights.

“We could always go together.” She gives a little shrug, tucking her chin into her shoulder, but the bright blue of her eyes sparkle with mischief.

I squint at her, my fingers curling into the side of Ben’s jacket. “What’s that look for?”

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