Page 85 of Sugar Baby Mine

Ben drops his thigh from between my legs, and I give him a desperate whimper that warms my cheeks even more. At this point, I should have forgone blush entirely.

He guides me to the sink before turning me in place so that I face the mirror. The picture we make is ethereal, and it’ll live rent free in my head for the rest of my existence. I want to remember this always—the way his eyes catch mine. It’s like hesees through to all the parts of my soul I keep from escaping to the surface. I can’t look away from him, even as his hand pushes between my shoulders and I bend to his will.

I slap my hands down against the counter as he rucks my dress high on my hips, lifting the layers of tulle up and giving them to me to hold. I tuck the ends the best I can into the front of my bodice as I rest down onto my forearms.

My hips wiggle underneath his gaze as it drops to my exposed ass. He kicks my stance wider with a tap to my inner ankle and my chest drops as well, chin tipping up in order to watch his reflection.

“Can you feel how wet you are, Emmeline?”

Sort of. Not like when my thighs were pressed together, though.

I shake my head.

“You’re pussy is fucking dripping, baby,” he says with a reverent growl that makes me shudder. “So wet, so pink, fluttering like a little hummingbird begging for a drink.”

Ben drops to his knees behind me and I gasp, leaning hard onto my elbows as he grips my ass in his hands and holds me open so he can lick all the way from my clit to asshole.

“Fuck,” I moan before sinking my teeth into my lip to stop the flow of consciousness that begs to be let loose.

He smacks my ass, and my stomach drops with the way the burn settles into my skin. I fucking crave him, crave this, more than anything I ever thought I knew.

“Again,” I croak, looking up through my bangs as I seem to keep sinking lower and lower to the counter.

Ben leans back, and I can just see the hard glint in his eyes as he connects with me.

Then his hand comes down on my ass again, sharp spiking heat that flares across my skin and makes my teeth ache from the way my jaw bites together. My back bows, and I lift onto my tiptoesas if I could get away from the sting I just asked for.

“I’m starting to think my favorite color is the red your skin turns when I spank your tight little ass.”

“And here I thought maybe it’d be the pretty pink of my pussy.”

His hand cracks against my ass again, a blow that has me tensing all over as I muffle my groan by pressing my face into my forearms. My makeup is going to be fucked again, if only because I’m going to sweat it all off and smear it everywhere with the way I’m so burnt up by him.

“Mmmm,” he hums, touch trailing from where his handprint feels like sparks over my skin. His thumbs brush over the wet lips of my pussy before opening me up to his tongue as he laps over my entrance. “Better than the champagne.”

“They’re servingCrystalout there,” I say, aghast.

His laugh against my pussy, tickling me and sending desire racing over my skin all the same. “It’sCristal.”

“Fuck, that’s so pompous sounding—whatever. Cristal.”

“And I’d rather haveyouany day of the week.” He punctuates the words with a languid sweep of his tongue, and I tilt my hips to chase the touch, rewarded when he flicks over my clit, pleasure spiraling in my veins.

My head rolls to the side then back again, and I shift onto my toes as Ben sucks my clit into his mouth. My breath comes out in a pant as he grazes the bundle of nerves with his teeth. It’s a delicious bite of pain that makes my body quiver, hairs on the back of my neck standing straight up.

“Do you wanna come on my tongue first, then my cock?”

“Fuckingyes, please, sir.” His tongue rolls over my clit, and I rock back against him in a slow grind.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs. The vibration over my pussy has me biting my lip again. “Obedience sounds so good on you.”

I melt into the counter like a fucking popsicle as he doubles down on my clit with his tongue and teeth, the combinationramps me up from slow burn to raging inferno. I tense all over, holding my breath purposefully as I feel my orgasm on the brink behind my blurry vision.

“Please,” I breathe out quickly. “I’m so close.”

“Give to me.” Ben pulls my hips back to grind against the pulse on his tongue as it rolls over my clit relentlessly. “Let me drink you up, baby.”

My lungs burn as I take a gulp of air, panting out a breath as my thighs begin to shake right along with my arms. Pleasure races over my skin, tingles echoing head to toe like an icy wave dousing the burn. And when he thrusts his tongue into my cunt, I jerk up, head lolling to the side as my nails scrape along the counter uselessly.

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