Page 86 of Sugar Baby Mine

“Oh, fuck me,” I gasp.

He licks into me a few more times, my hips wiggling under his hold as I fuck myself on his tongue, because even when I know we should stop, I can’t help but ask for more.

“Delicious.” Ben licks up the length of my pussy from clit to ass once more. My back bows as I lift my chin to catch the image of him rising from his knees, beard wet and glossy from my juices.

My mouth is both watering and as dry as the Sahara Desert at the same time. I gulp down a breath of air as I relax against the counter. The sound of him unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down has anticipation building along my skin again, a high that still hasn’t fully settled and my body aches for more, for him.

He pulls his cock out, the head shiny and wet as he gathers up the precum with his thumb while I’m already sticking out my tongue.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Ben purrs as he leans over me to drag his thumb across my tongue.

I hum, licking up the length of his thumb as he draws away. “Just for you.”

He leaves a wet trail over my cheek before gripping my hip in his hand. I can still feel the heat of him through the layers of fabric. It has me craving his bare skin on mine, the delicious press of his weight on my whole body as I sink into his mattress. A craving I’ll have to indulge in later, even if he thinks I’m insatiable. But the truth is, I am.

“This is going to be hard and fast, Emmeline. We’ve already been gone too long.”

“They already know what we’re doing,” I huff as he nudges the folds of my pussy with the head of his cock, feeding me only the tip over and over. “Might as well make it good.”

He thrusts inside me the rest of the way until I can feel the cool fabric of his slacks on my thighs, his belt buckle digging into my hip. My pussy throbs, even as he stretches me out, wanting more.

“So wet,” Ben moans, and it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “Your pussy is so pretty stretched around my cock.”

He leans back, eyes dipping down the length of me in the mirror until his heated gaze burns over where he’s sliding out and back in. My walls grip him, clit spasming with little electric jolts of pleasure as he settles deep with each thrust before starting all over.

My eyes flutter closed as pleasure sparks and spreads through my veins like wildfire.

“Eyes. Open.” His hand flits though my ponytail and tugs sharply, my mouth dropping on a gasp as my eyes fly open. “On me, just like earlier.”

I can’t help the shudder that rolls through me, curving my spine another inch. The image we make in the mirror makes me feel so fucking selfish. The way Ben’s entire body relaxes, all his hard edges softening, eyes glinting with a vulnerability that doesn’t normally cross his features. It’s fucking beautiful. And I don’t want anyone else to see him like this.

He changes the angle of his hips, each stroke slamming into my g-spot as my vision whites just a little. The counter edge digs sharply into my hips, and there’s no more room to rise on my tiptoes to escape the ache.

“Oh my God.” I can’t help what begins to spew from my mouth as he yanks on my hair, and it’s like he’s taking me out to pasture to plead for my life except, you know, I’m actually just begging for him to fuck me. “Harder—please. I don’t want to take a step tomorrow without feeling youeverywhere. I want your cum so far inside me that I have to take Plan fucking B. And I want to strangle your cock with my pussy as I come, milking every drop.”

“Such a dirty fucking mouth,” Ben groans and pulls my ponytail back until my eyes sting with tears. “You want me to make a mess of this pussy? Until the mix of our cum runs down these juicy thighs?”

With my palm slamming onto the mirror, I raise up to ease the grip he has on my hair, panting for a breath. “Yes, now make me fucking come again.”

“You’re lucky I like the way your pussy squeezes my cock like it was made just for me.”

“Or maybe your cock was made just forme.”

He drops my hair, and my nails scream against the marble counter before I lock my elbows to stay upright. His hand smacks across my ass before he pulls his hips back, cock sliding out of my pussy even as a whine falls from my lips.

“Maybe you didn’t choke enough on my cock earlier,” Ben goads, eyes casting over my lips and throat just before his touch echoes the pattern. He wraps those long fingers around my neck and pulls me until my back is pressed to his chest, his cock nestled into the cleft of my ass. His hips rock deliberately, the wet length of him sliding over my asshole with each pump, and I grip the sleeve of his suit jacket like he’s the only thing holding me afloat.

“You’re not leaving me like this again.”

He chuckles, deep and low, breath blowing over the top of my cheek. I push back against the pulse of his cock as it throbs.

“You already came once.”

My breath stutters as his other hand drifts over my hip, burying under my skirt to trace up the inside of my thigh where the skin is sticky with arousal.

“And you’re gonna get me off again, or I’ll bite your fucking dick off.” It doesn’t come off nearly as cold as I’d like, my voice cracking somewhere in the middle.

Just when I think he’s going to touch me, his fingers drifting across the crease of my thigh and pelvis, he raises his arm to pull the bulk of my dress out of the way, baring me to our gazes in the mirror as he shuffles me back half a step with a steady pressure on my throat.

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