Page 87 of Sugar Baby Mine

“Make yourself come,” he says. “Let me watch.”

My body jerks in his hold, fingers uncurling from the fist they’ve rolled into and I shake them out. His touch falls away from my thigh, and I grip his arm tighter as I steady on my heels.

“Do you like watching?” I ask, my arm drifting up over my shoulder to scratch my nails down the coarse hair of his beard. Turning my wrist over, I brush the backs of my nails over the curve of his mouth.

“On occasion,” he drawls, the murmur of his words vibrating against my skin. “But my patience only stretches so thin before I want my turn to play.”

As much as I want his cock back inside me, I feel so ethereal in this dress, with his hand wrapped around my throat while I drag his bottom lip down with the tips of my fingers. “Make my fingers nice and wet and watch me touch myself, then.”

He parts his lips, tongue darting out to wet the pads of my fingers before opening wider and taking them into the warmth of his mouth. Heat pulses through my pussy, and I hold back awhine because the sight of him sucking on my fingers is just as hot as when he has his tongue on my clit.

“That’s enough,” I say when I simply can’t take it anymore.

Ben releases my fingers with a wet pop, and I can’t help but drag them down the line of his chin through the slick hairs of his beard, still wet with me. He licks his lips, following the drop of my hand as I trace the seam of my pussy, slicking my fingers over my swollen clit.

The touch has my back arching, pleasure clenching in both my stomach and pussy. The sensation is more intense with him watching, with a hand at my hip as he rocks his in time with each stroke of my fingers.

“I think I like it when you watch me,” I breathe, chest growing tighter with each inhale.

He squeezes my neck, grip tight and possessive, and my skin pebbles with goosebumps all over. “You like touching your soaked little pussy, rubbing your needy clit for me?”

I nod, thoughts hazy and jumbled, tongue heavy in my mouth.

“And when you’re all alone, is this how you touch yourself when you think of me?”

Again, I nod.

His gaze cuts up to my face just as he squeezes my throat another fraction tighter. My pulse thrums beneath his fingers, beating harder than before.

“Words,” he says quietly. “I want to hear you say it.”

My fingers stutter over my clit, rising to rub a slow circle just above the nerves, the way I touch myself when everything is so sensitive and overwhelming.

“This is how I touch myself when I’m alone, thinking of you,” I rasp, head tilting back to lean on his shoulder, holding me steady as a shudder rolls down my spine. “Sometimes I’ll use my vibrator. Sometimes a dildo so I can imagine it’s your cock filling me to the fucking brim.”

His hips jerk, cock throbbing against me, and I tilt my hips back for the easy glide of his cock in the cradle of my ass.

“And how does it feel, when you come thinking of me?”

“So fucking good.” My breath hitches, fingers circling and stroking my clit faster, more pressure, more blood pounding in my ears. “But never as intense as when I’m with you.”

“And why do you think that is?”

Logically, I know the answer. I just want to hear him say it. Because whenever he speaks, whenever the rumble of his voice washes over me, it’s like little cracks of lightning echoing through my veins. And I crave the storm brewing under my skin.

“Tell me.” I suck in a breath, legs trembling harder with each passing second as pleasure winds tight through my body. “Please tell me.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.” He sighs, hips rocking into me with jerkier thrusts. “I can bring you higher, further than you can take yourself. The loss of control, the rise of adrenaline, the anticipation—it feeds that greedy little body of yours until you’re all mine for the taking. Because your pleasure is mine, Emmeline. And you’ll give it all to me.”

I choke on his name in response, seizing up as my climax slams into me with one final sweep of my fingers over my clit.

“So beautiful,” Ben groans, his hand squeezing my throat before he swings me around to grab the back of my neck, pushing me forward to bend over again.

I fall forward to brace onto my forearms, my orgasm still racing through my limbs even as he pushes his cock into my fluttering pussy.

“Ben,” I cry out as he hammers into me, my walls gripping him tight as the head of his cock hits deep, my clit spasming right along with the rest of my body.

“That’s it, baby. Milk the cum from my cock with this gorgeous fucking pussy.”

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