Page 94 of Sugar Baby Mine

“You feel so good squeezing my cock. Did you miss me?”

I tuck my feet back under his thighs, pushing my knees wide until my legs burn, and plant my weight against the seat of the car to lift myself up and drop back down.

Heat spreads like wildfire through my veins, curling and licking all the derelict spots that haven’t seen any attention since, well, three days ago, to be exact.

He has me out here acting a fool for him when it’s been less than a week since he touched me like this. He saw me and told me I looked beautiful even when I was wearing my favorite white top—the one I never leave the house in, because it has a red stain on the chest from some spaghetti, but love too much to throw out.

“Yes, I missed you.” Even though he made it clear before the gala that I need to enjoy the present, I follow his lead wherever he’s willing to take me, like a lamb to slaughter.

He grips my hips, pulling me in a hard roll against his pelvis, my clit rubbing against him with the wet satin of my panties as added friction, but it’s not going to be enough. Not like this. Not here.

My nails dig into Ben’s shoulders, and I hear his hiss as I glance around the windows for the eyes of people who aren’t there, but I still feel like sandpaper all over my skin anyway.

“How many times do you want to come on my cock before I fill you up?”

I glance over my shoulder at my jeans as I bounce on his cock before dragging one of his hands from my hip to the front of mypanties.

“Two.” I don’t mention that he’s not cumming inside me, though. I like these jeans too much for that, even if he has something to clean up with.

“You sure that’s all this greedy little pussy wants?” He slips his hand beneath my panties, fingers smoothing through the trimmed hair over my mound, and down over my labia to trace around where we’re joined.

It sends little pulses of pleasure through my limbs like an electric current, magnified by the way his cock hits every part of me I’m always aching for.

“We’re short on time,” I say, head tipping back as I gape at the beige ceiling of the car. He slicks his now wet fingers up over my clit to trace slow circles.

“Baby, I’d stay here all day if it’s what you wanted.”

I’m sure he would. Though the back of the car is not going to be it for a post-sex cuddle.

I suck in a breath, spine bending me forward as he rubs over my clit with a deep, slow pressure that has me spasming. “It’s barely the afternoon, I want to see around town.”

“Well then, you better fucking come on my cock, little bird.” His voice is a growl into the shell of my ear, his breath tickling my skin and sending a shudder all the way down my spine that burns in my center.

I’m already there.

“Oh fuck, yes—I’m gonna come.” He traces over my clit, up and around as he shifts his hips up from below me since I’ve become lifeless in his lap, frozen up as those tendrils of pleasure start to burst forth and wind around me pulling tighter.

He makes a noise of affirmation, continuing the same movement and speed. It’s only a few more passes over my clit before my vision begins to white out as pleasure consumes my entire being. It’s toe-curling, drool-spilling-over-my-bottom-lipgood as I begin to shake in his hold.

It always feels so much like floating with him. He pulls me back down the flow of gravity with his fingers soothing my tender, swollen clit again.

“Harder. Faster,” I demand, because now I need more. I need it to twinge on the edge of pain, riding the last waves of my orgasm to jump to the next instead of starting from the beginning all over.

“I love a girl who knows what she wants,” he says, and I nearly convulse in his lap with the way my spine seizes up.

“And I fucking wantyou.” The words drop from my lips before I can stop them. I have to grab hold of his hair, fingers sinking in and pulling tight like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this plane of existence.

“Ride my cock again, Emmeline.”

He pulls me back into myself with a sharp pinch to my clit and it has my legs shaking, trembling with the way I’m already on the precipice of jumping head first into the soothing cool of another orgasm.

I lift up and down from his cock, never quite letting him slide all the way home, but it hits one of the spots that makes my chest tight and skin tingle. And with the way Ben’s breathing, I don’t think he minds the tease along the head of his cock.

His fingers brush directly over my clit, the nerves inside me lighting up further, and everything feels raw and fraying at the edges until I’m one spark away from a full blaze again.

“I’m gonna come again already,” I say, like he doesn’t already know with the way my pussy is clamping down around him and my limbs are growing stiff and shaky all at once. “And after I can fucking move, I’m getting down on my knees to swallow down your cum.”

His cock kicks inside me, hips thrusting up harder where he’s helping me along. His hand trembles against my clit beforepressing in more firmly, pinching and rubbing over the bundle of nerves with even more fervor.

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