Page 95 of Sugar Baby Mine

“You’d better be quick about it then.”

“Which one?”

“Fucking both,” he groans, lips at my ear and neck. My skin heats up further, and I feel like I’m suffocating.

Remind me never to get hot and heavy in the back of the car on a summer day or I might have a stroke.

“Oh yeah?” I coo, leaning into his neck and letting my lips skim up his throat and jaw, nipping at the skin on the way to his ear. “You worried you’re gonna blow all that delicious cum in this pussy before I can get my mouth on you?”

He tenses underneath me, fingers slipping over my clit and other hand digging in harshly in my hip to roll me over his cock against his hand. It sends a heady rush swirling through my veins, lighting the fuse for the ticking time bomb on my own impending explosion.

“No,” he says gruffly, almost a growl. “I’m gonna come down that slutty little throat just the way you want. That way you can walk around with my cum in your belly the rest of the day. You seem to enjoy that.”

He enjoys it, too, fucking bastard. But my breath catches in my chest, words halting in my throat when he slams me down on his cock and grinds my hips over him. His fingers pinch and tug my clit. The pleasure feels so white hot, it burns all along the edges of my sanity until I’m not sure there will be anything left when everything settles back into place.

“Fucking—” A hiccup bubbles up my throat as I dig my nails into his shoulders. He hisses once more, but doesn’t let up, keeping the same delicious pace with both his fingers and the thrust of his hips as I struggle to even move my own. “Hurts.”

“And what color does it bleed, baby?”

“Green,” I say, breathless.

“And if everyone could see you right now, they’d be burning with envy—coming on my cock like such a good fucking girl.”

He eases up on my clit just a bit, one feather light touch directly over the swollen flesh, stroking all the way up. Goosebumps break out over my arms and neck even when I feel so hot all over. And then I break apart, those fraying pieces splintering like glass once more. It makes me go still in his lap, rigid and boneless all at once as my pleasure twists and turns through the dark parts of me, lighting me up from the inside out.

“There it is,” Ben soothes, though I can feel the tremble in his voice as his lips press to my neck. I blink rapidly, trying to pull myself together enough to have some semblance of thought.

I sit up, lifting onto my knees and let his cock pop free of my pussy, even if that makes my heart want to fucking weep.

“Keep it together. One more minute,” I tell him, licking my lips as I shuffle backward as awkwardly as a newborn giraffe, lowering to the floor between his thighs as he spreads them for me.

“Less than,” he grits out. His brows are pinched together, cheeks flushed down into his collarbone as he reaches down to squeeze the base of his cock and hold tight until I can get into place.

“It’s okay, give it to me, Daddy. Feed me your cum.”

Just as I lean in, my mouth over his cock, he rumbles out the hottest moan he’s given me this entire time we’ve been together, and my pussy fucking flutters like the bitch she is. Greedy slut.

“Don’t fucking swallow. I want to see my cum in your mouth.”

I hum around his cock, tasting myself on him, and he throbs as I slide further down. But it’s only another few seconds before Ben’s fisting my hair and pulling me back until only the head of his cock is resting between my lips, and he’s pumping my mouth full of cum.

Holding my jaw lax, I wait until he’s spent and suck the headof his cock for the last remnants as I pull away before tipping my chin up to him and sticking my tongue out.

He gazes down at me with an easy affection, his eyes half-lidded, chest still heaving with each dragging breath. He pets down the length of my hair, tugging my head further back as I tilt my head toward the ceiling.

“Atta girl,” he says, then sits up straight and leans deeply over me before spitting straight onto my outstretched tongue. His spit and cum splatter over onto my chin just a bit. “Now swallow it all down.”

I do so gladly.

My tongue runs over my lips, my thumb collecting the drops on my chin, not wanting to waste a drop, but he reaches out and snatches my wrist. His eyes drop from my mouth to my hand and I stare as he brings my thumb to his mouth, popping the wet digit covered in his cum and spit between his lips. His tongue swipes over me, tasting himself.

Fuck, I’m in trouble.

Chapter 24

The house Fred owns is beautiful. It’s situated on the very end of one of these baby peninsulas facing Shinnecock Bay with a private section of beach and a dock, which is currently empty because the boat is dry-docked for the winter; the boat being the only thing that’s actually Ben’s, so he says. Overall, I feel like a plebian even standing in the foyer of the home with cathedral ceilings and skylights with bright, light furniture and white woods.

It’s something out of a fucking magazine, and I don’t want to think about how I already want to come back again.

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