Page 93 of Sugar Baby Mine

“So fucking eager for my cock,” he breathes, like he’s breathless in anticipation for it as well.

“Always.” I hover over the space of his lap where he’s half-hard in his boxer briefs leaning forward, my fingers grazing the skin of his stomach. I brush upward, enjoying the way his abdominals jump in delight under my touch.

I tuck my feet under his thighs, and even though I’m nearly vibrating for want of him, I want to touch him, want to see the way his eyes go dark and his head falls back against the seat—Just. Like. That.

“Ben,” I call as my fingers wrap around his throat, a rush of power thrumming through my veins. His breath comes in a pant, his cock straining up against the space between us now. I flex my hips, rubbing the wet seam of my panties over the head of his cock.

“Tighter,” he demands. “Take my cock out and stroke it.”

I increase the pressure of my fingers around his throat and delight in the way his pupils blow even wider, my mouth curving into a grin. No wonder he likes the way I look when I beg for it, too.

I reach into his boxers, grabbing hold of his cock, hard and hot beneath my touch, and pull it out. He lets out a hiss through clenched teeth as I grip him tight from the get-go, stroking fromroot to top, twisting my wrist at the head of his cock.

“Fuck.” He shudders, hips bucking up into my hand, cock pulsing under the pressing of my thumb as I swipe it over the tip through the mess of precum leaking from the slit.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” I ask, fingers flexing around his throat and cock as I lean in to press my lips against his in a whisper of a kiss.

“Yes,” Ben pants, tongue darting out to lick at my lips, like he’s trying to steal the breath from my lungs.

“How much?”

His cock jumps in my grip when I squeeze tight at the base, his hips flexing as he groans. He grabs hold of the car seat with one hand, the other snaking up underneath my bralette, twisting the fabric in his hold and yanking me back. “Too much, it makes me lose my fucking mind.”

His grip pulls the satin and lace tight on my chest against my aching nipples and the jewelry swirling through them. I drop my hold on his cock and throat as he makes a noise of protest, but I have enough trouble multitasking as it is. My hands scramble at his thighs as my hips slide up over his cock, grinding down against him as he shifts up to rub against my pussy.

And it feels bone-shatteringly good.

“Oh shit,” I moan. “Can we fuck now?”

“Back to being my eager little slut, huh? Sink that wet fucking pussy on my cock.”

He lets go of my bralette to grab at my hips, pulling me in close enough for our breath to mingle. He smells like the cherry cola he stole a swig of from me earlier. I lick into his mouth, chasing the swipe of his tongue and the taste of the road trip candy I insisted we had to have. He’s sinfully sweet, just the way I like it.

I shimmy my hips, lifting up and grabbing hold of his cock again and stroking once more. Ben’s chest heaves with a breath as my thumb swipes over his slit incessantly, teasing the head ofhis cock and gathering the sticky precum.

Normally I’d spread it over my own tongue because I love the taste of him, but today…

“Open up first, stick out your tongue.”

“Emmeline,” he hedges, giving me a wary glance as his eyes shift down to my fingers. But I grab his chin with my other hand and hold tight. His gaze snaps back to my face, flickering between my eyes and mouth, war raging beneath his skin in the way he shifts beneath me.

“For me?” I ask, my chest tight with anticipation.

He stares at me with determination in his gaze, his shoulders relaxing back against the seat and does exactly as I ask.

“Good boy,” I say with delight, laying my fingers on his tongue and spreading the web of his precum over his tongue.

He grunts and his face twists the littlest bit, but he doesn’t protest much more than that. Certainly no visceral reaction that hehatedit, if his cock pulsing in my grip is any indication.

I lean in and give him a kiss when he closes his mouth before pushing off his jaw with my hand to reach down and pull my soaked panties to the side.

If I were a stronger person I’d tease him some more, play up the position of power he’s handed me during this barely-there scene in the back of his car. But I’m too desperate, too far gone to play around anymore than I already have. I lift higher up on my knees and settle over him.

With his cock nudging at my entrance, I lower down only a few inches before his hands fly to my hips and grab hold. Even with how wet I am, there’s been no extensive foreplay, no orgasms to pave the way this time, and he feels so fucking huge that it halts me.

“That’s it. Relax. You can take all of me,” Ben encourages, his voice low and slow. It melts my insides as I lean into him, hands resting on his shoulders.

Our breath combines in the quiet space of the car, and my bangs are sticking to my forehead. I already know it’s going to be a bitch to get my jeans back on after this. One breath in, one breath out, and I lower down again, shifting my hips up and down until the glide of his cock is easier within my walls and I’m fully seated.

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