Page 55 of Sugar Baby

Angel grips my waist and squeezes hard. “Take it like a good girl.”

Tears well and my lip trembles, but my hips rock in time with his. The pain mingles with my pleasure and, somehow, it feels good. I want him to hurt me. I want him to keep hurting me.

I never want him to stop.

Hunter’s face is made of stone, the boyish features tensing as his eyebrows pull together. Then he growls and slams his hips in twice more before going completely fucking still, mouth slackening as he heaves in several breaths with his eyes closed.

He pulls out of me, his hand relaxing around my ankles, but before I can untwine them, Daddy’s hand is there, gripping tightly, forcing my hips up even higher. I can feel the cum inside of me, all three loads mixing together.

“My turn, baby.”

I moan and my head rolls to the side.

As he fills me, it takes all my concentration to not come. I float and concentrate on that sensation, distracting my body and mind from the very urgent need inside of me.

“It’s almost over now, princess. You can do it. You can be good for your daddy. You’ve been so perfect. Let your last daddy finish using you, and then we are going to make you feel so good.” Angel reaches up and tucks some of my hair behind my ear as he whispers words of encouragement that sound far away.

Daddy’s dick rubs against all of my sensitive places, and with every inward thrust, he rubs his thumb against my clit. I want to pull my legs up higher. I want to push out. I want more. I never want this to end.

I want to float forever.

“Are you ready for Daddy’s load, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy, so ready,” I slur, my lips feeling weirdly numb.

Angel’s fingers smooth a line of heat up and down my ribs as Daddy groans, his dick doing several long, deep strokes inside of me.

Pride fills me.

I did this. I made them all come.

Me.

Little miss nobody.

I did it.

They all wanted me.

I was enough.

Daddy pulls out of me and his hands cup my ass, raising me higher. “Squeeze for me, baby.”

I’m not sure what he means exactly, but my body responds by squeezing the inner walls of my vagina. Cum oozes out of me.

Then fingers are there, pushing it back in. Now I’m empty, but full of wetness.

“Again.”

Lazily, I squeeze again and feel cum drip down toward my asshole.

“Fuck.”

It’s all scooped up and pressed back into me.

“You’ve been such a good girl for us. Perfect. Our perfect baby girl. And good girls get rewards. Come, baby. Whenever you’re ready. You have permission.” Daddy’s words are punctuated by a crooking of his fingers deep inside of me. They graze along that sensitive spot inside me and, this time, I give in to the fire.

I whimper and rock my hips, and as if he knows exactly what I need, Daddy’s mouth lands on my clit and sucks.

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