Page 40 of Sugar Baby

My stomach clenches and my pussy feels empty, even as the fire is stoked within me to the top of the highest fucking skyscraper. The angle of Angel’s mouth changes, and his tongue is flicking over my clit like the tip of a pencil shading in the shadowed section of a drawing.

“Oh, fuck,” I manage on a whispered gasp as I can literally feel myself starting to leak.

I’ve had orgasms before, but they’ve all been at my own hand. And, honestly, they haven’t really been worth it. Way too much effort. And the angle to finger myself was way too awkward, so I haven’t really bothered all that much. And there’s never been enough cash to buy myself a vibrator. Not that Tray would havebought me one if I asked for it. Apparently, he is man enough to get the job done, but I’ve never had him clock out properly.

But, holy shit, this is so different. I need to come so bad that I feel like I’m about to piss myself. And wouldn’t that just be fucking embarrassing?Thanks for my orgasm, have a golden shower.

My tits are so tight, my nipples ache.

I’m momentarily brought back from the edge as lips brush against the shell of my ear.

“We haven’t spoken about rules,” Daddy whispers in my ear with his deep voice and it sends a shiver down my spine. “I won’t speak for the others, because I know they have their own, but one of mine is permission.” His nose nuzzles into the side of my neck, and my eyes slide shut as I tilt my head to the side to give him better access.

It’s the best I can do. My brain left my body the moment Angel’s lips touched the lips between my legs.

“Permission to come.”

“I—what?” My head is hazy, and I’m not sure I understand what he is implying. My orgasm is. Right. There.

“My baby girls are not allowed to come unless I expressly allow it.” Every one of his words rubs his lips against my ear, and I can both feel and hear the rumble of his voice.

I’m still struggling to follow along, but thank fuck, he senses that I don’t understand and spells it out for me.

“Baby, this is your chance to orgasm before we spend the next few hours taking what we want from you. You do not have permission to orgasm again until all four of us are done with you. Then, and only then, will I bury my face inside that tight little pussy and let you use my mouth however you need. So, I suggest you ride his face until you cover him with your orgasm, because you will be begging for your next one.”

As Daddy’s words worm their way through my mind, one of Angel’s hands slips down my thigh, fingers dragging against the bare skin until he traces over the outside of my entrance. I clench my hands around the strap of satin that runs across both my palms.

Gasping as a single finger enters me, my eyes open wide, only to collide with the intense gaze of Viper over Angel’s shoulder. His features are cast in shadow from the TV behind him, but the way he leans forward, forearms resting on his wide-spread knees, hands clasped together as he studies me is . . . fuck, it’s hot.

Like he’s watching his prize filly be led through her paces by her trainer.

Cool air replaces the hot, wet suction as Angel blows on my overheated flesh. Returning my attention to him, I find him smirking up at me as he pulls his finger out of me and then reinserts it. But, this time, it’s accompanied by a second. He maintains eye contact as he pistons his fingers in and out of me, and I’m completely captured by the heated glint in his eyes.

But then he crooks his fingers inside of me, and holy fucking christ. What the fuck was that? Nerves I didn’t know I have light up, and pressure begins to build. He does it again and again, and I can barely breathe, every fragment of my mind concentrating on the spot where we connect.

I throw my head back until it falls onto Daddy’s shoulder and thrust my breasts up, arching my back, a moan rolling from my lips. My clit is throbbing, and the way his fingers pump into me has my hips rocking, trying to keep him from leaving me. If I could draw my legs up any farther so that I could feel him deeper, then I would. But as it is, I can feel his knuckles bumping against either side of my entrance.

My blood tingles in my veins, like there isn’t quite enough flowing to my fingers and toes, let alone all my organs. But Icouldn’t care less. I’m so fucking green right now that they could set me on fire, and I’d still scream that I’m green.

“What do you need, baby girl?” Daddy asks, his voice loud enough for all of them to hear. “What’s going to push you over the edge for us? What’s going to make you come all over your daddy’s fingers? What do you need?”

My mouth is dry and my throat aches. “His mouth, please. I need more.”

“Please, what?” Daddy reprimands, his hands squeezing my thighs almost painfully before releasing. “Ask him. Beg him for what you need.”

The pain sends heat shooting down the backs of my thighs, and I gasp and throw the small amount of dignity I have left in the trash. “Please, Daddy. I need your mouth, on my—my pussy. Please. I need your fingers in my pussy and your mouth on my clit. Please. Don’t stop.”

Angel pauses as his features go hard, and there is a growl in my ear that I feel rumble in the chest pressed against my back. I dart my eyes between Viper and Hunter, and I can see they have stilled just as much, and a sinking feeling fills my stomach.

Did I do something wrong?

Was that not enough?

I swallow and try to find the right words. “Please, Daddy, I need you. I need to come.” I rock my hips on the fingers still thrust within me, slowly fucking myself on them. “Please use your mouth on my pussy, I need it. I need it so bad. Please, Daddy. I want it. I want everything. I want to come. I want you to use me after. I want to feel all of you inside of me. I need it.”

The truth of those last three words hits me. I really do fucking need to feel all of them inside of me. Whether that’s just the intense wave of desire that is slamming into me right now or not, I have no idea. I just want it.

I need these four men to fuck my insides out until they ruin me.

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