Page 44 of Sugar Baby

With every single one of his thrusts, I give in to the urge and let my throat choke on his dick, trying to push him out of me. He grips both sides of my face and starts fucking my mouth for real.I feel every ridge and vein of the underside of his cock as it slides rhythmically over my tongue.

I startle and gag for real as hands that don’t belong to Angel smooth along the back of my neck. My hair is gathered at the base of my head and then the grip tightens, the strands pulling at my scalp. Zings of pleasure zap down my spine, and if I could, I’d moan.

I’m past wondering what the fuck is going on and why this time is so different from the others. All I know is that this feels fucking amazing, and I’m going to take whatever they give me.

“Look at our little cock sucker. Are you enjoying having your daddies fuck your face?” Everyone can hear Daddy, but with Angel’s dick occupying my mouth, I can’t get any words out.

I hope a moan will be enough, because it’s all I can manage with my lips wrapped around the base of Angel’s cock and my nose buried in his manscaped pubic region.

Angel’s eyes slide shut as he tips his head back. “Fuck.”

Then he pulls all the way back and steps away.

I pout up at him. Why did he take it away from me?

My hair is tugged to the side, and I turn to look at Hunter. His expression is still stony, but his dick is straining, red, and angry. And fuck, he is the one with the piercing. Up close, the silver of the ring glints, a tiny pearl of pre-cum clinging to the slit, threatening to roll down the metal.

Hunter takes ahold of his cock and gives it a slow stroke, adding more to the pearl. Saliva floods my mouth at the sight. He steps closer, but I can’t reach for him with the way Daddy is still gripping my hair and my hands tied behind my back.

I squirm in place and stare up at Hunter. Why is he taking so long? Why won’t he just give it to me?

Then I remember my lip and the way he bit it, seemingly enjoying the way he hurt me. Made me bleed.

Was it the blood or the pain?

The way he licked his lips after . . . it was totally the blood.

I suck the still tender skin into my mouth, and his eyes snap to the action. Using my teeth, I worry at the small cut there until I can taste metal. Releasing my lip, I dart my tongue out to toy with the cut, making sure to tug at the torn flesh. Then I open my mouth wide, the sharp flick of pain letting me know the pose is pulling at the wound.

Hunter’s pupils are wide, and I know I’ve hit the mark for him when he comes closer and uses the underside of his cock to rub against the blood and then smears it across my lips like lipstick. I’m surprised when the metal of his piercing is warm and not cold.

I don’t take my eyes off his face. He’s concentrating on my mouth and the way I stay perfectly still for him. His expression doesn’t change as he slowly starts to sink into me. I relax everything—my tongue, my jaw, my throat—and he slides all the way down my throat.

There is a quick “Jesus christ” muttered from someone in the room, but I have no idea who said it. My eyes are closed, and I’m holding my breath, waiting for him to pull back so that I can breathe.

But he waits. And he waits. My throat clenches as my lungs demand air, but I’m determined to stay completely still and be a good girl for him.

He finally pulls back, and I can feel the piercing drag along my tongue as I suck in some much-needed air. I open my eyes and look up at him, a tear rolling down the side of my face from the effort it took not to gag and sputter all over him.

Hunter’s lips are parted, dick still half in my mouth.

“Color,” a gravelly voice demands.

I don’t break eye contact with Hunter as I attempt to talk around his dick. “Green.”

He must get the message because he surges forward, his dick going to the back of my throat again.

My fingers twist and grip at the satin restraints as he holds out longer this time, and I can’t stop my body from heaving as he finally pulls out all the way. Saliva clings to his dick as I struggle to catch my breath.

My hair tightens against my scalp as Daddy’s grip forces me to turn back to Viper and Angel. All three cocks are within inches of my face, and I desperately wish my hands were free. The idea of stroking two and sucking one—or even stroking and sucking two at the same time—has me squirming on my knees.

“Don’t close that mouth. You keep it open, like a good little girl. If you need a break, close both hands into fists.”

At Daddy’s words, I open both hands, spreading my fingers out wide, eyes darting between the three dicks. “Yes, Daddy.”

No sooner are the words out of my mouth than it is stuffed full with Viper’s dick. He starts off with quick, short thrusts, and I do my best to suck and lick. But then he speeds up, and I have to concentrate on breathing properly.

Warmth coasts over my shoulder and down my back and then Daddy is talking in my ear.

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