Page 48 of Sugar Baby

Dirty.

But never a good girl.

“Okay, Daddy,” I reply quietly before humming out a moan as the dick that is inside of me starts to pull out. The backs of my thighs feel wet, and I wonder if that’s from me? Did I piss myself or is that . . .?

Surely not.

But I’m so horny.

And I already came once.

Yes, it must be that.

Shock rockets through me as the dick leaves me completely, and I gasp. My pussy feels open and empty. Hands grip my hips and someone leans over me, draping their body over my back before they press a kiss to my shoulder.

“Your pussy is fucking glorious, kitten.”

Viper.

I suck in a breath and close my eyes again as emotion swells in me, but then he’s gone. I almost cry out, but then I feel someone else kneeling behind me.

Angel. It must be him.

Hunter took me first. I know, because I felt the piercing every time he entered me, dragging past my entrance and then rubbing that spot inside of me that lit me up from the inside out.

He used my arms to keep me hovering above Daddy’s dick, my lips trying to keep him inside me, but all I ended up doing was silently screaming as Hunter rearranged my insides. Saliva flowed from my open mouth, down over Daddy’s cock, and I had no choice but to stare at it.

A blunt head presses against my slit and then he slides into me and I could cry with relief.

Fingers pull through my hair. I’m sure it looks gentle, but it's anything but. They tug and snag, but never heed to the resistance.

“Next time you get close to orgasm, baby, I want to hear you beg to come.”

My eyes fly open and I stare up at Daddy, my face gently rocking backward and forward against his thigh as his friend slowly fucks me from behind. I frown.

I don’t have permission to come.

But he wants me to beg.

“But . . .”

He presses a thumb to my lips, and I eagerly suck it into my mouth, wishing it was a completely different part of him in my mouth. “But nothing. You still don’t have permission to come. We would all just love to listen to you beg.”

Viper suddenly appears over Daddy’s shoulder, and it takes my sluggish brain a minute to work out that he is standing behind the couch. “And kitten, it will let us know to slow down so that you don’t earn yourself a punishment.”

“So, you can beg for us, or you can come. Reward. Or Punishment. It’s your choice, baby,” Daddy explains as he removes his thumb from my mouth.

My lips form an O as I lower my gaze, which causes it to snag on Daddy’s cock. Fuck, I want to be impaled on that again. Feeling helpless. Stuck. Used. Not being able to bob up and down, and only being able to use my tongue and jaw to pleasure him was . . .

Just thinking about it had my throat aching with need.

I flick my gaze up to Daddy’s and then back to his dick.

He raises an eyebrow. “Do you want to suck my cock again, baby?”

I nod, eyes flicking between his face and his dick. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

“What my baby wants,” he replies as he grabs my hair and guides me over his dick.

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