Page 40 of Sugar Baby
He pauses, breathing in deeply when he catches the scent of it. “Sophia.”
My name on his lips is something I want to hear while he is fucking me. I want him to growl it while he pulls my hair and maybe gives my arse a quick spank.
“Uhm…” My cheeks go hot when these rampant thoughts gallop through my head, teasing my heat-foggy senses into reacting with even more vigour.
“Perhaps I should leave,” he says, but I can see the question in his eyes.
“I still have my heat,” I blurt out, not wanting him to go, but for the life of me, I can’t fathom why.
He tilts his head, asking me to elaborate.
When I remain silent, our gazes locked, he says, “What are you asking of me?”
I want to be obtuse and ask him what he thinks I’m asking of him, but that is immature when I should stand up and tell him exactly what I want from him.
Shakily, I get to my feet and, standing in front of him in just Trent’s t-shirt, I give him a bold glare. “You entered my room knowing I was on my heat. What did you come in here for?” I ask, turning the tables on him.
“I couldn’t stay away,” he replies, startling me with his honesty. “Ever since I met you the other day, you have never left my thoughts. Your scent…” He draws in a breath which ends with a possessive growl.
It peaks my nipples and sends more slick sliding down my inner thighs.
How slutty can one omega be to have thoughts of a strange alpha railing her when another alpha has just left her bed.
When he smells this good, who cares? His scent is consuming me, driving me wild, forcing me to whip the t-shirt over my head to stand before him naked and full of an omega need that only he can satisfy at this moment. I don’t know why him. He could be a mad stalker or murderer, for all I know.
“Sophia,” he rasps, taking in every inch of my body. He crosses over to me slowly, and when he is within touching distance, he shocks me by bending down to pick up the t-shirt and pops it back over my head, working my arms through the holes, dressing me like a child.
“I’m not in a rut,” he murmurs. “I can’t help you.”
Disappointment crashes into me, but I try not to show it. I wasn’t just after his knot, and I don’t want him to think that. I wantedhim. But now he has turned me down, I don’t know what to do.
He brushes my hair back from my face with a soft smile, curling it behind my ear. “You are beautiful. I want to take what you’re offering, but I can’t be sure if this is just your heat.”
“It’s not.”
“Stick that bottom lip out. I want to see you pout,” he murmurs.
Blinking at the bizarre request, I do as he asks. His eyes flood with heat and raw lust. It astounds me that such a small thing can garner such a response from him. He runs his thumb over it and then drops his hand lightly to my throat.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Sophia?”
I nod.
“I think you’re a little bit naughty.”
I suck in a breath, trying not to be so turned on by his words.
“You’re trying to seduce me. You are practically begging me with your eyes to ride your soaking wet pussy.”
“Uhn,” I moan softly. “Please.”
He closes his eyes and smiles. It’s a wicked curve of his lips, and it thrills me to my core. “Say it again.”
“Please.”
“What do you want me to do?” He opens his eyes, fixing his gaze on mine.
“Ride my pussy until I come all over your cock.”
