Page 43 of Sugar Baby

If we had one more night . . . Fuck.

I reach for my cock and give it a single long stroke that Emmy watches with rapt attention. Stepping right up to her, I press the head against her lips. She doesn’t resist, and I sink my cockpast her pink lips, the hot wetness of her tongue massaging the underside.

Her cheeks hollow as I pause, half my length in her mouth, and I feel the suction she applies, my balls tightening alarmingly at the sensation. Pulling back, I stare down at her as she sucks at the very head, tongue coming out to play with the slit. I swallow and have to breathe through my nose, willing my cock to calm the fuck down.

You will not come on the first fucking suck.

Jesus christ, it’s like being fourteen all over again.

Changing gears, I reach for her chin and grip either side of her jaw firmly, then start to shallowly fuck her mouth. Small thrusts, letting her get used to the motion. She’s good, stays perfectly still, letting me do my thing.

Emmy’s focus is trained on my face, her head tilted back the slightest amount and, fuck, watching my cock disappearing in and out of such an angelic-looking face is once again pushing me to the edge.

I need to wreck her a little more.

On my next thrust forward, I don’t pull up. I keep pushing in, slowly, until I’m pressing up against the back of her throat. Her eyes widen, and this time, when her cheeks sink inward, it’s not because she is sucking. No. It’s her first gag of the evening.

Her entire body convulses, and her eyes water as I pull back, but she doesn’t draw away. Instead, she leaves her mouth open, the head of my cock resting on the tip of her tongue as she struggles to get herself back under control.

This girl.

I want to fucking keep her.

I change my grip to her hair, fisting it tightly, and drive my cock back into her, finally giving in to the threat of abusing her tender throat. But the surprises keep on coming. Where I expect to hit the back of her throat again, I don’t. Instead, I slip right onpast and sink in until her nose is buried in the dip above my cock and she is forced to break eye contact because of the angle.

And then she fucking swallows. Her throat muscles spasm around my cock. It takes me a moment to remember to pull back, so she can breathe.

I was so fucking wrong.

We aren’t going to wreck her.

She is going to destroy us.

Chapter 18

Emery

Viper’s eyes are molten as he stares back down at me. His dick is glistening right in front of my face, but he isn’t making any move to put it back in my mouth. I flick my tongue out and lick the tip, needing the taste of him again.

Those filthy fucking words he said while playing with my tits before stuffing my mouth full started the fire within me again.I’m so freaking eager to burn myself a second time that I’m willing to act the brat for them.

He stares down at me with a gaze that scorches. His nostrils flare before he takes a step back.

Beside him, Angel takes his place, his messy bun a little messier after having his head buried between my legs in the single hottest fucking moment of my life. I’m still a little high from it. If sucking all of their dicks like a pro will get me another orgasm like that, I’ll suck every single one of them like they are goddamn lollipops, right down to the stick.

Angel holds his dick out for me, but I already have my mouth open. Like Viper, he starts off slow at first, but he doesn’t stop halfway. All the way from the first stroke, and damn, my pussy likes that. I spread my legs a little, mostly for stability but also hoping to ease some of the ache that has started up once again.

It doesn’t help. If anything, I want to press my legs together tightly to help with the throbbing.

As he hits the back of my throat, I try to inhale. Past experience tells me that if I don’t concentrate on letting them get down my throat, I’ll have problems tomorrow.

I’ve sucked enough cock that I know relaxing into it and deep throating is better than trying to stop them going too far. They’ll go all the way, whether I want them to or not. By relaxing, at least I won’t be in pain for the next few days.

On his second thrust, I get it right, and he slips down the back. Leaning forward, I angle things a bit better to ease the pressure on my gag reflex. But I still gag, and through my watery eyes, I see that delicious V of his flex.

Oh, he likes that.

So, I give him what he wants.