Page 45 of Sugar Baby
“You look so pretty with those tears running down your cheeks.”
I stutter on an inhale and lose my rhythm as his free hand comes around my body and cups my breast, the gentle touch at odds with the punishing grip he has on my hair and the harsh thrusting of Viper’s hips.
Daddy rubs his thumb back and forth over my taut nipple, and both of my breasts tighten painfully. I moan, but the noise is jagged and broken. Viper sinks all the way in until my lips touch the base of his dick. He thrusts shallowly, and I try to swallow around him.
Viper buries his hand in the hair on top of my head as he holds me still for him before he does two final short thrusts and pulls out.
Angel’s cock is shoved into my gasping mouth, and I gag, the sudden intrusion hitting the back of my tongue as I start an inhale. But he doesn’t give two fucks; if anything, it spurs him on. He puts one hand at the back of my head and takes his pleasure from my mouth.
“Suck those cheeks in, baby girl. Make that hole nice and tight for him. That’s it, just like that. You’re doing so good for us. I can’t wait to watch them bury their cocks in your pussy and then back down your throat. Have you ever tasted yourself?”
I manage the tiniest shake of my head, but holy fuck, the imagery. I’ve never fucked multiple men at the same time before. Yeah, there have been multiple in a day, in one session, even, but it was one after the other, rather than at the same time like this.
My pussy clenches, almost demanding a dick fill it right now. The sensation is fucking foreign. My inner walls ache with a need I’ve never felt before. My stomach muscles are screaming as I spread my knees farther apart, heels grinding into the flesh of my ass as I try and find a way to alleviate the discomfort.
Just as Angel thrusts into my throat, Daddy pinches my nipple, sending a streak of pain from the tip to my core, and I gasp. Angel mutters a list of expletives as he slides down my throat. I choke and splutter, my throat spasming around his dick. He stills, a guttural moan leaving him before he, too, pulls out.
I manage to suck in two gasping breaths before Hunter enters my mouth again. He places just the head at my lips, his thrusts only deep enough to make the flare of his head rub in and out of my lips.
I close my mouth to form a tighter circle and then suck as hard as I can, swirling my tongue around the tip, toying with the ringand slit, chasing any taste of him that I can find. His shirt raises enough that I can see his lower abs contract, and I make it my mission to make him flex the entire time he uses me.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Daddy’s hand squeezes my breast, almost distracting me. “Your hands are hanging loosely, not even a twitch. You’re loving the way they are using you, the way I’m controlling you. You want to be our play toy. For us to take our pleasure out on your hot little body. To use you until we’ve covered you in our cum. Don’t you, little girl?”
I moan, the noise so lusty, I’m shocked it came from me.
One of my knees slips off the pillow as I wiggle again, and I lose my seal on Hunter’s dick. My sudden movement seems to bring Hunter back to the room. He thrusts into my mouth and continues to do so, over and over, until all I can concentrate on is the inside of my mouth.
His cock is removed and another is added.
My eyes close, and I feel myself start to drift, mouth open, knees spread, breast massaged, as I revel in the hot sensation that thrums through my veins. I know I’m making noises, moaning, groaning, and slurping around the dick in my mouth, but they sound far away. Like someone else is making them.
My head starts to loll backward, and the only thing that keeps me upright is Daddy’s grip on my hair.
It takes me a minute to notice that there is no dick in my mouth. I open my eyes to slits and find that the room is slightly blurry and darker. My head is angled back, Daddy still gripping my hair, but I’m barely supporting myself.
My hair is released and I slump forward. I’m caught before I end up on the floor.
“Come here, princess.”
I’m picked up, and the room spins for a second before I’m deposited back on my knees, the pillow beneath them. Mysluggish brain doesn’t register it until I am once again kneeling, but I was skin on skin with whoever picked me up.
Are they all naked? Or just shirtless?
I can’t seem to work my way out of the fog enough to care beyond a gentle wandering of my mind.
“Open your eyes for me, pretty girl.” Gentle fingers touch my chin, and I slowly open my eyes to stare up at Daddy. “What’s your color?”
I hum. “Green, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Open for me.”
I smile. He called megood girl. I open my mouth and then it is filled. This dick is thicker than the other three, and I know it belongs to Daddy. I bend and lean closer so that I can take him all the way into my mouth, wanting to please him. Wanting to be his good girl again.
He weaves his fingers into my hair, and I imagine him tipping his head back and groaning at the ceiling.
My pussy throbs, and before I can even think about wanting a dick inside of me, I feel a warm, blunt object pressing at my entrance.
I moan, the sound deep and languid as I’m slowly stuffed from both ends, Daddy pressing down on my head and hands gripping my hips as a dick sinks all the way into me.