Page 49 of Sugar Baby

He hovers my face there, his fucking amazing dick just out of reach of my mouth, as Angel pulls all the way out of me before slowly sliding back in. Needing to taste Daddy, I wait until Angel is almost all the way in, and then I use his momentum to reach out with my tongue and lick at the head of Daddy’s dick like a lollipop.

Daddy makes a hissing noise before applying pressure to the back of my head. But because I was straining against his hold, I end up deep throating him in a single move. I gag and cough at first, my stomach clenching, and I hear Angel groan from behind me.

“Fuck, her pussy clenches when she gags. Do it again.” He grips my ass with both hands and squeezes, hard, and pain flares across both cheeks.

Daddy adjusts his hold to either side of my face and raises my head. Then he thrusts his pelvis up as he forces my head down. Understanding the assignment, I gag so hard that my abs feel like they are touching my fucking spine.

Angel picks up his pace. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Princess, you feel so fucking tight.”

My body ricochets forward with every slap of my thighs against his, and I’d tell him his dick feels amazing if my mouth wasn’t full of Daddy’s dick.

The burning of my lungs becomes a secondary sensation as Angel picks up his pace, his dick hitting me just right and fueling the fire within me.

Way too quickly, I feel my orgasm building, but I can’t get the words out.

Panic starts because I don’t want to be a bad girl. No. Not tonight. I want to be good. So good. I don’t want a punishment. Tonight is my only night to be a good girl. This is my one chance.

I shake my head from side to side and then remember the thing about my fists. Quickly, I form one first and try to turn myhead to the side. As soon as my lips are free of Daddy’s dick, I give them what they want to hear.

“Please, I need to come. Oh my god, I need it. Please. Daddy, can I please come? Daddies. I need . . . I need . . . fuck. Please. Your cock feels too good. Can I come? Please? Can I? I don’t think I can hold it. Daddies, I need you, please.”

Angel’s thrusts slow, and then he pulls all the way out of me.

“No,” I all but scream on a sob. “No, don’t, please, I’ll be good. Don’t stop. I need more. Please.”

Tears well in my eyes and my chest aches.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay. You’ll get your rewards,” Daddy soothes, not bothering to wipe my tears away. His next word isn’t directed at me. “Bedroom?”

Agreement must be reached because gentle hands pull me upright, then Hunter crouches down in front of me.

I’ve barely had a chance to get my fill of their gorgeous bodies during our time so far, and now is no different.

He slips his hands between my biceps and my ribs and lifts me clean off the floor with his hands cupping my ass cheeks. His voice is low and husky when he says, “Wrap your legs around me.”

My hips twinge and my abs protest, but I lift my legs to wrap around his waist. Hunter repositions his hands, wrapping one around my back and arms while brushing the curve of my ass with the other. He raises me slightly, and then I feel his hand at my entrance, followed by him entering me. Once I am fully seated, he cradles me against his chest as we both catch our breaths.

When the overwhelming feeling of him inside me subsides a little, I clench my thighs around him and rock my hips, the urge to come still riding me hard.

A sharp sting flares in the side of my neck, and my body is conflicted over whether I should move closer or farther awayfrom the painful bite. He releases his teeth, then sucks at my neck, like he is a vampire trying to drink my blood.

And maybe he is. Maybe he wants another taste.

Then he whispers, “I wish I brought my knives with me.”

Chapter 21

Derek

Xavier whispers something to Emmy, and she stiffens in his arms before jerking her head back to look at him, her long brown hair fanning out the smallest amount. She stares at him with his cock buried inside of her.

I tense, wondering if he’s pushed her too far. Do I need to intervene?

But then she surges forward and takes him completely by surprise with a kiss. The muscles in her thighs tense as she pulls herself up, almost pulling right off Xavier before sinking back down. His fingers dig into the black lace covering her ass, and I know that tomorrow she’ll have bruises from the punishing grip.

I clench my hands into fists around the edge of the cushion I’m sitting on, the fabric giving way in an unsatisfying squish. My cock is so goddamned hard that I could hammer nails with it. If I was more decorous, I’d give some sort of shit about how it’s the only part of me exposed and pointing straight up at the fucking ceiling like a goddamn flagpole.

But I’m not, at least not in this part of my life. In my family and work life, I’m considered the straight-laced, rule-following asshole. Actually, that’s true in this part of my life as well; I just unleash my base nature and desires as well.