Page 52 of Sugar Baby

When Xavier enters Emmy from behind, Darcy sinks the full length of himself into her mouth, holding there. Without her hair being held, it lies in a twisted rope down her back, and she has control over her angle. But even with that, I can see the way her throat has filled with his cock.

She gags, her stomach clenching as her body works to expel the foreign object, but he holds where he is, staring down at her. Xavier starts pumping into her, hands gripping her hips as he rocks in and out.

Emmy’s face is red, and a vein has appeared between her eyes, along with a wild gleam as she struggles to hold in her primal urge to survive. But she is so good. She stays still, trusting in Darcy to give her air when she needs it.

And he does. When he finally lets her catch a breath, he pulls out all the way, dropping her head. She continues to gag, her entire body jolting from her life saving actions, combined with Xavier’s forceful thrusts.

Hudson is there to feed her his cock a little early for my liking, the daddy within me rising to the front as Emmy’s eyes grow wide as her lips are stretched. The obscene noises that the four of them are making form the backing track to the dirty talk coming from Hudson and Darcy.

“Fuck yeah, suck that cock, little girl. I can feel the back of your throat as you gag. It’s tightening around me, fuck, yes, just like that.”

“She’s such a good little cocksucker, absolutely fucking perfect at it.”

“Did you need some air, kitten? Do you want to breathe? Or can you hold it for me? Can you be a good girl and hold it a little longer? You can do it, baby girl. Just a few more seconds, yes, fuck, that throat is so tight, kitten. You’re making me so proud.”

The entire time, Emmy stares up at Hudson as he fucks her face. Her eyes are glazed over, and with every piece of praise he gives her, she relaxes more. Submitting.

Jesus fucking christ.

I think this might be the best goddamn night of my life.

Chapter 22

Emery

My head feels fuzzy and my limbs are heavy, but that fire . . . it’s burning me from the inside out. As my entire body thrums with its heat, I’m sure I am going to explode.

Everything is oversensitive, and I’m struggling to fight the orgasm that Hunter is driving me toward. He is hitting a spot inside of me that’s never been lit up the way it is right now, andI have no idea if that’s just him and his girth or the piercing, but fuck, I love it.

I never want it to end.

Suddenly, the burn in my lungs gets so bad that it pushes at the hazy, floaty feeling, and I try to pull my head away from Viper. Seeming to understand that I’m desperate, he pulls out too.

The way air seesaws in and out of my lungs is a distant concern, far less pressing than the fact that I am about to come. As soon as I can get my mouth to work, I beg for permission. I don’t know how many more times I’m going to be able to hold it off, but I do love the way they tell me I’m a good girl when I can manage it.

“Please, can I come? Daddies, I need to come. Please. Please, Daddy. I—” I break off with a sob. Holy shit, I’m burning. I lower my head and try to breathe, arching my back and trying to get away from Hunter’s thrust. “I’m going to be bad, no, no, no, please, stop. I don’t want to be bad. Daddy, no, please. Stop. I can’t hold it. I can’t. Please don’t make me be bad. I want to be your good girl. No, Daddy. Stop. Please.”

I’m empty so suddenly that I almost collapse onto the bed. My arms tremble, and my pussy clenches around nothing, my orgasm right at the fucking crest. All it would take is for someone to blow air on me, and I’d go up in flames. I manage to sob out my thanks, even as a gross, icky feeling starts to crawl down my spine. Like they have left me. “Thank you.”

But then there is a calming hand, gently rubbing down my back. “Shh, princess. We’ve got you. One more, okay? One more, for us. Can you do it for us? You are doing so well.”

I raise my head and stare up into Angel’s dark blue eyes and hiccup my answer. “Yes, Daddy. One more. I can do it.”

“Good girl, princess. Come here. Just like before, come sit on my lap. I’ll fill you back up, and you’ll feel so good.” Angel holds his hand out to me, and I slowly slip mine into his.

He nods and smiles as I raise up onto my knees. Everyone shuffles around until Angel is leaning back against the pillows again. I swing my leg over his chest, but I lose my balance and tip forward, and he groans from behind me.

Angel’s hands grip my ass cheeks as he spreads them apart to take a better look at my holes. Then I feel a finger tracing around the entrance of my pussy, and my mouth drops open.

“Look at this pussy, all puffy and pink. I can’t wait to see what it looks like with our loads dripping out of it.”

A shiver runs from the top of my spine, all the way down to where his finger is still tracing me. I’ve never had someone come inside of me. Not once. But, fuck, I want my daddies to come inside me. On me. Anywhere they want.

I moan and rock my hips but get a swat on the ass that shocks a gasp out of me as the sting spreads.

“Naughty girl, you’ll get what we give you,” Angel says as he squeezes right over my tender flesh.

“S-sorry, Daddy,” I stutter as I push myself upright and try not to cry. Why am I so emotional? Why does it feel like everything is so . . . much?