Page 54 of Sugar Baby
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” I repeat the refrain over and over as my entire focus shrinks to the spot where I am connected to my daddies.
“Open,” a dark voice says before a dick is pressed to my lips.
Without opening my eyes, I open my mouth, and then Hunter is fucking it. He doesn’t go deep, keeping his thrusts shallow. I open my eyes to look at him, but he isn’t looking at my face. His concentration is on my stretched-open pussy.
I swirl my tongue around him and suck him into my mouth. He pays me no heed, continuing to watch the live porn in front of him. The hazy feeling is threatening to take over again, and I go with it, loving the floaty feeling that these men bring out in me.
As if they can feel my mind relaxing, the three of them pick up their pace, and Viper’s sexy voice fills the room.
“Look at you, spread open for us. Taking three cocks like the good fucking little girl that you are. Your tits are fucking amazing, kitten. Rosy pink nipples, all tight and ready to be pinched. Play with them for us. Cup your breasts and squeeze those nipples.”
Like his words have direct control over my body, my hands raise, and I cup my tits, giving them a squeeze. As I roll my thumbs over my nipples and gasp around Hunter’s dick, he slips into the back of my throat with a curse of his own.
“You love having your nipples played with?” Viper asks, though it feels like more of a statement. “I wish I’d brought a few of my toys. I could have made your nipples look so pretty for us.Tassels clamped on? Or a chain linking the two? Fuck, yes, the chain. Then we could pull and tug on it, drive you fucking insane. Squeeze those nipples again.”
I swallow and do as I’m told, but then whimper because the bolts of pleasure that streak between the taut peaks and my pussy bring me right up to orgasm. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench fucking everywhere.
I am not going to come.
No.
I’m not.
I’ve been good so far.
I can feel it, the explosion, it’s right there. Right fucking there.
Oh shit, oh no. Fuck.
I let go of my tits and shake my head hard enough to dislodge Hunter’s dick from my mouth. “No, I can’t, don’t.”
The bed dips on the other side, then pain flares along my scalp as my hair is tugged tightly. I look at Daddy, who has finally joined us on the bed, and his face is menacing and angry.
“You fucking hold it, little girl. Do not fucking come. You do not have permission. This will all end the moment you do. We’ll be done with you. Is that what you want? For us to be done? Or do you want more of this? More of our cocks filling that hungry little hole? Fucking you until you can’t walk for days. To have our cum dripping out of your pussy? You fucking hold it, do you understand?”
My chest constricts, and fear fills me, pulling me back from the fire. As my throat aches with tears, I manage a wobbly, “Yes, Daddy. I can hold it. I can be a good girl.”
He roughly turns my head back to Hunter’s cock and lets go of my hair, the order in his actions implicit. I open my mouth and Hunter surges back in. Like before, he stays shallow, but then Viper’s pace stutters.
“Fuck, you ready, kitten? I’m going to fill this pretty little cunt with my cum. Here it comes.”
His thrusts become harder and more drawn out, and then he stills inside of me, his hands gripping me so tight, I know I’m going to be covered in bruises tomorrow.
I fucking love that thought.
“Oh fuck, I can feel it, so fucking wet. Jesus, princess, your pussy is about to have two loads in it.”
Viper holds still, his face drawn in lines of pain and ecstasy as Angel’s pace picks up. Angel goes completely tense beneath me as his hips stutter a few times, and he groans loudly in my ear.
I’m beyond floating right now. I can feel them inside of me, and I can feel wetness building as I continue to suck and lick at Hunter’s dick. Viper is the first to pull out, followed by Angel, and they both groan, as if it physically hurts them to leave my pussy.
It hurts me. I feel empty. So fucking empty. And stretched. My opening feels like it’s gaping open, the lips sore and burning.
Hunter pulls free from my mouth as Viper moves off the bed and crawls down to take his place. I can feel Angel’s still-hard cock against the back of my thighs, but that doesn’t seem to bother Hunter. He has a feral look on his face as he lines himself up and thrusts in without any warning.
I gasp at how wet and full I am, and if I thought the noises my pussy made earlier were loud and sloppy, it’s nothing compared to now. Hunter pounds away at me and I whimper, wanting to close my legs. My pussy hurts so, so much. But I still need to come, so badly.
Hunter grabs my shins, crosses my legs like I’m a child, grips my ankles, then forces them toward my stomach. His hips never stutter; the brutal pace has me squirming and whimpering.