Page 145 of Riding the Sugar High

“Oh,” I breathe out. Is that what she has in mind? Because I’ve been picturing her mouth wrapped around my cock every single day since I...well, met her.

My hands slide down her back until I’m cupping her ass. She likes it when I slap it, and I love to see my red print on her perfect skin.

When my fingers graze her asscheek under the skirt of her dress, she flinches. “Sensitive?”

“Yes,” she breathes out. Her hand runs down my chest, settling on my stomach, while the other still holds onto the lollipop. “And nervous.”

“Nervous? About what?”

“I’ve never done it before.”

Oh. She’s never given head? I can’t even lie about it; the idea of being the first one to fuck her mouth fills me with a weird sort of pride. Makes me want to be the last one too.

“I think you’ll be a natural.” I press a thumb on her bottom lip, pulling her mouth open. “And besides, you don’t need to be nervous about anything you do with me.”

“Hmm.” She swallows, her tongue twitching. I can picture it against my shaft, my head lodged at the back of her throat.

Once I let her mouth go, she softly exhales.

“Are you going to teach me, Logan?”

“Teach you what, Barbie?”

She tilts her head as if telling me she knows I fully understand what she’s talking about. I still want to hear her say it. “Teach me how to suck cock.”

“No,” I say, ignoring her disappointment, “I’ll teach you to suckmycock.”

She nods, languid eyes lost in mine.

“Show me how you use your tongue.”

When she doubtfully glances at the lollipop in her hands, then back at me, I nod.

“Like this?” Her lips wrap around it, then her tongue does, and my knees turn weak.

“Yeah,” I whisper. I swear, I depend on her movements. I crave her like a shower after hours in the sun, like my bed after working in the fields. She’s the natural conclusion to my day, and the only place I need to return to.

The fleeting thought of her imminent departure has my throat clamping down, but I sink my fingers into her hair and pull her closer. “Tongue out.”

She obeys, her breaths coming out quickly.

“Rub it over your tongue.”

Eyes fluttering, she rubs it back and forth. My cock hardens, painfully pressing against the zip of my jeans. “Once you’re sucking my dick instead of candy, I’ll drive it to the back of your throat until you choke on it.”

She whimpers, her hand shaking as she presses her legs together. My Barbie. She gets hot and bothered so easily. One word delivered in the right way, one brush of my fingers where she likes it most, and she writhes against me, begging me with those sweet blue eyes.

Just like she’s doing right now.

“Would this feel good?” she asks as she pushes the tip of her tongue against the lollipop and drags it over it. “On your, um...tip?”

“Yes,” I wheeze out. “Don’t stick anythinginit, and keep your teeth to yourself. Everything else is pretty great.”

“But what’s the best?”

“Honestly? Watching you on your knees working my dick with your hand and tongue. Knowing you’re mine—so mine that you let me take your mouth.”

She looks lost in thought for a second, and I know she’s fishing for much more specific information about what makes me go crazy, but I don’t want her to put pressure on herself. Anything she’ll do with my dick in her mouth will be extraordinary anyway.

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