Page 34 of Sugar Baby
I shake my head.
He carefully removes his hands from me and stands up. “Erm…how—how old are you?”
I snort with amusement at his discomfort that he thinks he defiled an innocent girl. “Twenty-six.”
He breathes out in relief. “Thank fuck… I—I… Twenty-six?”
“Yes, for real. You can check my ID. Well, you could if I had my bag, but I don’t. I’m a late bloomer.”
“You are perfect,” he says, dropping onto the bed beside me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or have to explain yourself.” He leans over and kisses my forehead with a sweet kiss that makes me want to cry.
I tilt my head up and capture his mouth with mine, eager to get back to the business at hand. Shoving Cain firmly to one side, I focus on Trent. Face aside, they arenothingalike. Trent is sweet and caring, shy and lovely. Cain is a rude brute whose wandering dick can definitely stay away from me.
I twist my tongue around his, glad when he sinks into it again. His fingertips brush over the scratch marks he gave me, making me wince.
“Sorry,” he murmurs. “That was wrong of me.”
“It’s okay.” I honestly don’t mind that he marked me. I feel a connection to him that is crazy and new. It’s exciting and thrilling, and I want to do the same to him. I rake my nails softly down the left side of his neck.
He groans with lust and flattens me to the bed. “Sugar baby,” he whispers. “Let me ease your heat.”
“Yes,” I reply, giving him consent to ravage me. I need it. I needhim. I wrap my legs around him, and he grinds against me, riling me up in all sorts of delicious ways. I scrabble to get his t-shirt over his head while he unzips his pants. Shoving them down around his knees, I take his cock in my hand and tug on it gently, feeling the heavy weight, the silky smoothness.
I bet Cain’s cock feels just like this.
I gasp at the thought of Cain taking me at the same time as Trent. Then when Atlas joins in my fantasy, slick pours out of my pussy, the sweet scent filling the air.
I moan and guide his cock into me, wasting no more time on foreplay. This omega needs a knot now.
Tears prick my eyes with the emotions washing over me that this is my first heat, and I’m enjoying it with an alpha who I could picture being my mate.
He slides between my soaking wet folds with a groan of contentment, sheathing himself inside me completely before he starts to pump his hips.
I can already feel the climax building. I raise my hips and meet his thrusts, increasing the speed so that I can get his knot inside me. Nothing is going to stop me from this task.
Panting heavily, I feel my nipples tighten against his chest, and I nuzzle my mouth against his neck. The urge to bite him and claim him is strong, but I pull back right before I am about to chomp down on him. That would send the wrong message to him, even though I feel so close to him. I don’t know what he is thinking, except how good my pussy feels around his cock.
“Oh, you feel so good, Sugar baby,” he pants, thrusting deeper. “So good. Fuck, yes.”
“Trent!” I cry out, knowing I’ve said the correct name this time. I didn’t even have to think about it. “Harder. More. More.”
“Fuck, Sugar,” he rasps and then lets out a low growl as my climax thunders over me, my pussy clutching possessively at his cock.
I purr like a deranged kitten. The vibration sends rockets of lust through my body until I come again, drenching the bed underneath me as slick pools out of my pussy around the cock-plug.
“Fuck, fuck.” Trent groans loudly, and then it happens.
I feel his knot inflate and I cry out, not even caring that my uncle might hear me. It bulges inside me and locks our bodies together as he shoots his load into me, his swimmers hoping to catch and make a baby.
A part of me, deep inside, wants that more than anything. It’s something that I have never even allowed myself to think about before, never knowing if I would ever have a heat or not. But now, the thought is consuming me. I wonder if Trent is thinking the same?
Probably not.
I bet all he is thinking is that he got his leg over with an omega who threw herself at him.
“Yes, yes, that’s it, baby,” he murmurs in my ear as we rock gently, his cock buried deep inside me. “You’re perfect. So perfect, so gorgeous. Use my body to ease your heat, Sugar. I’m so lucky.”
His words surprise me. He sounds grateful that I accepted his cock and his knot. There is no arrogance, like I expected, only genuine thanks for taking him inside me.
