Sugar

Part 11 ?!

His control snaps, he closes the gap between us, his lips meeting mine in a passionate and urgent kiss. It's desperate and fast, I can barely breathe but I can't stop. 

I kick a leg over his, straddling his lap and pushing his hair back to hold his neck. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips and pulling me closer, our bodies pressing together. He breaks the kiss panting, his breaths coming in short, hot bursts against my skin. I press my forehead against his, grinding against his lap with shuddered breaths. "Let's go." 

His hands tighten their grasp on my hips, his voice hoarse and strained. "Jesus.. Right now? Like.. Right here?" I bite my lip and nod, standing and taking his hand, leading him upstairs. 

I shut the bedroom door behind us and lock it. I turn to find Bladee towering over me before picking me up and slamming me back against the door, pressing himself against me. His voice is low and commanding. "You wanted this, didn't you?" I whimper and nod eagerly, moaning with each kiss to my neck as I fumble for his shirt. He notices this and grins "Ah ah, not yet.. patience." 

He throws me down on the bed, his hands moving up under my shirt, tracing the contour of my waist and up my back, his touch both gentle and possessive. I kiss him deeply, biting his lip as I reach to take it off. 

"No. Let me." He mutters, grabbing my wrists and holding them firmly above my head, pinning them against the sheets. "That's hot." I chuckle, feeling him smirk against my skin, he keeps my wrists pinned under one hand, using the other to unclasp my bra. "You have no idea..." He mutters, leaning down to press kisses along my neck and chest, his free hand wandering down my side, tugging impatiently at my waistband. He watches, his eyes devouring me as I scramble to kick off my jeans. He tugs my wrists so that I'm sitting up, "On your knees." 

I slip onto the floor, Pulling his hand down and kissing along his knuckles, He lets out a shaky breath, his other hand tangling in my hair. 

"You have no idea how much I've fantasized about this." I smile as I shift up onto my knees, tracing my fingers between his waistband and his bare skin. His breath hitches, and his grip on my hair tightens, "Faster." He rasps. I undo his belt, my jaw dropping as he undresses, I take it in my hand. "Jesus.." He pants, his body tenses as his head falls back. 

I shake my head, grinning. "Goddamn man" His lips curve into a cocky smirk and he chuckles softly, "What? Too big?" I nod, resting my head against his thigh and stroking it gently. 

He lifts my chin up, forcing me to look directly at him. "Say it out loud." I struggle to meet his gaze. He tuts, his hand moving from my chin to grip my jaw, "No, no, no. No need to be shy now.

 Say it. I want to hear you say it out loud. Tell me what you want." I swallow nervously, meeting his gaze, "I want your cock in my throat." There's a moment of stunned silence from Benjamin at my blunt statement, before he grins, leaning down to speak through gritted teeth. "Prove it."

I run my tongue up, moving slowly at first before abruptly taking it all, choking and drooling onto my knees. I pull away panting and looking up at him. 

"Good girl." He gets down on his knees in front of me, holding my face in his hands as he looks at me intently. He brushes his thumb across my lips, gently pulling the bottom one down to wipe away a drop of drool. His voice is soft and filled with affection, "My turn."