Page 146 of Riding the Sugar High

I crouch slightly and circle my arms around her ass to pull her up, but she leans back before I can and slowly sinks to her knees.

It’s like every drop of blood leaves my brain until I’m thoughtless.

Her hands move to my jeans, and my mind only snaps back into place when she pulls my briefs down, my hard cock bobbing out.

I breathe in relief. “Barbie?” Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip, and I could die. Does she want to do it now? Here? “Are you going to suck me off?”

She bats her lashes at me. “Well, I’m not proposing.” She drops a kiss on my waist. “Yes, cowboy, let’s put your lesson to practice.”

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

She tucks her hair behind her ear, then nervously looks up at me, an inch away from my erection. “Help me out, okay?”

When I grunt in response, she wraps her hand around my base, and everything I said about shooting dust is nothing but a memory. The first leak of precum moistens the head of my dick, and I feel my balls twitch.

“Just do what feels natural,” I whisper when I notice her hesitation.

Tentatively, she runs her tongue along my shaft and swallows my tip.

Every single muscle in me squeezes. I want to look at her, watch her suck me, but my eyes roll to the back of my head, and without any restraint, I groan, loud and deep.

Crap, it feels too good.

“Is this okay?” Slowly, her warm mouth begins bobbing up and down, and my jeans crumple in my fists. It’s not okay—it’s so much better than I thought it’d be. So much better than I remember it.

“You can...” I try to fight against the torpor taking over my mind. “You can put even more, uh, pressure.”

She makes a little noise of agreement, then her tongue rubs harder, and every time she moans, it vibrates against my skin and echoes into my goddamn soul.

“Barbie,” I grit out. My hips buck a little every time she takes me halfway through, and unable to resist the temptation, I look down at her, working my cock with her small fist and tight mouth. Gorgeous.

When she speeds up, my hands abandon my jeans and move to her, and I stop myself just in time before grabbing her hair. She probably doesn’t need to get my dick shoved down her throat the very first time she does this.

Tilting back, she breathes hard, saliva sticking to her chin. “You want to fuck my mouth, cowboy? Use me to come?”

Good god. I said it already, but this woman was made for me.

“Do it.” Something rogue moves through her eyes—a flicker of her wild self. I’m not even sure if she’s giving me orders or begging me.

Either way, I’m in. I’ve never been soinbefore.

I bury my hand in her hair, unable to process the simplest thoughts, and slowly drive my cock forward till I hit the back of her throat. She gags as her muscles spasm around my tip, and her tongue rubs along my shaft. With tears in her eyes, she stares at me, her skin turning redder the more she holds on. Watching her fight against her instinct to pull back so she can please me is enough to nearly throw me over the edge, and with a grunt, I shove her away just before I blow.

She inhales, and the second her gaze turns lustful, I push into her again.

“Just like that. Swallow me, Barbie,” I say with a shaky voice. Drool drips down my balls, my cock twitching until it feels too good, and I jerk my hips back.

She’s so excruciatingly pretty, whimpering with her short dress and big blue eyes. I want to free her tits, bend her over the nearest horizontal surface, and fuck her. But then she sucks greedily on my cock, and I know I won’t be doing anything at all except spurting cum down her throat.

I try to slow her down, but pulling her hair just gets her to whine louder, until I can’t hold off my pleasure any longer, and I thrust into her mouth hard, a gagging noise escaping her lips every time I slam all the way in. “Is this okay, little backpack?” I grit out as my balls hit her chin. “If it’s not okay, just?—”

She sucks, and the friction of the roof of her mouth has me crying out as she rubs her tongue on the lower side of my shaft. I try to stop it, try to hold it off for another minute, another second, but a tingle spreads along my cock, my balls squeezing.

“Barbie, I’m coming,” I warn her, and the hungry look in her eyes is just about the best thing I’ve ever seen. “Barbie”—my voice breaks—“Bar?—”

“Logan?” Kyle’s voice calls, and with wide eyes, Primrose pulls back.

No. Fuck. No!