Page 27 of Wild Pitch
“My good fucking girl. Kylie, goddamn, you’re beautiful. How the hell did that guy only have you once? I just tasted you, and fuck, I need more.”
“Whelp,” she said, a nervous flip of her head, “He might have said if he wanted to fuck some dead fish, he would have gone out for sushi.”
There wasnothingabout her that was dead. This woman was so hot, so fucking alive, that every move she made, I felt. Our physical connection was like an electrical current that drew me to her.
“You understand he’s a fucking idiot, right?” I asked.
She nodded.
“That’s my good girl,” I said, watching her fair skin pink up as she blushed.
She opened her mouth as I approached with the champagne bottle, I tipped a small sip against her lips and took a swig before swooping in and capturing her mouth. God, this woman could kiss. With the next sip, I purposely poured too fast, allowing the excess champagne to pour out of her mouth and drip down her breasts. I watched the quiver of her stomach muscles as the cool liquid hit them.
“You better clean me up,” she whispered. And I wondered what man or woman ever made Kylie think that she wasn’t sexual? Or was my reaction to her the outlier?
I took her nipple in my mouth and then swept my tongue under her breast, lapping up the remaining drops of champagne.
I handed her the bottle. “I’m thirsty, Ky. Pour for me.”
Her head dropped back as she let the champagne flow down the front of her; I licked and sucked each breast, but when she spread her legs wide, held the bottle still, and looked to me for permission, my mouth went dry.
She smirked only until the cool liquid hit her clit, and then she bit her lower lip and stared at me, waiting for me to make good on my promise.
“Is that cold?” I asked.
She nodded in response, shivering.
“Guess I better warm you back up then.”
I slid her ass to the end of the counter and pressed her back so she was lying flat. I groaned at the first taste, her musky taste mixing with the champagne in an intoxicating blend of flavors.
“So sweet,” I said. Her inner thighs trembled in response as she waited for more.
“Luc, please,” she begged, her hand fisting my hair as she tugged me towards her, drizzling more champagne down the front of her.
She rewarded me with a throaty moan when I latched onto her clit, flattening my tongue against her as I slipped two fingers inside her. She cried out as I curved my fingers and stroked the front wall of her pussy. She ground her pussy against my face and begged for more. It wasn’t long before I felt her pulsing around my fingers as she came.
Her eyes were glazed, and her face flushed as I stood up to my full height.
“That’s the best meal I’ve ever eaten in this kitchen,” I said, “Hop back on and bring the champagne. I left the condoms upstairs, and I need to fuck you again.”
CHAPTER 15
KYLIE
Luc collapsed on top of me after he came with a grunt. I’d lost track of how many orgasms I had had between round one and whatever round we were on now.
“I think you’ve helped me answer a question,” I said.
“And that is?” Luc asked, holding himself up on his elbows.
“I’m definitely not asexual.”
I thought he would laugh, but my statement earned one of Luc’s more serious expressions.
“Did you honestly think that?” Luc asked, rolling off of me and making quick work of the condom.
“Maybe? If not asexual, I worried that I would never be able to get out of my head enough with a partner.”
