Page 41 of Wild Pitch
“Kylie, there are so many things I’d like to do with you. Did you get a chance to respond to my e-mail?”
She shook her head and dropped her gaze to the floor. “My parents were here, and then I fell asleep.”
“Look at me,” I demanded, and she lifted her gaze in response. “Is your knee okay?”
“Yes.”
“Will you answer me honestly? Or should we wait to play until you’ve had a chance to go through the questions?”
“I will always answer you honestly.”
“Even when you’re uncomfortable? Kylie, I don’t want you ever to say yes to something just because you think I want it, okay?”
“Okay. Can I touch you, sir?” she asked impatiently.
“Oral sex, is that okay?”
She nodded enthusiastically and then remembered to use her words.
“Yes.”
“How is your gag reflex? I’m not big on the sound of gagging.”
It was one of the things that was on my list of no gos. I never understood the desire to have someone gag on a dick. Anytime I heard it, it triggered my own gag reflex.
“I don’t have one,” she answered, and fuck if every drop of blood in my body didn’t go straight to my dick.
“Where would you like me to cum?”
“Down my throat.”
Fuck me. This woman would be the death of me.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, giving her permission.
Kylie might have been tentative on the receiving end, but all that veneer slipped away once she unbuckled my belt and freed my painfully hard cock. Her hand grasped it, and she spit, adding to the pre-cum that had already formed on the head. Her tongue swirled and licked the sensitive underside as she worked her fist slowly at first.
Her eyes met mine as she looked for confirmation. I groaned in response, and that was all she needed.
“What do you do if you need to use your safe word?” I asked.
She held up her right hand and clicked her fingers.
I grabbed her hair, pulling it taut as I tipped her head back, holding her in place. Her hands fell to my thighs as I took over the pace, fucking her mouth. Other partners had claimed not to have a gag reflex, but in Kylie’s case, she wasn’t lying.
She squirmed on the pillow; her thighs rubbed together as she tried to get some friction.
With each thrust, the head of my cock pressed deeper into her throat, and while I normally preferred a bit more edging, when she swallowed around me, I let go, and she took everything I had.
She smiled up at me briefly before her eyes caught on my thigh tattoo. In a heartbeat, her playful and sexy demeanor shifted as she burst out laughing.
Her hand covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh out loud.
“Luc, is that an eggplant tattoo?”
She was off the pillow, and one hand clinically shifted my cock and balls out of the way as she inspected the terrible tattoo I had gotten when I was eighteen.
“I lost a bet.”
