Page 62 of Wild Pitch
Her chest heaved either from nerves or excitement. I hoped it was a bit of both.
“Bedroom.”
As much as I wanted her in the playroom, what I had planned would be better executed in the bedroom.
I turned away from her, doing my best to hide my response. When Liam wrapped himself around my legs, I paused to pick him up and read the note Denise left behind.
“You little shit. You showed the nice old lady the playroom.” Liam growled in response, and I swore it was revenge. Never trust a cat.
Kylie had more than enough time to undress, but instead of relieving her, I started a load of laundry and took my time heading upstairs. I stopped in the playroom, looked around, assured that there had been no evidence other than the “skis,” and selected a large wand-shaped vibrator from my collection hidden in the drawer.
Kylie had stripped bare and waited for me on her knees on the floor next to the bed.
“Oh baby, you look so pretty waiting for me.”
A flush spread across her fair-skinned breasts and her nipples puckered in front of my eyes. Her eyes never drifted from the floor in front of her.
Strolling past her, I set the vibrator on the bed and the water on the bedside table before making my way to my closet. I heard a sharp intake of her breath as she fought to stay in place. My pants and shirt fell to the floor, with my briefs ending up on top of the pile.
As I approached her, Kylie’s eyes lifted from the floor, wide and almost innocent. Her anticipation sent her almost to her breaking point.
“Lay across the bed, your head on the side edge.”
Kylie darted over to the bed, following my direction as I appraised her toned body. She might not play soccer anymore, but her muscular, athletic build would win a competition. I loved the strength she conveyed in her compact body; I loved it even more when those muscles went slack and she let herself go.
“Spread your legs and pick up the vibrator.”
She picked it up, inspecting it for the power switch, and almost dropped it when it came to life in her hands. Her head hung off the edge of the bed, and she held the powerful wand and waited for instructions.
“Use it. Let me see how you would use it if you were alone.”
Her eyes went wide, her hesitation clear.
“I don’t own a vibrator, and I don’t use one when I am alone.”
“How do you touch yourself?” I asked, needing to see what she did alone before I took over with demands. Kylie wasn’t shy around me, so her hesitation made me think she didn’t touch herself often.
“I don’t, really. I try, but it does nothing for me.”
I approached the bed, her eyes darted to my hard cock as I took the vibrator from her hand. I placed the vibrator against her neck, allowing her to get accustomed to the sensation before rolling it down her body. She jumped when it made contact with her nipple, letting out a breathy moan.
Her face rolled toward my cock, her tongue darting out and brushing against the tip and I backed up, removing it from her reach.
When the vibrator touched her clit, her back arched, and she cried out. She ground her hips against the vibrator, and I placed one hand on it, holding it only until she took over.
“Use your other hand, baby, two fingers, bury them in your pussy.”
Her hand shook as she moved it down her body, pausing several times along the way. She bent at the knees, pressing her heels into the bed, and tipped her hips so her short arms could reach. I heard how wet her pussy was as her fingers slipped easily inside.
Kylie’s eyes rolled back into her head, and her eyes squeezed closed.
“Open your eyes.”
Her eyes opened, stunned, as she watched me fist my cock. Her mouth gaped open, breath coming out in sharp pants as she rode her fingers.
“Please.” Her plea was barely more than a whisper.
“Please, what?”
