Page 71 of Taking the Pitch
Sitting back, I open her legs and look down at where we’re connected, and fuck, does it drive me insane. “Look at your pretty pussy, taking my cock so well.” Her eyes pop open, and she props herself up on her elbows so she can look. “You like watching?”
She nods, speechless, as she watches me thrust in and out, driving myself into her further and further. I reach forward and circle her clit with my thumb, thrusting forward again, finally fully seated inside of her.
“Judd,” she whimpers. Her blue eyes have turned black with desire and her whole body is flushed red. “I’m so full.”
Fuck, the way she says my name when I’m fully inside her makes me want to come on the spot. But I’m not allowing that to happen until I get another orgasm out of her.
“You’re so tight, Mills. You feel so good,” I tell her, leaning back over her to give her a kiss. Her mouth is hungry for mine and she lays back again, taking me with her. I pull her right legup with me as I go, changing the angle, making her scream into my mouth.
Amelia pulls back from my kiss and arches her back. “Yes, ri-right there, Judd,” she says, breathless. I thrust forward again and again, increasing my pace. Her nails dig into my back and I’m pretty sure I’ll have marks there in the morning.
The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, along with Amelia’s sweet moans. “Harder,” she begs as her walls start fluttering around me. I comply, thrusting into her harder, making her gray tufted headboard slam against the wall.
The pull of my orgasm starts, and I don’t think I can hold it off any longer.
“Touch yourself, Amelia,” I demand.
She reaches between our bodies and circles her clit, crying out in pleasure. Her walls clench around me again and again, indicating her orgasm is close.
“That’s it, baby. You’re right there, aren’t you? Such a good girl you’ve been, giving me your tight wet pussy,” I croon into her ear.
Amelia sucks in a breath before her body goes still, and she comes apart under me. “Judd!” She moans and her body trembles. Her walls squeeze me impossibly tight.
“I’m about to come, baby. Where do you want it?”
She moans again, riding another wave of pleasure. “In- inside of me. Please”
Her please does me in. I thrust one last time and feel myself fall off the cliff. I bite down on her shoulder, muffling my own sounds. Her pussy milks every last drop from me until I’m left trembling. Not wanting to crush her, I pull her with me as I roll over.
She lies on top of me, both of us panting, trying to catch our breaths. When her head finally lifts from my chest, she looks at me and I wish I could capture this moment and bottle it up so Icould keep it forever. A freshly fucked Amelia is my new favorite look.
“Wow.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, wow.”
“Where have you been all my life?” she asks, giggling.
“I wouldn’t have been worth your time, Amelia.” It’s true. I wouldn’t have, not that I am now, but I’m a better person than I was even six months ago. And after the whole DUI thing, I never want to go back to being that person again. He wouldn’t have been worthy of Amelia.
“Who says you are now?” She tries to keep a straight face, but the corner of her mouth quirks and she laughs.
I reach down and pinch her butt, making her yelp. “Ow! What? It was a simple question!” She smirks, smacking my chest.
I grab her wrist and kiss her palm. “Keep it up and next time I won’t let you come twice,” I warn.
“One, what makes you think this is going to happen again? And two, having more than one orgasm was a bizarre phenomenon. It won’t happen again.”
I frown. “Hold up. We’ll circle back to that first one later. You’re telling me no one’s ever made you come more than once?”
She snorts. “If at all. I’m very surprised you were able to do it. Kudos to you buddy, I thought I was broken.”
I sit up and pull her with me, so she straddles my lap. Amelia circles her arms over my shoulders, threading her fingers through my hair. Taking her face in both my hands, I look her in the eyes. “You arenotbroken, Mills. Those other guys you were with didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. And to answer your first question. I don’t think we’ll be doing this again.” Disappointment flashes through her face before I add. “Iknowwe’ll be doing this again. Fight it all you want, Amelia, but you can’t tell me that you didn’t feel something tonight.”
She bites her lip and looks away, not answering me. But I decide to let it go for now. Whether she wants to admit it or not, some of her walls fell tonight and I’ll be damned if I let her rebuild them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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