Page 73 of Taking the Pitch
Reaching up with his hands, Judd tweaks my nipples. Tightening my grip, I grind into his face again. He growls into my pussy, sending vibrations through me. “Keep riding my face baby,” he says, voice muffled, then goes back to his meal.
I rock into him again and again, quickly finding my rhythm. My orgasm builds quickly and his pressure on my clit increases. “Yes, Judd. Just like that,” I cry out.
Judd continues his assault on my clit as I chase my release. I can feel it building higher and higher. Judd reaches up again to tweak my nipples, sending me right over the edge. My thighs burn from kneeling like this, but the pain takes the back burner as pleasure rips through me. “Judd, I’m. I’m coming,” I tell him, my body shaking uncontrollably.
Judd doesn’t let up until my body is completely spent and I collapse onto the headboard.
“Holy fuck. I could wake up like that every morning,” I say, rolling onto my back.
Judd sits up and props himself up on an elbow looking at me with a devilish grin. “I’m sure we could arrange that, Shortcake.”
I grab a pillow and hit him in the face with it. He grabs it out of my hand and throws it to the floor, then gets to his knees and grabs one of my ankles, pulling me to him.
Right as he settles between my legs, we hear a muffled ‘woof’ outside my bedroom door.
Judd drops his forehead to mine. “Cock blocked by a dog.”
Laughing, I bring my hands to his face, loving the way his scruff feels against my palms. “I’m sorry, but he’s probably hungry and needs to go out.”
He nods and helps me up. I throw on a pair of leggings and Judd’s hoodie. My mouth goes dry when I look over at Judd in just his jeans. What is it about being barefoot in jeans that makes a man so damn sexy?
“Keep looking at me like that, Shortcake, and Bruno’s breakfast will turn into lunch,” Judd warns, stalking over to me. When he reaches me, he pushes my hair back from my face and grips my neck. Bending down, he gives me a kiss that quickly turns heavy. Bruno woofs at the door again, breaking us apart. “Okay, okay. We’re coming,” Judd grumbles.
I giggle and move past Judd to open the door. Bruno spins around excitedly, greeting me. I open the sliding door to my patio and Bruno darts out quickly, going over to where his potty area is and relieving himself. Tuning back to the living room, I leave the slider open so Bruno can come back in when he’s finished.
“He goes to the bathroom out there?” Judd asks, coming up behind me while I’m scooping out Bruno’s food.
“Yeah, I have a special area out there for him to go on.”
“Huh, I wondered how you took him outside all the time. Now it makes sense.”
I set Bruno’s food dish down and when I stand back up, Judd turns me around and wraps his arms around me. Inhaling his scent, I return the hug. Relishing in the warmth of his embrace.
My stomach decides this is the perfect moment to declare its hunger and rumbles loudly. Judd’s body shakes with a laugh, and he pulls back, looking down at me. “Hungry?”
“What gave you that idea?” I ask, chuckling.
“Just a hunch.”
I look at the clock on my stove and rub my eyes before looking at it again. “Holy shitballs. Does that say eight o’clock?” I ask, nodding to the stove.
“Yeah? Why? Are you late for something?”
I shake my head slowly. “No. It’s just. I never sleep this late. And if I do, it’s because I was up all night with panic attacks.” Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time I woke up feeling as refreshed as I do.
“Do you get those a lot at night?”
I lift a shoulder. “Often enough I guess.”
“But you didn’t have any last night. Unless I slept through it?”
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t.” I give him a smirk. “Maybe all the exercise I got helped.” Or the six orgasms he gave me. I’ve never had so many orgasms in one night in my life. Once I had one, I wanted more. It was like I couldn’t get enough of Judd touching me, kissing me, tasting me. Judd gives me a smile, like he knows what I’m thinking.
My stomach growls again, but louder this time. Judd raises his eyebrows. “Let’s get you fed before your stomach starts eating itself.” He leans down, giving me a peck on the cheek before stepping back a few steps. “I’m going to run upstairsand change my clothes. I’ll meet you back down here in…ten minutes?”
I dip my head in a nod. “Where are we going?”
“Wherever you want, Shortcake.”
