Page 68 of Taking the Pitch
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes what, pretty girl?”
“Yes, I need a release.”
“Such a good girl using your words,” he praises. Warmth spreads through my body at his words.
Holy shit, do I have a praise kink?
Judd skims his hands to the front of my thighs, his fingertips brushing the edge of my underwear.
I suck in a breath. The anticipation of what his next move is has me on edge.
“As pretty as these look on you, I’m afraid they’re in the way,” Judd says, hooking a finger under the lace panties and snapping them against my skin, making me gasp. He slides them down my legs and helps me step out of them, tossing them into the pile with my leggings and sweater.
Judd stands, looking down at me like I’m his last meal. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I grumble and reach for the buttons on his flannel. He grabs my hand and tugs, pulling me into his chest.
“This isn’t about me, Shortcake. This is about you and your pleasure. Just from the little I’ve done to you, I can tell you’ve never been with a man who knows how to please their woman. That changes tonight,” he tells me, cupping my jaw and bringing his lips to mine. His tongue strokes mine and I swear I could spend hours just kissing this man. His other hand skims around my ribs to the back of my bra, flicking the clasp open in one try.
I pull back and smirk. “You’re way too good at that,” I tell him, tossing my final piece of clothing into the pile. Standing completely naked before him.
Normally I’m uncomfortable being so exposed like this, but the way Judd is looking at me, the way his eyes are drinking in my body like I’m water and he’s been stuck in the desert for weeks, makes me feel sexy, wanted.
Judd grabs my hips and walks me back against the door. The wood is cool on my naked back, doing little to tame the heat that’s built up inside of me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mills,” he whispers, staring into my eyes. My heart speeds up at his words. I’ve been told I’m beautiful before. But the way he says it makes me actually believe it.
He takes my lips again, his kisses turning hungry. He skims his lips over my jaw and down my neck, nipping and kissing ashe goes. He pulls back, cupping my breasts and running the pads of his thumbs over both nipples. I gasp and arch into his touch. “So sensitive,” he murmurs, repeating the motion.
“Judd,” I whimper, threading my fingers into Judd’s soft hair as he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks over my nipple as he rubs the other one with his thumb, making me see stars. I watch as he kisses his way over to the other breast and gives it the same attention, repeating the motion.
Looking up at me through his lashes, Judd takes his hand and skims down my stomach, and stops just above where I want him. I push into his hand, making him chuckle. He stops his assault on my nipple and detaches his mouth with a pop. “You want my hand on your pussy, baby?” he asks, sliding it half an inch closer. “Or do you want my mouth?” he asks, getting down onto his knees.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of Judd on his knees before me. “Which is it, baby? Hand?” He moves his hand closer, this thumb resting just above my clit. “Or mouth?” He leans forward and places a kiss on each of my hip bones, making me squirm.
“Yes, both,” I force out, needing him to touch me before I combust.
Judd’s deep rumble fills the space. “Such a greedy girl. But I won’t give you anything if you don’t use your manners.”
“Please,” I beg. “Please use both.”
Judd hums with approval. “Good girl,” he praises before sliding his thumb over my swollen clit.
Yep, I definitely have a praise kink.
“Yes,” I hiss through my teeth, tightening my grip on his hair. “Just like that.” Judd’s thumb stops, and I quickly add a ‘please’.
He circles my clit one more time before trailing his hand lower and swiping a finger through my slit. “Fuck, Mills. You’re drenched for me.”
My mouth parts slightly as I watch Judd take his finger and suck it into his mouth. “Mmm, you taste so sweet, just like I thought you would. Now put your leg over my shoulder. I’m ready for my second dessert.”
Grabbing one of my ankles, Judd places it on his shoulder, then traces a path up my leg as he moves closer. Once he’s satisfied with his position, he looks up at me. “Hold on, Shortcake. I’m starving.”
His mouth is on me in an instant, licking a path from my clit to my entrance and back again, making my leg quake. “More,” I beg. “Please. More.”
Judd chuckles into my pussy. “Since you asked so nicely.” Inserting one finger, Judd growls into my clit. “Fuck you’re tight baby.”
Words fail me and all I can do is whimper in response as Judd plays my body like a fine-tuned instrument. My head spins at the sensations Judd’s making with just his finger and tongue. “H- how are you so good at this?”
Judd pulls back and stares up at me, mouth glistening from his feast. “Anyone who can’t get a woman off using their mouth isn’t doing it right,” he says simply, before going back to eating my pussy like it’s his job.
