Page 35 of Pitch for You

Brett didn’t have an extra shirt and when he started to remove it, I had to look away. The way his muscles rippled was beyond me and I had to fight myself not to touch them. He caught me staring at his toned chest and chuckled.

“Like what you see?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I quickly looked away. “I-I didn't mean to stare.”

Brett knelt down next to me and gently tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. “It's okay,” he whispered. “I’ve always wanted you to look at me like that.”

Without another word, he leaned in and captured my lips with his own in a passionate kiss. It felt like sparks were flying between us as our bodies pressed closer together.

My knees went weak and I couldn't stop myself from touching him, running my fingers through his hair and down his back. I could feel the muscles in his back rippling under my fingertips.Our bodies molded together as if they were made for each other, like two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together. He was hard against my thigh and I craved him inside me.

I reached down and started to undo Brett's pants, desperate to feel his hard cock in my hands. He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him up and down. I could feel the veins in his cock throbbing, pulsing with need and desire.

I leaned in and took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. He was getting harder and harder in my mouth. I stood up and started to take off my clothes, revealing my bare breasts and the wetness between my legs. Brett's eyes widened as he took me in, and the hunger and desire in his gaze palpable.

I moved to straddle him and his strong arms wrapped around my petite frame, holding me close. A low, guttural groan rumbles from deep within Brett’s chest as my fingertips slowly trace the outline of his abs, feeling every ridge and valley on his toned body. My hands travel up to his broad shoulders and then for a second massaged his taut muscles.

He pulled me closer, and I nuzzled into his neck, his pulse quickening beneath my lips. His hands roam my body, finally cupping my aching breasts. My lips crashed onto his, and my left hand wandered to his cock, stroking him, causing his hips to thrust upward into my waiting hand.

He laid down on the couch and pulled me by my hips until I was hovering over his face. “This is how I want to taste you.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

He grinned. “Then you are in for a treat. And don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. I’ve imagined tasting you like a million times in the last couple of weeks.”

Brett grabbed my trembling body and yanked me down onto his eager face. His stubble scratched my inner thighs as he began devouring me with an insatiable hunger.

My back arched as I ground my hips against his face. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.

Brett's tongue flicked over my swollen clit with expert precision, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard, drawing a scream from my throat as my orgasm approached. His fingersdug into my ass cheeks as he held me still, mercilessly teasing my clit until I couldn't take it anymore.

With a guttural growl, I came hard on his face, my juices flowing freely onto his tongue. My legs shook as I rode out my climax, his tongue never leaving me.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he pulled back, leaving me panting and gasping for breath. He grinned up at me with a filthy expression, his chin and cheeks coated in my juices.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he said, licking his lips with relish. “I could eat your pussy all day.”

And I believed him.

Brett's eyes darkened with lust, his pupils dilating until there was nothing left but a thin ring of iris around the blackness. With one swift movement, he flipped us over so that I was lying on my back, my legs splayed wide as he knelt between them.

“Beg for it,” he commanded, his eyes locked on mine. “Beg me to lick your pussy, to make you come harder than you ever have before.”

I writhed beneath him, my hips bucking as I fought to grind my clit against his thigh. “Please, I need your mouth on me again.”

Brett's smile was slow and predatory as he lowered his head between my thighs, his breath hot against my flesh. “As you wish,” he murmured, as he pressed a tender kiss to the very center of my need.

And then he began to feast again. His tongue delved deep inside me, tasting my arousal as he lapped at my pussy like a starving man. His lips closed around my clit, sucking and nibbling at the swollen bud as I moaned and writhed beneath him.

His fingers joined the party, plunging deep inside me as he curled them upwards, searching for that elusive spot that would send me spiraling into oblivion. And when he found it, I was lost.

My orgasm tore through me like a fucking freight train, leaving me shuddering and gasping for breath as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My vision went white, my body going rigid as every muscle in my body tensed and then released in a soul-shattering climax that seemed to go on for fucking ever.

And when it was over, I lay there, spent and gasping, my body still trembling with aftershocks as Brett climbed back up beside me, his lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk.

“Feeling better now?” he asked, his voice dripping with arrogance and smugness.

My body still humming with pleasure as I snuggled up against him. “Much better.”

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