Page 75 of Praising the Pitcher

“Yes,” I say with a quick nod before I reach down and put my hands on his as he stops at my thighs. “Please, Noah,” I murmur. “I’ve thought about it so many times. Please, just give me this.”

His hands slip from under mine and he moves upward, stopping at my pajama bottoms before slowly peeling them down. When he sees I’m not wearing any panties, he hisses.

“Fuck, Smoke,” he says with a groan, bringing the pants the rest of the way off and letting them drop to the floor. “You’ve been bare this whole time under those ridiculous pajamas?”

Nodding slowly, I bite my bottom lip, only this time, it’s less from shyness and more because something else is overtaking my body.

“I usually am,” I admit. “Other than when I’m in my softball uniform.”

“Christ, that’s hot.” He swallows thickly, and I don’t miss the massive bulge through his jeans. “Deep down, you’re a very dirty girl, aren’t you, baby?”

“Maybe,” I practically whimper. “Maybe I want to be …”

“Yeah?” he coos. “For only me though, right?”

“Yes,” I say, all too eagerly. “Just for you …”

“Good girl,” he praises. “Because thinking about you with anyone else makes me fucking insane.” He strokes my cheek. “Why don’t you bring your knees up, part your legs, and let me get a good look at that divine pussy.” He says the words with ease, and I swear I almost choke on the saliva that’s gathered in my throat from his huge dick straining against his jeans. “I was too upset earlier tonight, knowing you were mad at me. I couldn’t bring myself to eat dessert. I’m ready for it now, though.”

Heat pools between my legs from his filthy words, causing me to squirm. Sliding my feet along the mattress, I bring my knees up, spreading myself wide. Even though the shyness is still there, it’s overtaken by something else. A downright monster.

Hunger. Hunger for the man in front of me.

“Fuckkkk,” he growls lowly before he leans forward, grabbing hold of my top and yanking it over my head, leaving me completely bare for his eyes.

No one has ever seen me naked. Even when I had sex that one time, I asked to keep my bra and tank top on because I wanted to keep it transactional.

He drops a knee to the mattress, and I feel it shift beneath me from his weight. Leaning forward, he kisses along my neck, making his way to my jawline before his mouth is on mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I think my hips lift from the bed, bucking against his abdomen greedily.

I need this.

“I’m going to remind you just how perfect this body of yours is,” he murmurs against my lips. “How perfect you are, Gigi.”

Sliding lower, he drags his tongue against my left breast, moving closer to the center before he brings my nipple between his lips and alternates between licking, sucking, and finally, biting it. I cry out in both pain and pleasure, my pussy, once again, lifting from the bed and grinding into his chest.

“Just as I suspected,” he says, after releasing my nipple with a pop. “Fucking perfect.”

Kissing his way across my chest, he moves to my right, repeating the same motion. “Absolutely flawless. Nicest tits I’ve ever seen in my life.” He looks down at them. “God damn, Smoke. You’ve got my dick so hard it hurts.”

He turns me slightly on my side, just enough to expose my new ink. “I’ll be honest with you. When I got to the tattoo shop that night and you had gotten this, I was a little bummed I didn’t get to be the one with you when you had it done. Maybe it’s dumb, but I just … wish I could have been there. But I’m so proud you did it.” He presses a kiss under it, not touching the actual tattoo because it’s still fresh. “And normally I’d be against putting anything on this body that would cover it up because it’s so fucking perfect,” he rasps, running his finger under my tattoo. “But this? These words? This placement? They’re perfect, baby. I hope you always stand tall like the queen you are.” He kisses my skin again. “And I’ll admit … this tattoo is so fucking sexy, my cock twitched the night you showed it to me.”

He rolls me back so I’m straight on the bed again. Sinking lower down my body, he drags his tongue along my stomach, past my belly button, before he kisses the inside of my thigh. I wait in anticipation, aware he’s going to lick me and knowing no man has ever tasted me there.

What if I don’t taste good? What if I don’t like it? What if it’s awkward …

So many questions rush through my mind, and instantly, he feels my nerves kicking up.

Looking at me, his eyes are hooded.

“Relax, Smoke,” he murmurs. “Your pussy is a masterpiece. One I can’t wait to explore. And I promise, I’ll make you feel so good.”

I swallow, nodding subtly. I’m torn between wanting him to hurry up and taste me and scared it’s going to be awful.

“Trust me, Gigi.” He says the words with pure intention, and instantly, my spine relaxes on the mattress. Because for whatever reason … I do trust him.

My fingers slide to his dark, thick head of hair and pull slightly, bringing out a smirk.

“That’s my good girl,” he drawls, and I swear I start panting harder. “So fucking good for me. You deserve to be eaten properly.”