Page 93 of Praising the Pitcher

With her softball jacket over her blue T-shirt, she sits on top of the desk, perched and ready to have her pussy eaten. I push my hand to her chest, forcing her backward before I lower myself down and lean forward so the bottom of my abdomen is on the desk too. Under her skirt, I get a perfect view of her beautiful pink pussy, and my dick strains against my jeans.

“So fucking perfect,” I murmur, hooking my arms around her legs and kissing my way up. I brush my lips along her thighs, breathing in how good she smells. “You wanted this, didn’t you, baby? You wanted my face under this skirt, tasting you.”

“Mhmmm.” She moans softly, tangling her fingers in my hair.

I rub my lips back and forth against her heat, poking my tongue out and barely tasting her—but just that tiny bit is enough to make me dive in deeper because goddamn, she’s so sweet.

Her feet slide along the desk as she opens her legs wider. She drags my face closer against her by pulling my hair, and she can’t even fight back the moan that rips from her throat when I shove my tongue deeper inside her.

“Noah …” She barely chokes out my name, and it’s such a sweet fucking sound—but not nearly as sweet as the one she makes when I suck her clit and she cries out even louder.

I continue sucking on her swollen clit before I bring a finger up and slide it inside. She sucks it in, desperate for more, and as wet as she is right now, I know she’s going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick. But first, I need to make her come on my tongue. I need to feel her pussy pulsating against me as I lap up every ounce of cum she’ll give me.

I want it all.

I finger her while continuing to suck and lick her clit before I move my fingers to her mouth, placing them between her lips and letting her taste herself before shoving my tongue back inside her heat. My face is buried beneath her skirt, so I can’t get a good look at her, but damn, her sounds and the way she’s trying to grind her pussy harder against my face paint a perfect fucking image in my brain.

“Noah … yes,” she growls out loudly, bucking her pussy against me. “Oh my God.”

We should probably at least attempt to be quiet, but honestly, fuck that. I love hearing how good I’m making her feel. She deserves it.

I’ve learned her body enough to know I can make her come now, and I can make her come on my dick after too. And the thought of fucking her in that skirt? It hasn’t left my mind since I saw her today.

Her fingers pull my hair harder, probably pulling some of it right out of my head, but I don’t mind because as her pussy convulses against my tongue, I suck and lick every ounce of her orgasm from her, my cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans, so fucking desperate to be touched and threatening to explode at any given time.

When she finishes, I pull my head from her skirt and pull her upward, bringing my mouth to hers. I kiss her, letting her suck my tongue and taste how sweet she really is before I fall back into the desk chair, undoing my jeans and yanking them down enough with my briefs to let my cock spring free.

Pulling her onto me, her slick entrance hovers over the head of my cock, which is equally as soaked as it drips with pre-cum because how the fuck would it not?

She lifts her legs up, straddling me before sinking down.

“Fuck … you are so warm, Smoke. Feels so good.” I practically whimper the words as her tight pussy swallows my dick up, inch by inch, stretching around me like a glove.

She moans as my cock gets deeper inside her, and she looks down to see for herself.

“You like watching that pussy take my cock, don’t you, baby?” I murmur, my eyes shifting downward too.

“Yes,” she whispers, licking her lips. Part of me wants to rip off her softball jacket, but in the unlikely case someone shows up, the less clothes we have to throw on … probably the better.

“Fuck me Smoke,” I command. “Ride until we’re both coming. I want you walking out of here with my cum dripping down those perfect thighs of yours.”

My dirty words always have a way with her, and within seconds, her body is rocking back and forth as she begins to ride me. My spine presses against the library chair, and the swivel on it makes a squeaking noise the harder she fucks me.

I wish I could watch her tits bounce the way I usually get to when she’s riding my cock, but she feels so fucking good I know either way, I’m going to be blowing my load deep inside her in a matter of seconds, not minutes. Hell, I could have come just eating her out because it’s that fucking hot to do.

I grip her hips, helping her move faster back and forth on me, sliding my cock in and out of her wet, tight, warm hole harder and quicker.

Her chin juts upward, her long blonde hair spilling down her back, and I gather it at the bottom, gripping it tightly and forcing her head up even more.

“Noah, I’m so close. Will you come with me? P—please?” She chokes on the last word. “I want to feel you fill me up.”

My balls tingle, an orgasm hitting me fast and furiously as I bury my face against her shoulder. “Coming right now,” I utter. “Every ounce is yours. I’m going to fill what’s mine so fucking full.”

Her pussy suddenly grips my cock harder, and she cries out as her hands slide under my shirt and her nails dig into my back. Her thrusts don’t stop, and her moans grow louder.

“That’s it, come all over it.” I grunt, black spots beginning to dance in my vision as warm cum spills from me and shoots inside her.

She puts her head in my neck, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing as her orgasm rocks both our bodies. She shivers through the aftershocks, releasing a few more small moans before all too soon, it’s over.