Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“Teach me.” “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, bracing a hand on the wall, cupping her face with the other. “You really know how to turn a spank bank obsolete, don’t you? This is all I’m going to see from now on when I need to get off. Skylar on her knees with her nipples red from getting sucked, wanting me to show her how to fuck her mouth.” His fingers twisted in her hair and fisted, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her back straighten, her attention captured. “Just so we’re clear, I’m going to teach you how I like my cock sucked. Just mine. You don’t need to know what anyone else likes.” He guided his hard sex to her lips, rubbing the head along the seam of her mouth. “Nod or I’m not going to put it in.” It blew her mind that she liked being spoken to like this. In this moment, she wasn’t a daughter or a pitcher or a sister or a student. All the things in her life that gave her performance anxiety or invited stress. She was just a half-naked woman who’d driven a man to a heightened state of arousal and he was letting her know it. Maybe later or tomorrow or next week, things would be different, but right now, she belonged to him. They belonged to each other. So Skylar nodded, hot thrills running through her, overlapping, tripping over one another until she was a human beehive. Buzzing. “Teach me how you like it sucked.”