Pitbabe S2, Chapter 31 pg 7
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 31 pg 7
“Then stop making that cheeky face.”
“Nope,” I replied firmly, tossing Babe’s jeans far away. Experience had taught me the farther they went, the less they’d get in the way later. “Answer the question before I take off your underwear.”
“This guy…” Babe muttered under his breath, cursing as usual. I glanced at his face for just a second, because right now, there was a more pressing target demanding my attention. As a professional eater, I couldn’t afford to slip up. “Didn’t do much. Ate, slept.”
“That’s it?”
“Didn’t wake up till the afternoon, did I?”
“Hmm… sleeping in like a princess.”
“You little brat!” Babe raised his leg with a serious look, aiming a kick right at my head. Even after I’d half-stripped him and had both his legs in my grip, he still managed to catch me off guard in my blissful moment. If I weren’t quicker, that kick could’ve rung my ears.
“That was rough.” I didn’t just talk. I punished him by hooking my hands under his knees, lifting both legs high, and yanking off the remaining underwear in one swift move. “That’s two sneak attacks now, you.”
“It’s that mouth of yours.”
“What’s wrong with my mouth?” I tilted my head to look at him, slinging his left leg over my shoulder. I leaned in to press a soft kiss to his calf, my eyes still locked on the sulky face of the culprit. “Little kisses, huh?”
“No.”
“So stubborn.”
“Watch yourself, man.”
“Thanks for the concern.”
After receiving another small, silent scolding that was just enough to satisfy, I had to pause the verbal sparring for now. My mouth had a more urgent task to handle.
I love how Babe is honest with his feelings and isn’t shy about showing them sincerely. As I brought my favorite thing to my lips, my ears were filled with his sweet sounds, almost like he was singing at the top of his lungs. It was louder than what most people would consider normal, but I was used to it. It felt like I’d been pulled into a world owned by Babe. Everything surrounding me was a piece of him—his blissful moans, his familiar scent and the pheromones radiating from him, the heat of his skin, and the silky smooth touch on my tongue. I couldn’t perceive anything else; he had completely taken over me.
“Papa… Papa…”
He called out to me over and over, his voice faint and mixed with heavy panting, his breathing rapid as if he’d just run a kilometer, even though he hadn’t moved an inch. He was still lying there on my kitchen counter, which had now become a platter for a delectable dish—a signature menu I could never tire of. Its flavors were varied, sometimes sweet and gentle, sometimes fiery and intense, depending on how the chef crafted it for each meal. And the best part? This dish was exclusively for me.
My body was burning up even though I was the one doing all the work. The sensation on the tip of my tongue was soft and intoxicating, my heart racing like a naive young boy tasting something exquisite for the first time. His voice drugged me, sending shivers down my spine. The tightness of my jeans strained painfully, so I slid one trembling hand down to deal with it, fumbling to unbutton and unzip them to relieve the heat before continuing. I wanted to savor this appetizer a bit longer.
“Faster… ugh…”
But Babe showed no mercy.
His voice was so shaky it was barely coherent, and his body was positioned in a way that was far from comfortable, yet the clever guy was still as sharp as ever. Babe urged me to hurry up and do what needed to be done instead of asking me to take it easier on him.
“Question two,” I said, finally letting Babe’s back rest flat again. I spread his slender legs, positioning myself between them, rubbing my hard length against the passage I knew was incredible. “Have you been naughty today?”
“What kind of question is that…?”
“Answer.”
“Ah!” He flinched slightly as I switched from gentle rubbing to a firm smack, a punishment for dodging the question. Babe instinctively bent his knees toward his chest, his thick thighs squeezing together until I pried them apart again. I lifted one leg over my shoulder to bring us even closer.
“Not naughty… I told you, I didn’t do anything.”
“Just eating and sleeping, huh?”
“Sure?”
“You certain?” I press, using what he wants as bait, teasing him, making it seem like I’ll give in but holding back just enough. Babe squirms, his pleading eyes unashamed. “Answer again.”
“Ugh… don’t tease me!”
“Not teasing. Just want an answer first.”
“Ugh, what do you want?!”
The hotshot starts complaining when he doesn’t get his way. I curb his spoiled attitude by giving him what he wants… almost entirely. Babe’s jaw drops, and he gasps with delight, but I let it linger just long enough for him to savor it before pulling back again.
“Charlie!”
Now he’ll realize how much he wants it.
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