Cashmere
Billy Hargrove x Female Reader
Author's Note: Oh Billy... I miss you so much, but at least we have the fandom
Summery: You volunteer to help Billy Hargrove (of all people) study so he won't end up in summer school. He, of course, has other things on his mind, but you are here to make sure he doesn't get distracted... which isn't easy, because, well, have you seen him?
Warnings: 18+ only!! MINORS DNI, Smut, language, teasing/flirting, kissing, Billy being Billy, reader is a girl who likes pink, some boob play, tiny bit of spit, p in v
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Divider by @cafekitsune
Billy lounges against your silk, pink bedspread. A pile of lacy pillows supporting his head. His thick body sprawled out, legs spread wide, taking up the whole damn bed, and to be honest, his overt masculinity is in complete contrast with the girly decor of your bedroom.
But... let me be clear.
Your room might still hold some of your childhood in it, but you weren't at all childish. You knew what you wanted in life and Billy wasn't part of your plan. He was immature and kind of wild, drove way too fast, smoked way too much, spewed the foulest language you've ever heard, and probably carried some serious sexual diseases with the amount of girls who claimed to have slept with him.
You knew Billy Hargrove well, knew he was a charmer.
Could be so cloyingly sweet when he wanted something from you, like bringing you little flowers he picked outside your house seconds before he rang the bell, or bringing you your favorite bubble gum, saying he was thinking of you while picking up some cigarettes, or calling you the sweetest little nicknames, making you feel special. But you weren't dumb. Knew his game and you weren't falling for any of it. Besides, girls talk and Billy was a heartbreak waiting to happen.
Because you knew the truth:
Billy Hargrove wants one thing and one thing only.
Pussy.
You haven't given that to him and you were kind of hoping to keep it that way, but... you're not blind. He is the most beautiful boy you've ever seen in your life and having him here, alone in your bedroom wasn't making it easy for you to stick to your values. You did have something he didn't though, self control.
Truth was Billy thought you were different than the usual bimbos and easy girls he's used to hanging out with. Easy lays, no effort needed. You though, you're soft and lovely, kind of sweet, definitely different, in a good way, but also in a way that means he's got to work harder to get into your pants.
"Figures."
Billy snorts, picking up Mr. Squish Squish, the teddy you've had since you were a little girl, holding him up by his soft, worn paw. Your bedroom being pretty much exactly what he expected it to be. Like something out of the Sears catalog, little girls' dream bedroom section.
"C'mere, princess, keep me company."
Pats the pile of plush, cream colored blankets next to him, an invitation for you to sit, as his dark blue eyes look you up and down, stopping to ogle at your tits.
You grab your poor bear from Billy's grip and gently place him on the chair in the far corner of the room, where he'll be safe.
"Billy. We're here to study Shakespeare, not your libido."
Coming back over to him and slapping his filthy Converse off of your pristine bed. Chuckles, voice deep and kind of husky, probably from the two pack a day habit he has, but you keep that to yourself. His biceps flex a little as he moves his body, still laying down, but feet off the bed now. Of course you notice those arms, who wouldn't, wearing that stupid black sleeveless like it's the middle of summer or something. He just winks, stupid smirk plastered across his lips like he caught you staring.
"Aww, come on, pretty girl. Thought we could work on... getting to know each other better."
God he's so cringe, you can't help but roll your eyes. Do girls actually fall for his bullshit? Sadly though, you do have to admit he looks kind of cute laying there, perfect dirty blonde curls splayed out against your frilly pillows. Why's he have to be so damn pretty. Are boys supposed to be that pretty?
While you're busy staring, his thick fingers slide up over your bare thigh, then tug at the hem of your skirt.
You swat his hand away.
"Behave."
You say, and he reaches for your wrist, but you pull away too quick and walk over to the desk, where earlier you set up everything you two would need for a quiet study session.
Billy sighs out of frustration, watching you organize your pencils. Smirks to himself. You got some nice legs, eyeing them up and down, stopping at your sexy bottom, watching it jiggle softly as you organize your things.
"Like two puppies under a blanket."
He cackles, mumbling to himself, but out loud at the same time.
"What?"
You ask, without turning around, just instinctively adjusting your skirt, pulling it down a bit. Even though you're turned away, you can feel those eyes on you.
"Cut the shit." (he says your name). "Been teasing me for fuckn' weeks, walking around in those tiny little skirts and tight tops like a slutty little princess who thinks she's too good for everybody."
There it is.
Gets pissy when he doesn't get his way. Didn't come here to study at all, came here to get your clothes off, which you knew already but for some reason you decided to help him not fail English class, though he probably doesn't deserve your help.
"Billy. Be serious. If you don't pass this test, Mr. O'Brien says you'll have to do summer school. Is that what you want?"
You watch his nostrils flare like a bull ready to charge. No he doesn't want to do damn summer school, he's got plans. Job at the pool, dates at the drive-in, girls, booze, and most important... freedom.
"Fine."
Mumbles, making a point to get up off the bed noisily, sulking over to the little white desk, sweeping the neatly organized notebooks and papers into a messy pile with one arm, just to be a little bitch.
Sits down dramatically, leaning the chair back until it hits hard against the wall, picking up Romeo and Juliet, opening the book so wide you hear the spine crack.
You adjust your skirt, softly sitting down next to him and picking up your own copy.
"Lets just read the first few chapters quietly for now, okay?"
You say and you hear him mumble something.
Within minutes he's already bored. Sleepy, blue eyes flick over to the pretty, pink cashmere sweater you're wearing, the way it hugs the soft curves of your full breasts. Can see the outline of your bra through the soft, thin fabric. Forces his eyes back to the paperback in his hand, but they drift back down to your tits every few seconds. One leg bouncing rapidly, up and down, like he has too much energy to sit still.
You chance a side eyed glance and see a vein protruding on his forehead and you smile to yourself. His frustration makes you weirdly happy.
"Tease."
Mutters, and you look over at him. He really is stupidly gorgeous, something about those eyes. Lashes longer than yours and they're just so soft and pretty in the lamp light.
"I'm just sitting here trying to help you not fail... ohhh I'm sooo sorry."
You say, slightly annoyed and suddenly wondering why you care at all.
"You expect me to concentrate on this stupid ass book when you got those poking out at me."
Nods his chin towards your cleavage. You squirm a little in your seat as he eye fucks you. Looks back at your face and for a second and you both just stare at each other.
"What do you want Billy? Want me to suck your cock or something?"
You say in this soft, sweet voice, kind of a half tease, half aggravation, as you turn your body to face his. It's a voice you don't exactly recognize in yourself and you feel your cheeks suddenly getting hot.
Raises an eyebrow. Something about the way your pretty plush lips say the word cock makes his jump a little in his jeans. Leans forward in his chair, wicked little grin, flash of those perfect white teeth.
"Well, well well, knew you wanted me."
Tongue sliding across his bottom lip, then biting it softly.
"That wasn't an offer, Billy."
Smirk fades fast, eyebrows narrowing, not used to having it dangled in front of him like that. Most girls can't help but give him what he wants the second he wants it. Doesn't hurt that he looks like a movie star and from what you've heard, has a pretty big...
"Can we be serious, Billy?"
You plead and he just blinks, likes he's registering what you've said.
"Fine."
Huffs, turning back to the book.
You sit a little closer to him, writing some notes down in the little notebook you set out earlier, hoping to go over them when you two finish your chapters. Your hair is pulled back in a cute ponytail, with little wisps falling out gently around your shoulders and the sides of your face. God you're really pretty, he thinks, staring at your profile. Why do you have to be such an uptight bitch.
Even if he wanted to study, which he didn't, you were making it impossible. Pink lip gloss shining on your pretty, full, pouty lips, which look so tasty he wants a lick... just a taste.. strawberries maybe... probably cherries. Your long lashes flutter softly as you read. And that beautiful smell... so fucking good, what is it? Flowers?Vanilla... baby powder? Fuck, his dick is starting to fill out in his jeans and all he wants is to bury his face in your neck and just...
Focus Hargrove, focus
"Smell nice."
Mutters quietly into the pages of his book.
"Thank you. It's Love's Baby Soft."
You smile sweetly, honestly you think that was kind of sweet of him to say, to notice your perfume. You bite your lip unconsciously, head tilted.
You were made to torture him.
"Course it is."
Scoffs.
"Look Billy... let's make a deal, okay? If you study for half and hour straight... for real! I'll give you a surprise."
You giggle excitedly, prettily bouncing a little in your chair, ponytail wagging from side to side.
Blue eyes go wide for a beat watching your tits bounce as you bob in your chair. Fuck you're cute. WTH. Wants to rip that sweater right off you and have you smother him with your beautiful titties.
Huge grin as you watch his eyes light up like a kid at Christmas.
"A surprise, huh?"
Asks, tongue peeking out from between his slightly chapped lips.
"Yes. But you've got to concentrate first."
You remind him.
Sighs.
"Better be a good fuckn' surprise."
Turns away, brows cutely furrowed as he pretends to read.
Other than the occasional tapping of his fingers on the desk, and that leg bouncing, he's relatively quiet for the next half hour. You see him scribbling something down on the piece of paper in front of him. At first you think you've gotten through to him, but then you see a bunch of Metallica doodles, like the ones he draws all over his desk at school.
After some time he finally sits back with a satisfied little smirk.
"Times up... where's my big surprise."
Leans in close, like he's going to get a kiss, one elbow on the desk, face hovering kind of close to yours, blue eyes falling down to your pink glossy lips, licks his slow and deliberate, then his eyes fall back up to meet yours.
It hasn't been exactly a half hour yet, but fuck he smells really good, like leather and cigarettes and maybe sweat? You should be grossed out, right? But you kind of want to see what it feels like to press your lips against his, they look so pretty, bet his mouth tastes so good, soft, warm, wet and...
You take a breath, refocusing, then bend down to grab your purse, smiling all goofy. You pull out a stick of Juicy Fruit and hand it to him.
Blinks for a beat, then laughs out loud, making you jump.
"You're fuckn' kiddin' me? A piece of gum? That's my big surprise after I busted my ass studying this shit for over half an hour. What the actual fuck."
Shakes his head, looking up to the ceiling, groaning loudly.
"Wanna see my new bra?"
You ask, surprising him, which isn't easy to do. Surprising yourself too, not exactly sure why those words just flew from your lips... and out loud. You watch his mouth hanging open slightly, voice drops.
"Fuck yeah, Wanna see a lot more than your fuckn' bra."
Whoa, what's he doing? Reaches out and brushes his thumb along your bottom lip, coating it in your lipgloss, and for a second you forget what you were going to say. Want to suck that fat thumb right into your mouth...
You pull back, clearing your throat.
"No touchies though."
His eyebrows raise.
"No what now?"
"Touchies."
You answer back.
"The fuck does that mean?"
Huffs in frustration.
"You know what that means, you can look, but don't touch."
Mumbles something you can't hear, lips pushed together tight, hot air coming out from his nostrils.
"You're killing me here, angel."
"You wanna see or not?"
You ask sweetly.
Blue eyes meet yours, you can see how frustrated he is, sits back in the chair again, big thick thighs spread obscenely wide, too big for the chair, too big for the desk, too big for the room, too much man, too masculine for this feminine space, but it's really nice and you kind of like it a lot. You want to straddle those big thick thighs and kiss him stupid. Want to throw out everything you told yourself before he got here.
"Obviously."
Mutters softly, arms folded across his broad chest.
You smile. Start unbuttoning your cardigan, little mother-of-pearl buttons coming easily undone. You instantly realize this is how to get Billy Hargrove to shut the fuck up. He's kind of cutely wide eyed, taking in the delicate lace that starts to appear from beneath the soft pink fabric of your sweater. Pressing against the sexy swell of your perfect tits. Seen plenty of tits in his time, but something about you... about those...
"Fuck."
Swallows hard, cock fully hard and throbbing uncomfortably beneath jeans that feel way too tight right now. Wishes he could adjust himself, but he's kind of too lost in the beauty in front of him.
"You like it?"
You ask, voice almost a whisper.
"Fuck. I love them, they're perfect."
Words catch in his throat, blue eyes glued to your full pretty cleavage. Pretty tits enveloped by the prettiest pink lace bra, tiny bow smack dab in between two perfect globes. God they look so deliciously soft. Whistles out low as he drinks in every detail of your smooth skin.
"I mean, my bra silly... do you like it? I just bought it at that new mall over on the other side of town."
You start buttoning your sweater back up, disappointment crossing his face.
"I mean, I'd like it better if it was on the floor right now, but yeah, it's nice."
Says, aggravated that you've covered yourself back up. You lean forward, your palms falling flat against his massive spread thighs and he gets a little sly smirk. Your hands a little too close to his rock hard cock.
"Okay. So if you study for another half hour, I'll show you the matching panties."
He glances down at your hands, leaning on his thighs, and you quickly remove them, sitting back up straight in your chair.
"Matching panties, huh?"
Chuckles like he just won the lottery.
"Okay princess, you show me those matching panties, maybe I'll let you see what's under these jeans."
Gives his bulge a little grab and squeeze, both for some relief and for effect.
"That stays in your pants."
You say and his smirk instantly fades, leans back roughly, tilting the chair back on two legs and hitting against the wall again. By the time he leaves you're sure there's going to be a big hole there from the amount of times he's done that.
"Fine, whatever."
Shifts in his seat, the chair smacking back down against the floor, hard, making a loud bang. Trying to ignore the way his dick is pressed against his leg uncomfortably and wondering why he's still even here. You're not even his type, probably a virgin... everything sweet and pink and delicate and perfect... but then he thinks about the promise of panties and his cock pulses and he picks up the book once again.
You have to admit after a while, that Billy is being a good boy. Every time you glance over at him he seems to be reading. Hopefully you can get him to be serious when you quiz him later. I mean what's not to love about Romeo and Juliet, right?
After what seems like hours, to him anyway because it was basically like 10 minutes, he slams the book down and turns his whole body to face yours.
"I've been patient as a fuckn' saint. Times up... even if it isn't."
Can't resist another second, his thick fingers reach out, touching your bare thigh, hand slowly sliding up under your little ruffle skirt.
"No touchies, remember?"
You remind him, pushing his hand away, then standing up before he can respond, slipping your skirt down your sexy legs, falling at your feet where you kick it across the room. You smile, all cute and kind of shy, head tilted to your shoulder, biting your bottom lip. Twirling around to show him the tiny pretty lacy panties that barely cover your supple ass cheeks. Matching the bra you showed him earlier, perfectly.
You stand there in front of him with your tight pink sweater and these pretty soft pink lace panties, with a tiny bow, not in the front like with the bra, but in the back, on top of a little opening showing the top part of your ass crack. Your legs are sexy and smooth, like you've slathered them in baby oil and his cock aches just looking at you. Better than any porn mag he's ever seen.
Billy is at a loss for words. Never seen anything so sexy in his entire life. You, little prissy good girl with these dirty panties on making him feel like he could cum in his jeans. Rubs his hand on his bulge, where there's a wet spot, looks down for a beat making sure he didn't actually cum, he's so overheated right now.
You. That soft sweetness lures him in, then you just so easily push him away...
Enough is enough.
Stands up from the chair, bending slightly forward, wrapping one arm around your bare thighs, hoisting you up and over one shoulder, picking you up, then throwing you down onto your bed, where you bounce softly, hair falling out of your pony tail.
Crawls over you, lowering his full body weight against you. Beautiful ocean blue eyes right there, staring into yours and your heart flutters. He's too beautiful up close. There's these tiny freckles you've never noticed before, across the bridge of his nose and dotting across his cheeks.
"I said no touchies, remember?"
Your soft sweet cherry scented breath hits his lips and his dick twitches.
"No touchies? You sure about that, princess?"
Laughs soft and low, hips grinding against your thigh, wants you to see what you've done to him. What he's been sitting with for the past hour. You do, you feel it and it makes you worry a little. You expected it to be big, but not quite that big.
Suddenly he's kissing you hard, all tongue and teeth. There's nothing soft and gentle about the way Billy kisses. Fat tongue pushes past your soft lips, deep and full of complete lust, fills your entire mouth, sloppy and achingly heady and beautiful. Kisses you completely breathless, until your head is spinning and your body is aching. Suddenly you're wrapping your arms around his shoulders and moving your hips back against his.
"Billy... we should probably slow down a little."
You moan against his lips, saying words you don't really mean. Dear Lord, how did you end up exactly where you said you wouldn't.... but his lips are so warm... and he smells so good... and his body is so heavy against yours and well... maybe you've earned a little break before getting back to studying.
"Come on, stop giving me that innocent girl shit. Wanna see my panties, Billy... wanna see my perfect tits, Billy."
He teases, mimicking your voice.
Just like his mouth is fast, his hands are even faster. Catches you off guard, opening your cashmere sweater with one fast pull, unclasping your bra like he's done this a million times before, pushing the delicate lace quickly out of the way. Your sweet soft breasts jiggling out of the cups. Mouth quick, sucks greedily on your hard peak. Other hand skimming gently across to your opposite tit, his palm is warm as he squeezes, you let out a soft little whimper.
"So soft, you this soft everywhere, angel?"
Mumbles against your tit and it tickles, flicks it with his hot tongue. Lifts his head, staring down, before spitting down onto your hardened nipple, watching his saliva pool, then slide slowly down the curve or your breast. Drags his hot tongue along the trail, lapping it up with the flat of his tongue, softly moaning at the way you taste and the soft little jiggle that happens as he licks.
You gasp, making him smirk. Can't believe he just did that.... that's weird, right? Then why do you feel all hot and dizzy?
You glance over at Mr. Squish Squish in the corner of the room and you can tell he's disappointed in you. Close your eyes against the warmth of Billy's mouth, the dampness of your pussy ruining your new panties, and you think... this isn't wrong at all, everything about this is just right.
Large palm runs down your belly, across your belly button, rough fingers leave a trail of goosebumps over your delicate skin. Stops at the lace, just below your naval, tugs them down, rough and fast. Thick fingers find your slick folds, makes this sound from deep in his chest when his fingers slide easily through your soaked pussy lips.
"Mmm... fuck... this all for me, angel?"
Angel.
Why's he keep calling you that and making you melt. You are an angel and him... he must be the devil in disguise because you know this wasn't your plan when you invited him over, yet somehow here you are. Lured in by the smell of cigarettes and tight denim. Who thought you'd be that easy.
Fingers tease, circling your swollen clit with his big thumb, watching your pretty face while he does it. Cock throbbing, desperate to rush things along, but he's been patient all this time, what's a few minutes more, wants to enjoy this. Plus you're really pretty and he's enjoying the cute little faces you're making right now.
You whimper and moan. His hand making you feel like you could cum already and you kind of can't believe that he actually got you naked so fast. But all your friends warned you about being alone with Billy. He just has this way about him.
"So pretty like this... all soft and needy... ready for me."
Why's he talk like that? Say such beautifully dirty things. Things no other guy has ever said to you. His mouth is on yours again, fast and searing, tongue slipping into your mouth and at the same time his tongue goes deep, he pushes two long, thick, fingers into your tight heat, stroking your walls, feeling them tighten around his digits.
You gasp against his lips.
Thumb rubs firm around your clit, finger fucking you nice and slow, teasingly. His mouth pulls away from yours to kiss a hot trail down your neck, stopping to suck a bruise onto your soft skin. You'll worry about hiding that later.
What happened? You started the day perfectly, had these rules you promised yourself you would follow if he was coming into your bedroom, your rules... but rules that have long since gone out the window, as he adds a third finger to your tight pussy, stroking deep, nipping and licking you everywhere he can get his mouth on.
There's a heat in your low belly, coiling with this tension. He's winding you tighter and tighter with his skillful fingers and hot tongue and beautiful breath and a heat coming off him that feels almost feverish. Somehow you're completely naked and he's still fully dressed and it all happened so quickly, everything a blur of desire and lust.
You gasp, soft and sweet, these delicious little noises coming from your throat and your chest that you feel like you have no control over anymore. He's fucking you with his fingers faster, pumping in and out and, rubbing your clit harder, fingers curling and hitting against your g-spot. He's the only guy whose ever touched you there, like he was built to please you.
"Ohhh god... Billy... I don't know... I can't.... !!"
You lose it, back arches up as you push your cunt against his hand, moaning loud, body goes rigid, toes curling against your perfect pink bedspread. Your pussy flutters and squeezes round his thick fingers, your body trying to suck them in, get them as deep as possible, as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over your entire body.
Groans, deep, feeling your cunt gripping his digits as he strokes and finger fucks you through your orgasm, watching your face as you cum for him.
"So fuckn' sexy, baby girl."
Sits up, quickly pulling down his jeans and briefs, thick cock pops out and you softly gasp at the sheer size of it. You heard the rumors, but you weren't quite sure if the girls in the locker room were just exaggerating, but clearly they were not.
You whimper softly, staring at the massive thing pointing straight up at you and you wonder how on earth that could possible fit inside you.
"Billy... there's no way that is gonna fit...."
You whine softly, lips parted, staring at it with big doe eyes.
"Just the tip, baby, promise, just the tip. Just need to feel you."
He says.
"You promise, Billy?"
You ask, knowing better than to trust anything he says.
"Yeah, just the tip, promise, baby."
Cock bobs heavy against his abs, thick shaft throbs and you swallow, nervous but also excited. So hard it looks painful, and the thing is huge, honestly it's the prettiest cock you've ever seen. Soft pink on top, glistening with precum that makes it kind of look like its sparkling, one long vein along the shaft. The color so pretty, just a shade lighter than his tan body.
Wraps his hand around it, stroking and you feel like you could watch him do this until he shoots his load all over you, but he positions himself quickly between your spread thighs. Fat tip nudges against your folds, sliding through your wetness and oh god it feels so good, so heavy, the pressure as he pushes against your hole is delicious.
Rocks his hips, pushing the swollen head against your hole more, feeling the slick folds part just for him. Fingers of one hand digging into your hip, fighting with everything he has not to slam deep into your cunt and fuck you stupid. Been such a tease, you deserve it.
"Oh, Billy... want you inside... please... hurry!"
You say, surprising him again. You can't take another second without it.
"Sure, baby?"
"Mmmm... yes, please."
Chuckles soft, circling his hips gently, letting the tip catch on your hole.
"So wet, baby... mmm... gonna slide right in, nice and easy."
Why's he still talking? You want it. You want him. Never been with someone so big before, how can you handle him, your pussy grips him. Can feel the size of him even though it's just the head. His body hot and heavy on yours, his hips rock soft, stretching you good around the girth of the tip, then it pops inside you, making your walls clench, gripping tight.
"Oh holy fuck!!"
You cry out. It fits snug, your body hugging him tight, the pretty delicate lips of your pussy swallowing him.
Billy looms over your, his body muscular, dwarfs your smaller form beneath him. He's quiet, but his heavy breaths wash over your face in hot little puffs, his eyes are intense.
"Fuck, you like that... sweetest fuckn' cunt."
His voice is raspy, gripping your hip hard as he slams into you, so lost in using your pussy for his pleasure.
Your face is beautiful, lost in your own pleasure beneath his heavy body, the way your tight cunt swallows just the head of his thick cock, rubbing past the most sensitive part of his dick, just under the head, before swallowing his length when he ruts, balls deep into your warmth. Could lose it in a heartbeat, but keeps his thrusts a little faster because if he goes too slow he'll cum from this perfect pussy, this perfect girl.
"More Billy... deeper... please, just a little bit."
You beg him and he chuckles. Taking your legs, holding behind your knees and pushing them down against your chest, squishing your tits. Your ankles wrapping around his shoulders as he lays his weight back on you, your legs sandwiched between your two bodies.
"Need more, baby... need more of my cock?"
Voice breathy and low. Your tight heat enveloping him, his eyes flutter close for a beat, feeling your walls stretch and squeeze around his cock.
Grip the sheets next to you, as he pounds you into the mattress, slamming into your pussy.
"You were made for this, sweet and tight, and so fuckn' pretty."
Pants, and you can't believe how sweet he sounds. Sexy, soft words spilling from his lips as he buries his thick cock deep into your cunt, again and again, setting a slow deep rhythm, sinking into your welcoming body, the head of his cock smacking against your cervix.
"Billy... so big.... feels so good... ohhhh!"
You whimper, pussy gripping his thick shaft ,tight, like she wants to swallow him. So lost in your own pleasure it doesn't really hit you how fast he's fucking into you now, changing speeds suddenly, how fucking deeply he's filling you up. You hear it, the lewd wet sounds filling your room, the pounding of the headboard against the wall, fucking into you so hard, giving you every last inch of his massive cock, fucking you good with his full length and powerful hips. He's athletic and god you can feel it.
Your second peak building fast.
"Taking my cock so well, baby. Making such a pretty mess all over me."
You stare up at him, kind of wide eyed. You moan loud as his cock fills you so completely. Swear if you look down you'll see him outlined in your abdomen. Your pretty polished nails scape along his tan skin, leaving pink welts as your hips meet his, seeking out that intense pleasure. His cock rutting against your sweet spot, your feet dancing around his neck.
Your back arched, his thick thumb back against your clit, your palms flat against his pecs. Overwhelming delicious pressure building in your core, moaning loud and sexy in his face as you cum again, thighs trembling, pussy milking his cock. Billy fucks you though your release, his eyes looking down to where you two are joined together. Loves watching it sink deep.
Loves how pretty you look when you cum. Loves how warm and wet you are for him, his dick twitching inside you. Overwhelms him and he loses it too.
Quickly pulls out, stroking his slick shaft.
"Fuck... gonna cum."
Hisses through his teeth, voice strained as hot cum shoots out and lands against the pretty skin of your belly, and up onto your tits. One particularly powerful shot lands all warm on your chin, making you flinch.
His hand works his shaft, mouth open with pretty huffs of heavy breaths spilling out. You watch him and god he looks so pretty. Soft eyelashes flutter, sweat on his forehead, making his curls cling there. You just sort of swallow, in awe of the amount of cum that coats your skin.
Kisses you, nipping at your already raw bottom lip, cursing under his breath, breathing heavy and hard.
Quickly rolls off, reaching across you for his pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. You notice his hand is shaking softly as he lights it and takes a long drag, exhaling slowly.
"You okay, baby?"
He asks. Doesn't look at you, just up to the ceiling, blowing out perfect circles of smoke, and you wonder if he's bored already.
You get up, grabbing your clothes, getting dressed, turning to him.
"Okay, you gotta leave now."
His eyebrows furrow, cigarette dangling, kind of confused. Used to being the one who makes a quick exit, the one who sets the terms. Girls always so desperate to have his attention, but here you stand, half naked and beautiful, telling him basically to get the fuck out.
Sits up slow, smirking softly around his cigarette, looking at your pretty face.
"Oh? You're kicking me out now?"
Stubs out his cigarette on your bedside table and you want to punch him. Stands up, stretching his arms over his head like he's in no hurry at all.
You don't respond, but the look on your face says it all.
"Fair enough, baby. Can take a hint."
Pulls on his briefs and jeans, buttoning them achingly slow, smirking at you the whole time as you dance around, fixing the bed and gathering the rest of your clothes.
Leans over your vanity, checking his disheveled curls, trying to tame them. He's stalling and he knows it.
"Ya know, most girls would be begging me to stay."
Says into his reflection in the mirror.
"Yeah, well, I'm not... you gotta go!"
You say and he chuckles as you push his shirt into his hands. Standing there with your arms folded across your chest.
A genuine smile spreads across his face. What the hell is going on here. Puts his shirt on super slow, you stand and watch it slip down over his head and onto that gorgeous tan body you just had your hands all over.
He's just smiling, watching you watching him.
"Yeah, yeah... you said that already."
Voice deep and teasing, grabs his keys that were lying on the bedside table, putting them in his front pocket.
"You're not a desperate little thing, begging for my attention, at least not when you're upright."
Smirks, standing there in front of you.
"Kinda like that about you, baby."
You smile all soft and pretty, pony tail long gone, hair soft and falling around your face.
"Yeah, well, Hargrove... you pass that test and maybe I'll show you what I can do with my mouth."
Laughs, running his hand through his hair again. This girl. You. Sweet and innocent looking little fawn, it's just an act, because you're a little whore, and you've got him under your spell, you just don't know it yet.
"You're fuckn' teasing me now."
Coming close and grabbing your hips, his eyes roaming over that beautiful face, a face that will haunt his dreams tonight, imagining your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.
"You know I'm not. Now get the fuck out of my room."
You tease. Pushing against his chest.
"Fuck. You're somethin' else, know that?"
Laughs low, shaking his head as he backs up, walking towards the door of your room. There's still this little reluctance to leave.
He pauses at the doorway, looking back at you. Would love to stay for another round, but knows he's got to be patient. You're going to make him work for it.
"For the record babe, read that book already."
Grins, white teeth flash as he winks and closes the door behind him.
"Brat!"
You stand there smiling, shaking your head in disbelief.
But Billy... he's already thinking about when he can see you again. Your Love's Baby Soft clinging to his shirt and making him lose his mind, knows he needs to step up his game.
You, pretty little thing, giving him a challenge, fuck that makes his cock twitch. Better go home and make sure he remembers absolutely everything in that damn book.
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