Some girls want sweet. You prefer Billy Butcher.
Warnings: just smut with a lil bit of plot lol🔞 and cursing/dirty talk
“Thaaa’s it. Nice’n slow, love.”
A quiet gasp escaped your kiss-swollen lips.
“Really feel it deep inside ya.”
Your hands leaned against his chest to support every slow roll of your hips. Billy’s callused hands guided your movements, fingertips bruising your soft skin. Dark eyes flicked between your flushed face and your heaving breasts every time his cock brushed that special spot inside. He’d smiled like the devil himself when you told him he’d been the only one to find it—or reach it for that matter.
“Billy—fuck,” you whimpered.
“You’re so—so…” Your trembling voice trailed off, focused on grinding down into his lap.
Billy sat up a bit in the loveseat with a breathy chuckle, spread legs adjusting their stance. “So w’at, pet? Deep? Big? Handsome? Take ya pick.”
Your head fell back between your shoulder blades with a loud moan, hips increasing their pace, but he wasn’t having it. He liked watching you slowly fall apart—seeing the pleasure build with every stroke, every gasp, every touch under his precise command. You’d lost your train of thought as your eyes followed him leaning forward and gently kissing each peaked nipple.
Hot breath fanned over your skin as he chuckled. “If that lad could see you now. Ridin’ the boss’s cock while he wanks off thinkin’ of ya. Tsk tsk tsk.”
A tiny whimper slipped out, nails digging into his skin.
“A sweet bird like you needs a sweet lad like ‘im.”
You shook your head. “D-Don’t want sweet.”
A dark rumble vibrated against your palms. “I know. Tha’s why you’re ‘ere…beggin’ to bounce on me cock, innit? Ya need somethin’ mean’a.”
Your head bobbed up and down.
“Lil’ bunny likes the big bad wolf,” he crooned in his gravelly voice, “I give it to ya how ya need it.”
He watched as you took one of his hands from your hip to press against your breast. He was quick to knead the plush flesh before taking your nipple between his fingers, rolling and tugging it until you whined.
“My poor mate Hughie. Can’t work up the courage to ask ya out. Can’t see through those lovesick eyes to see you’re spoken for,” he teased.
“Ngh! Fuck, you feel so good, Billy!”
The way his cock slid along your walls had shivers trickling down your spine. Pleasure simmered closer and closer to boiling over with each drag against your g-spot. You couldn’t take your eyes off him: his whole upper body exposed by his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, jeans and boxers shoved down to his thighs, dark eyes watching you just as closely with a lazy smile.
The sound of a cellphone ringing cut through the lusty fog.
You felt it vibrating in his jeans pocket. Billy snaked his hand from your hip to the phone, the screen illuminating his face as he read the caller ID. His expression changed to one of pure mischief.
He flipped the phone, showing you Hughie’s name lighting up.
You tensed, but couldn’t bring yourself to stop.
You came to a halt when he swiped to answer, pressing the phone to his ear.
“Hughie, my son. How can I be of service?” He asked the question so casually.
A nervous pit formed in your stomach. Billy grasped your hip with his free hand and began urging your movements. You tried to fight it, but that mounting pleasure was hard to ignore.
His smirk widened as you continued rolling and bouncing along his length.
You heard Hughie yammering on about something, and you bit your lip to keep silent.
Billy was no help. He thrust his hips up, forcing a small moan to burst forward.
He turned his attention back to the call. “Nuffin’. Just the telly.”
You held back a whine as his hand shifted to circle a thumb over your swollen clit. The sexual tension seemed to thicken with the threat of being heard by the guy who possessed a not-so-secret crush on you.
“Listen, mate. It’s bloody late, and I’m tryin’ to have a beer and a wank to a rivetin’ performance of Angelina Jolie as Lara Croft. F’ink this conversation could wait till tomorrow?”
You barely heard Hughie stumble over an awkward apology before Billy hung up. He tossed the phone to the couch before grabbing your other hip, guiding you into a faster pace.
“You’re—You’re terrible,” you stammered.
“Not as terrible as you, love. Felt this cunt squeezin’ down on me like’a python the whole time,” he chuckled. “Dirty lil’ bird likes the thrill of gettin’ caught.”
His hips began meeting your movements. More pathetic moans escaped as he worked with you. The immense feeling spread from the bottoms of your feet to behind your eyes, ascending towards that wonderful peak that would have you seeing stars.
“How ‘bout a kiss, darlin’?” he asked, that cheeky smile still spread across his face.
You leaned down, smashing your lips to his before you felt burly arms wrap around your body. Billy planted his feet more firmly and began brutally thrusting. He growled over your loud cry, continuing his assault on your mouth and cunt.
Gasping, you pulled away to press your mouth to his neck. “Yes! Oh god, yes!”
“Tell me how much ya like it,” he commanded.
“I—I love it! I love your cock, Billy!”
“Ya gonna cum on it? Scream my name?”
“Yes! Make me cum!” you wailed.
You trembled and moaned into his sweaty neck as your orgasm washed over you. Euphoria flooded from your core, shockwaves vibrating to the rest of your body. His name and a plea to cum inside bled together with your exquisite sounds of ecstasy.
Warmth flooded inside your cunt as Billy moaned in your ear. Your body began to twitch with overstimulation as he thrust a few more times, ensuring every last shot of his spend was inside.
Both of you settled into the comfortable aftermath. Your body rose and fell with his panting while still clinging to him. Goosebumps rippled across flushed skin as his hands skimmed across your back in comfort. You responded with gentle kisses down his neck and chest.
“Right where ya want ta be, aren’t ya?” his hoarse voice broke the post-sex silence.
When he felt you nod against his peck, he chuckled, reaching down to place a gentle kiss to your head.
