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[ The beads clink together under her toying fingers, her mouth hot and desperate—just like his. He's been thinking about it since before he first came over to put her shelf together, when the focus was more on hair tips than getting under her skirt. After though, he couldn't stop thinking about it; how they'd both eked out secret parts of themselves, how they'd turned coy, talking of piercings. They hadn't fucked though. Billy's been thinking about it. Obviously. ]

You're so fucking hot, [ he mumbles between their mouths, voice a rumbling groan when her hand tightens in his hair. He clearly likes it, continues running his tongue over his lip, against hers in return.

His hand kneads her ass, rocks her core against his growing hard on; the other runs over her jaw, tips her head to the side as he mouths against the soft skin of her neck. The hand keeps trailing down, pulling her robe to the side, exposing her shoulder, then more. ]

Gonna fuck you just how you want it. [ He sucks a mark against her clavicle. ] Tell me how you want it.

[ You're so fucking hot. She's heard that before, maybe even from Billy at some point. Before, it didn't matter, but now it does.

Now, it makes her feel great. Like she's the hottest thing on this planet and she's reveling in it. His head dips down to mouth at her neck and she finds herself searching for his lone earring among the heat (her grip goes slack on those beads, breathes out a trembly little ooohh that peters out into a whine), fingers sinking deeper into his hair, encouraged by how wet his tongue is and the blunt, hot, scrape of teeth at her skin.

She's on fire. He'll feel it, the flush of warmth spreading through her body, the pretty pink that dapples that bare shoulder. And there's nothing beneath this silk robe but skin— no camisole, no bra, not even a panty. It means Billy's trousers get the brunt of how wet she is, soaking him the longer his big hand is splayed at her ass, rocking her to, fro. Kindly moving her where he wants, helping her remember there's something thick and eager she's sitting on. She moans— ]

Oh, Billy.. [ She feels like a teenager, how excited she is by him. By this stupid hickey. By how the hell she even managed this— Billy's sex on legs, taking the lead where she fumbles and asks her what she wants. He's gorgeous and his voice is like velvet. It's all music to her ears, turns her on just as much as the promise of a good, long, fuck. ] Fuck me like I'm the only girl in the world. Like I'm the only one you'll ever want. Like you can't get enough of me.

[ She turns her head to mouth at the palm of his hand (maybe even to mumble this all out a little, because she's embarrassed, because she's shy even as she's on his lap). ]

[ Jesus fucking Christ. It bears repeating: ] Jesus Christ, you are so goddamn hot. [ She's whining, she's writhing, she's making sweet little sounds that make his blood roar. He wasn't lying to her. She's like a centerfold. Like a girl out of perfume ad or, if he's being honest, the kind of girl he wants to see all spread out in a Playboy. He doesn't have to wait for the December issue to come out though, he's got her piled in his arms.

She mumbles against his palm and he drags his thumb over her lip, the pad pressing in. ] I can't get enough of you. [ The truth. He's not gonna wanna stop. ] Only got eyes for you; let me see.

[ She's bare under the robe and he doesn't nut immediately, which is fucking great, because getting an eye on her almost does it. His hand leaves the silk covering her ass, but only so it can run up and down her bare flank, sliding under her breast to feel the weight, thumb dragging over her nipple. His other hand leaves her mouth, because if he doesn't get his leather trousers open he's going to die, or his dick's going to suffer an injury. He doesn't stop thumbing her nipple, the pointer joins too to pluck at the rosy nub. Between them, his cock is hard, wet at the tip, and he grips the base, a reminder to himself that he's planning on fucking the shit out of this girl, not coming because he's gonna finally get his mouth on her tits. ]

Your tits are... fuck, Lottie. [ he mumbles as his hand slides from his dick to the V of her legs, sliding under her wet core. His fingers press at her entrance and the heel of his palm grinds down on her clit... as he ducks his head, mouth closing around her nipple, tongue flat against it. ]

[ Her tongue is warm and inviting against his thumb and she wraps her lips around him. Sucks him soft, curious, like she's shy despite all that she's let him do. And when Billy explores her and he's got her in a trance. She can't look away when he palms at her breast, feels just how pillowy soft she is when he gets a handful, plays with her like she's his favorite toy. She's so sensitive that her breath hitches high and pretty as he thumbs at one rosy nipple, body trembling the slightest at the thrum of good good good hitting her brain, her cunt. Lottie is barely present enough to realize his hand is gone, barely catching the sound of him freeing himself between his attention.

(It means she doesn't quite catch onto what he plans to do next, either.) ]

O-ohhh— mmnnn. [ Lottie's wet and sticky like the summer rain, her slick coating his hand when he grinds down on her clit. Her eyes slip closed, a choked moan dancing out of her lips— he's got his mouth at her tit, too, wrapped eager around a nipple. She bucks down at his fingers, sinks lower so he might dip inside and feel (encouraged by) the hot heat of her pussy sucking him in. Bucks down so she can smear more of herself on his hand to feel the electric jolt of pleasure that starts at her clit and shoots straight through her veins.

She's got that hand anchored even more at his head, letting him know she likes him where he's at (mouthing at her tit, his tongue pressed flat to the nub of her). Letting him know she likes watching him, where he's at, a mental thrum of hot white elation flitting over to him. She starts a meager little rock on his hand, trying to find the right angle and rhythm that makes her brain go fuzzy. ]

God, I've thought about this [ you ] like.. An embarrassing amount.

Yeah? [ he says, breathy against her chest, head ducking up to look at her, grinning wildly.

She's moving so sweetly, poised on his lap, and she's so warm when his fingers slide into her tight heat. She's so sensitive, cunt fluttering sweetly around his fingers, telling him she needs more. He'll give her more. Soon.

His tongue flicks her nipple, and he draws his fingers back, missing her heat, but he holds up his slit-wet fingers, slides one into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed on a moan. Then he slides it to her mouth, sliding his fingers over her teeth, onto the soft pillow of her tongue, letting her taste herself. ]

Did you touch yourself? [ His eyes are gleaming, focused on her, on the way her mouth closes around his fingers. ] What'd you picture? How it'll feel when I slide home? My head between your legs? You know I'd play with your tits all night. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?

[ She gives a weak little exhale, warm and wet around his fingers when he pulls out of her. Warm and wet on her tongue, when he urges her mouth to open so she can taste herself. She blushes terribly, the tips of her ears burning at how fucking hot this all is. How it hit deep in her gut, shot straight to her clit, how gorgeous he looked sucking at his fingers. ]

Mmm— [ Around those digits, daring a glance down at him as she hollows those cheeks a little. What was she thinking about?

Well, it's a small town.

The chances of seeing each other are high. Grew higher after he dropped by her house, and she just started seeing his perky ass everywhere. At the tavern. By that little shop he works at blowing glass and carrying bags of something, flexing his stupid big arms. ]

No, no idea at all. I mean— okay, that's a lie. Some idea. [ She laughs, cute, a little emboldened. She's sat on his dick this entire time, she's felt how hard he is. She runs her own hand down his forearm, lets him smear her spit across her lips to make them shiny and wet. ] I dunno. Stuff. Like you carrying me while you fuck me or like, eating me out.. You look like you'd be good at that.

Oh, sweetheart, [ his voice turns to a little rumble, deep in his chest, practically a purr. He's smiling, but there's something smug in his eyes. He's terribly confident. He's terribly vain. He finds her unbearably hot. ] I'll eat you out like you're a four course meal. [ He's laughing a little, torn between how hot this is and the fun he's having. ] I'll eat you out until you put up the 'sorry, we're closed' sign.

[ Some other time, he'd love to see her mouth around his dick. If her lips sucking on his fingers was any indication, it's gonna be a sight to behold.

He ducks his head closer, kisses her again, one quick chaste kiss before he deepens it. ] We've got all night.

[ His hands return to her ass, fingers digging in before his palms brace, and when he stands, he heaves her up too. He's got her, grinning against her mouth as he walks her back against a door. His cock's snug against her, well acquainted with how wet she is. When he moves, the head glides against her lips, and when his hips shift, it's a tease against her entrance.

For his own preening: ] Tell me you want me.

[ It's a sensory overload— his sweetheart, his words. He's got her wrapped around his finger and she's stupidly turned on by what he's promising, how honestly he means it. Billy wants her a crying mess and she wants that too, so much that all she can do is warble out a whimper in response when she finally looks him in the eye. Christ. He swallows up the please that near leaves her lips, Lottie anchoring herself closer to him when he ducks back down to close the distance, kiss her deeply.

And it hits her in the best of ways, the realization of what he's doing (he's listening to her, he's listening to her, oh god he's going to make her feel so good she screams to herself). Her arms wrap tight around his neck, legs anchor themselves around him despite knowing Billy has more than enough strength to carry her. Her heart thumps loudly in her chest and she's so fucking excited, a little drunk on the feeling of his thick cock at her pussy.

Lottie makes the prettiest noises when his every step jostles her, creates an odd jittery rhythm of up, down, against his length. It's even better when he stops against her bedroom door, teases her just so he can see the way she keens. It's incredible— ]

Want you so bad, Billy. [ It is immediate, so wholeheartedly honest the way she tells him. Billy is big and strong and so attentive, so everything she likes in someone it's making her brain fuzzy. With every stroke, she's wetter. With every shift of his needy head, she whines— looks a little lost in it, how good every ridge of him feels even at her lips. ] This is so hot—

I've never been so hot for somebody in my entire life, it's crazy. [ She tries to move her hips to no avail— Billy has her in his hands, and he has control over how much of him she can feel. ] Your dick is so big.

[ She's whimpering, mewling, making the sweetest little sounds. He wonders if she's been fucked like this before. Maybe. She lives in fuck-town just like he does, but his pride still blooms with how her big brown eyes are looking at him like he's filling up the room like he's become her universe. She's his when he's like this, hungry and focused and he wants her crying out. ]

'bout to feel a lot bigger, [ he promises, keeping her pinned and secure in her arms as his hands dig into the meat of her ass, tilt her pelvis until he's pressing against her snugly and then slipping into the impossible warmth of her.

He groans, deep and guttural against her mouth, eyes cloudy as he looks at her, so consumed by watching her pleasure bloom across her face. ] You're so fucking tight, pretty girl.

[ Her head hits the door first, swings back when she's suddenly full. She's breathless in a matter of seconds, toes curling, eyes a little glossy. He's groaning hot, deep, just as stricken as she is and she turns to swallow every bit of sound. Like she doesn't want anyone else to hear what she's doing to Billy, what he's doing to her. But she barely has enough brain power for that, nails curling into the muscle of his shoulders realizing just how— ]

Deep. Deep, oh, you're—

[ She doesn't think she's ever felt so filled to the brim before, gravity working in her favor and making sure Billy stays to the hilt inside her wet warmth. She's trembling a little, mumbling (mouthing) nonsense at his lips when she isn't trying to hide her face. Her whole body is on fire and they haven't even started fucking yet. She's embarrassed. She's thrilled. ]

Oh my god.. Wow.

[ He does feel bigger. So, so much that she nods feverishly to his pretty girl, hips tilting up like she wants to be even closer in turn. ]

[ Is there a sweeter sight? Is there a better compliment than a girl being full on your dick and looking at you like that? Lottie's cheeks are flushed, her doe eyes liquid-y, she's mumbling against his mouth and Billy grins against her lips.

It's good. It's so good. She's so hot— they're so hot?

How'd this happen again? He owes some fuckwit a fruit basket if his (or her?) failure means he gets to be the one to make Lottie fall apart. ]

Told you, baby. I've got you.

[ And he better have her, because his hands knead into her ass, hips pulling back, just enough time for him to miss her sweet heat— then he's fucking back in, back to the hilt, and then again, and again, his breath coming out hot and warm between them, his own expression staying glued to hers. It gets him off— watching her, not just how good she feels, but what he's doing to her. His hips keep pistoning, steady slaps of skin on skin when he locks their mouths together again. ]

[ It's a slow, painful drag when he pulls out. Billy makes her whimper into the silence, brows twisting up and high as her teeth scrape into her bottom lip— ]

Fuck, fuck me, oh my god.. ThankyouBilly—

[ She's burning up and the bare thread of silk covering her body feels like lava, like it's one layer away from her fully feeling him. And that's all she wants right now: him. To feel as much of him as she can. The way he grips tight at her ass, how he pistons into her while looking at her like that. He's breathing hot against her kiss swollen lips and she's in a trance. Keening hot and needy for him the harder he fucks into her pussy, soaking and happily taking him to the hilt. Clenching tight around him like she doesn't want to let go.

She clings close to him when they kiss, pebbled nipples pressing up against him, breasts bouncing with every hard thrust up into her wet heat. Lottie kisses him feverishly, like he's the only thing she wants to taste. Knits her fingers into his curly locks and she deepens their kiss, feeling equal parts hot and romantic. ]

You feel so good inside me baby, soso perfect. So hot. You're so hot— [ She could cum like this, Christ. She hopes she does. ] Fuck.

Oh my god— [ Breathed out harshly, because she's fucking thanking him, quivering in his arms, clenching sweetly around his cock, hot and sweaty and keening so pretty for him to keep fucking her. God— it feels unreal.

He buries his head against her neck, breathes in her sweat, her shampoo, before he licks salt off her collar bone, presses his mouth against her skin and sucks. ]

You're so fucking beautiful, [ he mutters, hips snapping up, grinding against her. He's determined not to blow before her, but when their lips reconnect and she calls him hot, his face is a pleasant red. God— just listen to her. ]

Wanna hear you come, [ he begs. ] How loud do you get, Lottie girl? [ Her back presses into the wall when he fucks into her, uses the extra support to drag one of his hands from her ass to her pelvis, his thumb dipping down to her folds, dragging down against her clit, against that space where they're joined. ]

[ When he calls her beautiful, truthfully she is already there. When she sees how red his face is when they kiss, the blush spilling good and proper across his cheeks and to his ears, she's keening high and needy for him, struggling to keep eye contact no matter how much she wants to.

It gets overwhelming when he begs, how fast and hard she comes. It gets too intense when his thumb dips down between their bodies and digs hard into her clit.

But she rides it out for him, so desperate to please Billy on top of herself that she doesn't try and muffle her cries by biting into the skin of his shoulder. She lets him feel every crescendo, every shake and stutter of her body as she ruts hot and heavy against him. Wants him to hear how loud she gets, how her voice cracks and breaks into sobs when she starts crying from the pleasure, when the hot white flash of it is over and she's jerkily riding it out on his thumb. She cries Billy more than she can count, ]

B-Billy, [ She hiccups, hips jumping up up up away from his hand, further up his cock, nails digging more than crescent moons into him. It feels as good as it is painful, the post orgasm overstimulation. She whines, begs, pleads at his lips— ] toomuch, too much, it's too much I can't..

[ She's so hot, she's so beautiful, has he ever seen anything like it? She's a centerfold, a VHS he'd burn through the tape through for, something unreal, except he can feel her, taste her, has her even. She's right here, and he fucks her through her orgasm, eyes open and hungry. When she comes, he feels it in the way she squeezes sweet around his body, how her body trembles, how her voice pitches up, sweetly to a rich, crashing crescendo. How she listens, obeys. ]

Fuck, [ he mutters, in awe, in syrupy pleasure. She's squirming in his arms when he pulls her up, turns and takes to back toward the bed, dropping her down on her back. ] A little more? You can take a little more. Good girl.

[ She's so sweet when he fucks her, all overstimulated gasping before he pulls out, hovers above her, striping his dick with her slick until he groans, coming on her pelvis in pulls of cum before his hand drops to her pelvis, thumb dragging through the mess as his head tilts down to kiss her slow. ]

[ He's moving and she doesn't even notice, too frayed, too jittery, squeezing him a little too tight and more when he swathes her in that good girl. Her heart is beating frantically in her rib cage, skin warm and dewy from how he fucks her into the soft sheet of the blanket. The fingerprints on her ass feel like they're still kissing her skin even when he pulls away, pulls himself out and rubs the needy head of him all over.

Billy is a raw beauty, all concentration and all hers as he shoots his load on her, strip by strip. Lottie moans, hands anchored at his shoulders, his biceps, feeling how each well earned muscle shifts. Runs over his hair as she sees the pretty picture he's made— stupidly delighted that she made him come. He looks so good like this— ]

You look so good like this. [ He kisses her and practically swallows down her affection, and she's not stopping him. Her hands, trembling ever so slightly now that she's getting air, caress his jaw. A thumb brushes his cheekbone. Her hips curve up into his touch, smearing himself all over her. ] It's so crazy how hot you are.. Even when you come.

[ Billy comes, marking up her pretty pelvis and her hands run over him, over skin, through his perfectly coifed hair. Endorphins make him grin, expression soft and syrupy, just a touch goofy. And why not? They deserve it after how good it was, how she shook apart in his arms, how fine she worked him up.

He's preening. ] You have no idea, [ he promises, ] what you looked like coming apart on my dick.

[ He's still grinning, presses their mouths together again, head ducking to nose against her jaw, then lower over her collarbone. He hovers over her, looking at her soft skin, the robe still pooled around her, making her look like a perfume ad turned bunny shoot. ]

How about I clean you up? [ He doesn't slide off the bed though, just slides his body down. He turns his head to press a kiss against the inside of her thigh. Then he grins up at her from between her legs before he dips forward, licks his tongue over her wet folds, over the twinned tastes of her slick and the salty remains of his cum. Tasting the two of them together makes his guts heat. She called him here because she needed a good fuck, and it's going to be a very good fuck if he has anything to do with it, he thinks as he groans, lapping the flat of his tongue over her pretty pussy. ]

[ She doesn't. She has no idea, no frame of reference, has always thought she must've made a weird face but feels sweetly, sickly, adored— confident, when he tells her the opposite. Insinuates that she must've been the prettiest thing he's seen and her cheeks blush, a silly laugh leaving her lips. He swallows some of it down when he kisses her again, her heart feeling warm and full as he dips further down. ]

Huh? [ It's light and airy, a bit distracted because she's drunk off his kisses and affection and still coming down from watching him come down. Lottie doesn't even realize much of what is happening until she realizes she misses his warmth— feels it down south rather than at her collar, her tits, and her eyes go big. ] O-oh—

[ Her stomach is doing flips as she sees him grin between her thighs, sees him press the flat of his tongue over her cunt and she throws her head back. ] Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, fuck, [ It's a warbly little mantra that leaves her lips the longer he licks at her, laps up her wet all over his tongue. And eventually she stops making words and just continues to make noises, moaning through clenched teeth as she pants and whines, body shuddering and legs spreading to accommodate Billy's pretty little mouth, drenching him the longer he works her up to another high. ]

[ He sinks his tongue against her, between her folds, laps up the sweet-sharp taste of her, groaning over how their their tastes have melded together. He could spend hours here, he thinks, working her body up to high after high. He gets a better angle, hauls her thigh over his shoulder when his tongue licks, when his lips close around her clit and suck.

One hand grips her ass, the other glides up her stomach, hand palming her gorgeous tit, thumb rubbing harsh over the raised nipple timed to his tongue lapping, to the eager way he throws himself into begging her body to come again. He bets she can, if he just pushes her a little harder. ]

Taste so fucking good, [ he mumbles hot against her skin, blue eyes darting up to look at the way her head's thrown back, at the sharp line of her jaw while she pants and gasps. Then he's lapping, sucking, licking up her taste and moaning. ]

[ It's almost cruel, it's almost too much, just how he gets her there so eagerly with each stroke, each rub of her nipple. Drunk on her taste, the smell of her thick and heady, sweet like honey with his mouth pressed taut and hungry at her pussy. Her legs twitch and so does that thigh hooked at his shoulder, her heel helplessly digging into his back when she cries out billybillybilly into the air.

She can't look at him anymore (and she tries, she really does, because she likes seeing how hard he's trying, how badly he wants this, how hot he looks with his flushed cheeks sucking at her clit)— her eyes are watering too much from the hot white pleasure of it all, the way blood pumps hot through her veins as she rides her high and rides Billy's gorgeous face. Soaks him without a thought or care.

She ruts up against his wet lips, his warm tongue, fingers rushing to clasp at the sheets before they settle into his soft curls to claw at his scalp. Force him there for a little longer, just a little longer, it feels so good— ] Billy. [ The other clutches desperately at the arm stretched over her belly, nails digging into his bicep, grasping for his hand to squeeze her tit a little harder. It feels like heaven. He feels like heaven. ]

O-ohhh my god. [ She feels like shaking and— oh, she is. Badly. Gasping for air once the crescendo is over, once the music softens. Lottie's grip on him loosens as her whole body reacts to her orgasm, skin flush with sweat and unbearably wet. ] Billy.

Lottie cants her pussy up against his mouth, her heel digging into his back, and she's crying out his name so sweetly it makes his gut twist, his spent dick valiantly twitching against her bed sheets while his tongue laps up her sweet, heady taste. He thinks he could stay down here for as long as she could bear it, wants to show her what he's made of. He's probably going to dream of eating her pussy out with her hoisted up on the tavern's bar, legs spread, hands in his hair, chanting his name for anyone to hear.

She's grasping at him, and he obliges, gives her everything she wants, including a hot grinding twist against her nipple, his lips giving her a punishing suck followed by a soothing lap of his tongue. Then he feels it, right before she gasps. She shakes and shakes and crumbles, pussy pulsing against his mouth, against his tongue when he drags it through her lips. She comes on his face, soaking him, and he groans too, because it's so fucking hot. She is so fucking hot.

He doesn't stop until she's spent, and he has a wide, satisfied grin when he presses a chaste (all things considering) kiss against her inner thigh, before he drags himself up to collapse beside her. He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, head tilting to look at her, smug and pleased and still pink and glistening with sweat.

"Good, right?" he preens.

Stupefied— Lottie is a little stupefied that Billy, pussy soaked and red in the cheeks, even bothers to ask her if it's good (well, he doesn't ask if it's good, he's more approval seeking and even that gets her going, how earnest he is in seeking that validation he did a good job, that Billy kept his promise of a good fuck and a good time). It shows on her face between desperate pants of air, the come down of one of the most intense orgasms she's had here to date.

And then she grins. Stupidly charmed and stupidly endeared. "Uh, amazing." She wipes her forehead, her sweat soaked bangs swooping back. "Incredible." She tilts her head to look at him when she's done peeking at him from the side, coy, maybe a little shy despite their position (naked, fucked out, sweaty).

Her pinky dances beside his bare hip, a hand openly fanning at her warm cheeks, maybe tossing some of that fresh air his way when she stares a little too long at his lashes. His eyes, the lips that were between the apex of her thighs moments ago.

"You're really good at that.. Like, the best, I think."

The best. He's pleased, sweet as pie, grinning at her with his mouth glistening with melted sugar. She's panting next to him, coming down and looking like a doll or a painting, some x-rated VHS come to life.

"The best?" Her pinky traces his hip and he rolls a little further toward her. She is gorgeous, flushed cheeks, pink mouth, naked skin and sweat-stained silk. She's a dream, and he's going to need to replay the memory of her moans, her sweet gasps and cries again and again.

"There's more where that came from." Cocky. Why wouldn't he be cocky? He just had Lottie crying out on his dick, coming on his tongue. He leans in, kisses her mouth, her taste mingling between their mouths. "Easy, when you taste so good."

Cute. Cute, cute, cute, her brain chants. Everything about him is cute — and hot, and sweet, sugary, every synonym her giddy little brain can think of staring at him. His pussy soaked grin, the apples of his cheeks and how they're flushed. Even his hair, sweat soaked, sticky to his skin, still looks styled to perfection.

"More??" Her eyes twinkle at his words, interest peaked even before he kisses her (her cheeks glisten pink at the thought she's tasting as much of herself as she is him). She giggles, whispering excitedly into his lips as her fingers walk down his belly, stops right above the valley where his cock rests. "How many more do I get?"

How many more can he give?

He smiles wide, a cheshire cat grin. He's got youth on his side, youth and what a wet fucking dream Lottie is. Her fingers walk down his belly, and for a moment, he gets butterflies. He's fucked a lot, even before coming here, and they were good, he was good. He takes pride in every girl he got to a shuddering orgasm, but Lottie's so confident.

He's already close, his lips still so near to hers.

"Babygirl. I'm gonna give you a workout."

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