Page 38 of Always the Baker

We danced for what felt like hours, lost in the rhythm and each other. When we finally stumbled out of the club, breathless and laughing, I knew I didn’t want the night to end.

“I think we should go back to my place.”

Billie bit her lip, not hesitating for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

The elevator ride up to my penthouse was charged with tension. Thick tension. As soon as the doors closed, I had her pressed against the wall and my lips on hers. She responded eagerly as her fingers tangled in my shirt.

We barely made it down the hallway before our clothes started coming off. I lifted her onto the kitchen counter, trailing kisses down her neck as she whimpered my name. It was only fitting that I feast on her pussy since it had quickly become my favorite meal. After she came and squirted all over me, I lifted and allowed her a moment to compose herself.

What followed was wild, passionate, and intense. Billie was full of surprises, matching my energy and then some. As we lay tangled in my sheets afterward, catching our breath, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this… alive. Being with her gave me a feeling nothing else did. Even with all the fun, exciting, and adventurous things I’d done, being with her was on a different level.

As I turned to look at Billie, I caught a flicker of something in her eyes. Guilt? Worry? It was gone in an instant, replaced by a soft smile, but it left me wondering. What was going on in that pretty head of hers?

I wokeup to sunlight streaming through my windows and an empty space beside me. For a second, I panicked. Had Billie left? But then I heard movement in the kitchen and relaxed.

Padding out of the bedroom, I freshened up in the bathroom then found her fumbling with the coffee maker. She was wearing one of my T-shirts, which hung adorably large on her smaller frame.

“Need help with that?” I asked, coming up behind her.

Billie jumped, nearly dropping the coffee pod.

“Jesus, you scared me!” She laughed nervously and melted into my embrace. “And yeah, maybe? This thing looks like it could launch a rocket.”

I reached around her to press a few buttons, and the machine buzzed and came to life. “There you go. Rocket launched.”

She turned to face me. Her beautifully brown eyes looked troubled despite her smile. “Thanks. I, uh, hope you don’t mind me raiding your kitchen.”

“Not at all.” I pushed her braids off her shoulders. “You aight? You seem off.”

Billie’s smile faltered. “I’m fine. Just thinking about some stuff back home.”

I was about to press further when her phone buzzed. She glanced at it. Her frame instantly went slack.

“I should take this,” she muttered, stepping away. “It’s my mom.”

As she disappeared onto the balcony, I couldn’t help but overhear snippets of her conversation.

“No, Mom, I’m fine. Yes, I know, but I can’t just drop everything and come back. I’ll figure it out, okay?”

Go back? The pieces weren’t adding up, and I felt my stomach knot with uncertainty. What exactly wasn’t Billie telling me?

11

Billie

Two Days Later

I’m not exactlysure how us getting dressed for dinner led to us fucking. Well, he warned me that fishnet stockings turned him on when he saw them on his bed. I guess I didn’t take him seriously as I dressed—until he ripped themandmy dress off me. When I told him how much it cost, he told me he’d buy a thousand just like it. Now, he was seated on the edge of the bed, using my braids to bounce me up and down on his dick from behind. In a slight squat, I gripped his knees as I rode him reverse cowgirl. My toes curled against his thick carpet as I moaned and whined.

“That’s it, Billie. Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The sound of his low chants made my spine tingle and body warm. I was close, and if he kept talking, I would cum soon. His grip on my hair tightened as my walls tightened against him. “I love the sound of your moans,” he muttered, reaching forward to tweak my nipple.

“Brax.”

My rhythm grew sporadic as I came. He waited until my orgasm subsided to stand and shift me, then he put me on the bed. Arching my back, Brax held me in place as he fucked me hard and fast. I gripped the sheets and tried to match his rhythm, but it was no use. All I could do was let him have his pleasurable way with me. The way he could go from making love to me to fucking me should have been studied. I loved every way he slutted me out. I loved feeling his cum slip out of me.

I felt his body quake when I told him, “Ooh, you fucking me just right, pooh. I feel that dick in my stomach. I’m about to cum all over you.”

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