Page 48 of Steve's Barmaid
I sincerely hoped that “fucking her brains out” was a human saying because while I wanted to fuck Billie with every fiber of my being, I did want her brains to stay intact. I slid out of her slowly, almost to the tip, before setting a steady, deep pace. There was nothing, nothing like the feeling of delving into Billie’s warm cunt over and over again. I tried to keep an even rhythm, but every thrust had me wanting to go faster and harder. I groaned into Billie’s neck and dug my fingers even deeper into the flesh of her hips as I pistoned in and out of her. Billie reached up and grabbed my neck from behind, pulling me flush against her.
She turned and licked up the column of my neck, then whispered one word into my ear, “Harder.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
BILLIE
Well, being fucked within an inch of my life while bent over outside the second-story window of my bar was not on my to-do list for the day, but I mentally checked it off with a flourish. I gasped as Steve ratcheted up his thrusts, holding onto my hips with bruising pressure. I arched my back into him, wanting more. The textured girth of his cock sliding in and out of me was causing stars to burst in my vision. I was close.
“My clit, use your fingers on my clit,” I breathed.
Steve let go of my hip and somewhat clumsily tried to wrap his arm around my waist. I took my hand and guided him down to my folds, showing him how to find my clit from this position. It took a second, but once we were there, he circled my clit the way he knew I liked at the same rhythm he pounded into me from behind. The sensation coming from both positions had me crying out with pleasure, unable to keep quiet.
“Is this—is this good?” Steve wrapped himself around me, kissing my neck.
“Are you kidding? This is fucking incredible.”
Steve widened his stance just slightly and pushed in just a bit deeper, breaching me with his knot. My entire body lit up at the added friction. I was on the edge of tipping over into oblivion. Steve ramped up his thrusts into mindless rutting while adding pressure to the tight circles he drew around my clit. I pushed my ass back into him at the same pace, wanting to devour his entire cock with every thrust, feeling his knot pop in and out. My body started to lock up as Steve gave a feral groan.
“Come with me.” I wrapped my arm around his neck again so his face was flush with mine, both of us panting and sticky with sweat.
Steve’s cock grew impossibly thicker as I clamped down on him, flying over the edge. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as I came, vision blurring. Steve pumped into me once, twice more, and I felt him unload spurt after spurt of cum, locking us together as his knot grew larger. I leaned back against his sweaty chest, panting as I came down. He nuzzled into my neck, inhaling my scent and brushing tender kisses across my sticky skin. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me as we both settled.
“That was—” he started, voice husky.
“It sure was,” I cut him off.
“Is this how sex always is? This…er…” Steve fumbled over his words, but I knew what he was trying to ask.
“No. Sex has not always been like this. Sometimes, it’s outright boring if you have a partner who doesn’t care about what you enjoy.”
“But seeing you come undone is half enjoyment.” Steve sounded baffled.
“Well, then you are head and shoulders above half the guys I’ve slept with.” I laughed.
“And that’s good?”
I looked over my shoulder into Steve’s concerned eyes. “Yes, very good,” I said, kissing him. “We need to get cleaned up before people return from lunch, though.”
“I think just a minute more,” he said. “What do we have to clean up with?”
“Uhhh…”
“I’ll run and get one of the clean rags we’re using for the lacquering,” Steve volunteered.
“And you’re just going to leave me here with your cum dripping out of me?” I asked.
“Well, unless you have a better idea?” Like I might pull baby wipes out of a magical unknown pocket.
“Yeah, let’s start having sex in my bedroom. Where I have a sink. And a toilet.” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Okay, I’ll slide out and run to get rags—just hold your knees together?” he said helplessly.
“Yeah, I’ll try that. I am sure it will keep the gallon of cum you just unloaded inside me in place.” I snorted.
Steve slipped out with an audible squelch, and I pressed my knees and thighs together to try to prevent cum from completely filling my pants, which were still only half down.
Steve hiked his pants up and ran downstairs for rags. I couldn’t help but laugh while he was gone. Our appetites for each other were getting us into trickier and trickier scenarios. But I couldn’t help it. Every time I saw him, my body reacted withmust fuck now.It was barely a minute later when Steve returned, rags in hand. We both cleaned up the best we could, though I was definitely still sticky.So much cum. Why so much cum?I got the most of it off and out of me and redressed myself.
