Page 12 of Step Puck

There’s a war going deep inside me. Is he going to think I’m a slut like my mother? I want this-whatever this is-to continue to whatever it becomes. This fire inside me has only one outcome and in a few minutes it should become a wildfire.

Billy kicks a door open, it slams against the wall with damage I can’t imagine. I don’t care. All I want is to get his clothes off. I want his body. All parts of it in as many ways as I can.

He sets me on my feet, his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and leggings, pulling them down at the same time. My shoes are still on and my clothes are tangled at my ankles, I want to kick them off except he already has his hands under my ass, his body between my legs. They’re twisted uncomfortably at the knees outward his first lick of my slit makes that problem fall away into nothingness.

His tongue teases over the lips of my pussy, the light flitting touches makes my lungs seize and my heart trembles. His tongue laps over my wet lips demanding entrance and his fingers open them. The first sweep over my clit has me moan and whimper, my hands grab at the comforter, I try to spread my legs further apart but am hampered by the clothes.

“Let me…” I can’t finish the sentence, he knows what I mean, his chuckle almost evil at keeping me restrained.

“No. I like you like this. Tied up for my use.” I tremble at his words. Not in fear. In desire. What is wrong with me? Why is that turning me on more?

I can’t breathe, something’s clogging my throat. I take a big gulp of air, Billy yanks my blouse up, skimming my breasts, over my head, the heat from his fingers at my back, unclipping my bra. His large, rough hands cup my breasts, thumbs tease over the tips of my nipples. He still has his pants on but I’m naked now, somehow my pants are gone, splayed on the bed like a meal for him to feast on. He takes a bud into his mouth and I whimper, wanting to rub my thighs together but his big body lies between them.

The tips of his fingers lightly tease over my skin, my stomach, down further to what’s between my thighs. He slides his fingers over my pussy, delving inside my lips searching, the treasure both he and I need. But that asshole’s gliding around it, his finger coated in my wetness.

I lift my head to stare at him and he’s smirking. I raise my hips off the bed, trying to force him. He lowers his body instead and inserts his head between my thighs.

His tongue finds my clit faster than a lightening bolt and that’s what crashes through my body at his touch. I choke on my breath I try to inhale, a strangled sob escapes and I push my hips at his face, wanting more. More. It’s agony. The torturous pleasure that fills my whole body. I can’t even think. More. No, no more. Yes.

Billy chuckles and that zooms through me and the pleasure cracks and blooms into a mind-numbing orgasm, my vision blackens with white coloring the edges. I close my eyes at the bliss taking hold. I can’t take it and yet I want more. I buck my hips at him, and he lifts his head, that damn smirk of such self-confidence and satisfaction. Please.

He moves up my body until he’s platformed over me, his forearms holding his weight, his cock at my entrance. Finally. I wrap one leg around his waist, the other around his hips, stacked at his most wonderful, firm ass.

I reach up and grip his cheeks between my hands, the scratchy scruff rasps on my palms, I want to rub myself over the roughness, feel it against my skin. I want to rub against his face like a cat in heat. Take his scent onto my body and breathe him in.

My eyes slide down to watch him grip the base of his cock and pump up and down a couple times, and rub the top of his wide head against my clit, my eyes rolling back in their sockets. He thrusts into my channel, the stars burst into a kaleidoscope of white stars and edges. He pulls out and pumps back in.

“Harder. Fuck me, Billy.” I want this more than anything. Ever. I want to feel him in my soul.

He grasps my hips in his hands so tight I’m sure I’ll have bruises but this is what I want. What I need. To feel him. He thrusts hard back into me and it’s almost like I can feel his head against my cervix. He ruts into me like the animal he is on the ice. Pounds into me, my breasts bouncing, my body moving with every thrust. I lift my head and bite at his shoulder. He grunts and groans, sweat beads his skin and he chants, “come for me. Now. Come now.”

I throw my head back, a silent cry of the pleasure filling me throughout my whole being and I do as he orders. I come with such a crash my brain short-circuits and black fills my vision. My heart and lungs inflate and stop. I want to breathe more but can’t. I can’t.

My heart explodes in so many feelings, I never thought I would ever have. I’ve always had such longings for Billy and now I have him I feel complete.

He groans and his warm cum floods me, rope after rope. He collapses onto me, still holding himself enough away he doesn’t crush me. He’s still inside. I don’t want to project my feelings onto why he’s still inside.

His hands cup my cheeks and he kisses me tenderly. “Finally.”

I gaze up at him, hopeful, “finally?”

“Yes, you’re mine now. I’ve been secretly in love with you. Haven’t you known?”

My chuckle is one of delight, the emotion brims in my chest to overflow to my whole body. My toes curl at the sensations his words arouse in me.

“Why are you laughing?” A frown pulls his face down, I know he must think I’m laughing at him.

“I’m so happy, Billy. Happier than I’ve ever been. I’ve always loved you since we met when I was four. It’s just gotten worse over the years until I’ve practically become obsessed with you. Following your career to see you somehow.” I pluck my lips against his, the things he does to me. Now worry clouds my thoughts. Does he really love me or is this something he says to all the girls he’s with after sex.

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LORELEI

“Hey, you’re thinking too hard. What about?” Billy lays his hand on my bare shoulder, the rough skin of his calloused palm sends zings over my skin with charged electricity.

“Just thinking.” I lay the back of my head against his naked chest; it feels so good to finally be with him. I can feel my eyebrows furl with my tortured and anguished thoughts. What if this is just about sex?

“This isn’t just sex for me.”

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