She sits up on her elbows, watching me eat her cunt and pump my dick in rhythmic motions. “But I thought you wanted me to stay quiet so they wouldn’t hear?”
Ninety percent of the time, Billie acts well beyond her years. But every now and again, her naivete shows, and I’d be a liar to claim that I didn’t eat that shit right up. It’s cute as fuck.
Lifting her into my arms, I walk us across to the wall that adjoins the living room, pressing her back against it as I notch myself at her entrance.
“Hiding the fact that I’m banging the woman of my dreams is not the reason why I asked you to stay quiet,” I confirm, sliding all the way home.
She gasps into my shoulder, and I hold her tiny frame in one arm, freeing up a hand to play with her clit while I take deep strokes inside her pussy.
“Your pleasure is for my ears only, Billie. Every whimper and moan I pull from you belongs to me. Every time you cry my name and beg me to stop because you’re too sensitive to go on—they’re words only I get to witness.”
A second later, she’s coming all over my cock, muted joy tumbling from her lips.
I’m not even close to blowing inside her because I know thatthe second I do, our alone time will be over. I’m not ready to let her go yet. Basking in Billie is my favorite thing.
“You’re dripping down me, Mama.”
She presses her forehead into mine. “That’s because I’m coming again.”
I know she is. Her tight pussy clamping my cock in a death grip makes it hard to bang her how I want.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect for me.”
She reaches down between us, cupping my balls in her palm. “Tell me I’m a good girl.”
That praise kink of hers will be the undoing of me. Maybe of us both.
Sliding my finger from her clit to her ass, I pause over her tight hole. “Has my good girl ever been touched here?”
Lust-filled pupils gaze back at me before she whispers, “No.”
This girl is the perfect combination—a level of innocence that drives my inner alpha while her devilish tendencies keep me right on my toes.
Peppering kisses across her jaw, I move us back across to the bed. “Soon, baby. When we don’t have dinner to rejoin and I have you to myself all night”—I crawl on top of her, and we fuck in missionary—“I’ll claim your ass and make it all mine.”
“I’d like that,” she breathes.
Sitting back on my heels, I spread my thighs and pull her into my body.
“I’m never letting you go. Not even when other people tell me to or because they judge us when, really, they don’t understand how much you and Blake light up my goddamn world.”
Lifting up, she lowers herself back over my dick, taking what she wants from my body before a gentle confession makes me the happiest man alive.
“I love you, Emmett. Even if it’s just you, me, and Blake against the rest of the world. I want you to know that I’m here, and I love you.”
The first jets of cum squirt from my dick, filling my girl with warmth.
I’m a trembling mess, shaking beneath the weight of Billie’s last words, when there’s a sharp knock against the bedroom door.
Billie squirms in my arms, her embarrassed groans pulling a deep chuckle from my chest.
“Jack here with a dinner update.” A hesitant, almost-pained British voice echoes from the hallway. “Your dessert is now ruined, and if the same is true about my bedsheets, then I’ll never step foot inside that spare bedroom again.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
BILLIE
It’s wild how, in only a matter of weeks, a relationship you once had with someone very close can flip right on its head.
