Chapter Four
Seth
Wednesday
Edie’s talk on Tuesday came and went with me buried balls deep inside Billie.
Since our first time, she’s relaxed and gotten more confident around me, aware that with a little clit action, either from her vibe or from her hands and mine, she can come—hard—and reliably, every time.It’s amazing to watch her revel in the bounty of her body’s sensations, and it fills me with pride that I’m the one who gets to give her pleasure.
Every moment I spend with her makes me fall faster, sink deeper, lose more of my grip on common sense.I feel like I’m in a dangerous land, without a compass, with no map to guide me, while terror mounts in the back of my mind—that I will never get out, that I’ll never recover, that I will never again be content by myself or with anyone else.That there is nothing worth hoping for on the other side, on the reality end of this magical time with Billie.
Yet in the moment, I’m almost able to push aside the fear, to dismiss all the thoughts that make my throat close and my chest painfully tighten, because Billie rides me with joyous abandon, grinding her pelvis on the base of my cock, as I knead her firm little breasts, pinching and pulling at those caramel-candy nipples as her hips sway, her body greedily taking what it craves from me.
I’m not in danger of coming right away, so I focus on the dance of light and darkness on her curves as the late-afternoon sun peeks through a slit in the curtains.
“I’m ...so close, so close,” Billie pleads, her eyes closed, her lips parted.“But I can’t ...I can’t get there—”
“Let me help,” I say, sliding my flattened hand between our bodies to find her clit and rub it back and forth, how I know she likes it.
“Oh, God, that’s perfect,” she says, changing her movement from rocking to bouncing, her soft round hips and thick thighs making my mouth water as she bears down on my cock, over and over, and my fingers press against her pussy, giving her taut little clit what it needs.
“Seth ...this is so good...Oh God, oh God, oh God—” She bows away from me with a cry, impaling herself through the contractions, and my cock is really there for it, despite us having fucked several times already since last night, the cock is saying,Yes, I like Billie, I like her a lot, and never more so than when she leaps off in ecstasy, and I fuck her from below with as much force as I can while she rides her high, her long, anguished, pussy-shattering high, her head thrown back as her voice breaks in a desperate, heart-wrenching sob.
Sated and limp, she lowers herself on my chest.She’s sticky and breathless, and smells like skin and hours of combined sweat and cum.It is that scent that knocks something loose—turns me insane, turns me ravenous.I want to slash into her, claw at her flesh, I want to tear chunks of meat off her bones.I want whatever gets me close to her essence, whatever gets me deeper, because she’smine.
All.Fucking.Mine.
“I want to fuck you into a pulp, then lap you up like a fucking dog,” I growl into her hair as I dig into her neck and ass with full intent to bruise.
“Do it,” she whispers, hot breath wafting over my lips.“Rip me apart.Give me everything.”
I don’t give her a kiss, although it looks like one.I give her teeth and tongue as I maul her to punish for all the wasted time she didn’t belong to me.As my soul screams she’s mine, my nails savagely mark her with blooming crimson grooves across her pale spread thighs.She whimpers beneath my hands, wet and pliable dough, while my teeth bite her throat, her arms, and her breasts.
I’m halfway crazed when I flip us over and drag us both to the edge of the bed.I plant my feet on the floor and reach to grab the vibe and the lube, while a dazed Billie lies slack, her legs spread, cunt gaped in offering, ass hanging halfway off the mattress.
I squirt a heavy dollop of the lube in my palm and spread it all over her pussy, pushing it inside her.The amount is obscene, but in her slickness she glistens and I feel my mouth stretch into a sneer because I want her slippery wet, the wettest she’s ever been, for anyone, wetter than she’s ever imagined she could be.Then I turn on the vibe, put it over her clit, place one of her hands over the toy, and cover it with mine.Billie blinks in confusion.
“This stays on until you come at least three more times.Do not fucking move it from there, do you understand?”I manage to squeeze the words through clenched teeth, the grovel foreign, channeling someone dominant, someone driven mad by lust and possession.Someone that’s never been me.Someone that I’ve become.
Billie’s eyes widen as she nods, her nostrils fluttering because shelikesthis.She likes me skirting the fraying edges of reason because she made me so.
Then I grab one of her legs behind the knee and push it to her chest, thrusting into her with two fingers.Billie cries, closing her eyes because I’m not gentle, and I work the bundle of nerves on her inner wall as she rocks her hips into my hand, ass hanging off the bed, my hand pushing against the back of her upturned thigh being the only thing that keeps her from sliding to the floor.
Before long, she moans and clenches around my fingers, and I grin.“That’s one.”
