“I don’t fucking care.Watch.”
I thrust my finger in and out, in and out, her pussy fluttering around me. Her grip on me is tight and soft, and it makes me want to howl.
The rain keeps coming down. It drips off the peaks of Billie’s nipples.
Her legs start to tremble. I use my free hand to hold one down.
At the same time, I work my second finger inside her. This time, I know I don’t need to go slowly. Billie is quick to adjust to me, rocking her hips to push my fingers deeper. I continue to lick her clit, slow, steady strokes.
Her pussy clamps down on me. Once. Hard.
“Ry.” She’s sobbing. “Please. Please. Please, baby.”
She’s wound so tight she doesn’t know what she needs.
Good thing I do. I use my teeth to nick her clit. At the same time, I slip my fingers out of her pussy and paint her slit with her slickness. Wind her even tighter when I shove them back inside her.
“Fuck.” The word comes out as a cry. “Fuck you, Ry.”
Her neck is bent and so are her knees. She’s watching me bring her to the brink just like I told her to, and I want to fuck this flash of obedience right out of her.
Billie’s not a good girl. Thank God for that.
Her hips jerk against my mouth. Her pussy tightens around my fingers.
Just when she’s about to come, I pull out my fingers and lean up to kiss her mouth.
“What?” she yells. “No no no! I’m?—”
“So close you wanna die?” I kiss her mouth so that she can taste herself. “I know. But I told you that I’m gonna fuck you how I like. And right now, I’d like you to come when I’m inside you.”
I dig into my back pocket for the condoms I shoved in there before I left my house. Wanted to bring extra in case the supply in my glove box didn’t last us.
Her eyes are wild, unsteady, as they toggle between mine. “Cruel.”
“Yes.” I rip open the packet with my teeth. “I know cruelty well.”
“You do?” She grabs the condom from me.
I unzip my jeans, but before I can pull out my dick, she does it for me. I can’t formulate a sentence, a thought, when she thumbs my head just the way that I like. I just blindly grope at her tits, squeezing them in my hands while she squeezes me.
“No one’s been crueler to me than I have been to myself,” I reply, groaning when she gives me a long, torturous tug. “Jesus, baby, that is?—”
“Everything?” She bites her lip. “I know. Lemme be good to you, then, so you can learn how to be good to yourself.”
I grit my teeth, barely able to withstand the lust that whips through me like a hurricane-force gale as she rolls the condom onto my length. “I’ve already learned. From you.”
She notches me at her entrance. Then she thinks better of it, though, and guides my tip up and down her slit.
Even through the latex, she’s burning up. So soft and small I could scream.
I lean my forehead against hers. “This isn’t normal.”
“How good it is? I know.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
She scoffs, a sound that catches when she presses my head to her clit. “I’m scared shitless, Ry. Of course I’m not okay. I’ve never been fucking better.”
