Billy's Baby - Annie J. Rose Page 0,50

do? I slithered across the bed to him and let him pull me into his lap. I wound my arms around his neck and tipped my head back as he kissed my bare throat, his mouth leaving a fiery trail of pleasure. My body loosened and heated, already wanting to open for him. His mouth found mine, and that kiss alone was filthy as hell. His tongue in my mouth, stroking and teasing, coaxing me to give him everything, was enough to make me scream. I felt a tremor between my legs, felt my thighs tense just from his kiss on my mouth.

Billy took me by the hips, shied away from my mouth. “What’s your rush?” he teased. “Turn around.”

I furrowed my brow, unsure, but he met my eyes, and his eyes told me the same thing they’d said before. To trust him. So I did. I let him shift me around until I sat on his lap again, but with my back to his chest. I leaned back. That hard-muscled chest along the bare expanse of my back enflamed me, ignited my desire. I reached back and hooked an arm around his neck. He kissed my shoulder, his hands roaming my chest very pleasurably. For a few minutes, that’s all I knew was his hot mouth on my shoulder and neck, his big palms on my breasts, covering me and fondling me into a frenzy again.

“Raise up for me, baby,” he said against my ear. I lifted my hips. His hands were there to guide me up and then back as he lowered me back on his cock.

“Oh God, you’re so big!” I moaned as I sat back on that hard rod, gasping with pleasure as he filled me, “You’re in so deep. Nobody’s ever gone that deep, oh, Billy—I’ve never felt anything like this. I don’t think—I don’t think I can stand it—" I broke off, nearly sobbing with the intensity.

When he penetrated me, moving into me so deeply, so fully, a powerful flood of emotion poured over me. Tears filled my eyes as I rocked back on him. His hand spread over my belly, holding me steady, soothing me. He stroked my stomach, lower and lower as the reassuring caress turned erotic. I was panting with the weight of his invasion in my body, rocking back on him by instinct without even meaning to do so. My body just opened for him, taking more and more, proud that I could take it, that I could hold all of him. The intensity and intimacy of the act overwhelmed me. His lips were at my ear telling me how beautiful I was, how perfect I felt around him, how no one had ever felt as good, or taken him so completely. He was buried in me balls deep, and to grind back and feel that against my most sensitive skin made me shudder with arousal.

Billy’s hand held me tight, pressed back against his chest as he pumped into me, thrust after sweet, deep thrust, pounding me until my body shook with the impact and my teeth clacked together. He was fucking me hard, but it was tender as well, the way he held me close, his hand on my belly, the kisses on my neck and my earlobe—such sweetness along the edge. One hand took my breast, plucking at the nipple that was already hard and puckered. The other hand slid lower, dipping between my legs to stroke that tender nub. He had me screaming, begging instantly, grinding back on him and crying for more. Tears coursed down my face as I reached back and fisted his hair, my other hand skating down to cover his. Not to guide him—he knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it. To slide my hand over his and lace our fingers together as he worked my clit. My teeth chattered. I screamed and screamed his name, shattering around him. When I felt the almighty roar of ecstasy roll through me and take me under, Billy thrust in once more all the way, the leathery roughness of his balls grinding against my wet, tender outer lips as he breached me, jerking and gushing within me. I came all around him, felt the hot, liquid gush of him as he came, shouting, rubbing me furiously, never letting up, dragging my orgasm out until I was weak and spent.

When it was over, that firestorm of passion that had burned us both up,