billy thinker

"Love you, baby." Billy murmurs against your neck. His hand trails down from your waist and squeezes your hip.

"I love you, too." You smile softly.

Billy props himself up, hovering over you as he kisses from your neck to your chest. He gathers up the blanket and drapes it messily over the back of the couch. He pushes up your shirt and you're braless underneath, nipples hardening from the cold air. You guide his face down with the hand still in his hair and he smirks, knowing exactly what you want.

He licks your nipple teasingly before putting his mouth on you, sucking eagerly while groping your other breast. You can't stop your own smirk from forming as you arch your back slightly, pushing your chest up into his mouth.

Your enjoyment is cut short when he moves on without even giving the same attention to your other breast. You huff in complaint as he kisses down your stomach but he pays you no attention, clearly on his own mission.

"Billy." You protest when he gives your panty covered pussy a kiss, already trying to close your legs despite his body laying between them. Your legs are bent, feet on the couch, thighs acting as a wall on either side of his head.

"Come on, baby. It'll feel good." Billy promises, kissing the inside of your thigh while soothingly rubbing the outside.

"I know." You say quietly, watching his every move.

It was the truth. You knew it felt good. On a few extremely rare occasions you'd let him have a taste, but you'd never let him make you finish. It was too intimate, having his face between your legs. Too vulnerable.

You'd let him pin you down and pound your pussy with his fat cock every day of the week, though.

"Just a taste." Billy half suggests, half tells. He kisses you over your panties again before pulling them to the side and kissing your bare cunt.

He looks up at you and finds you biting your lip, clearly conflicted. After a beat, you nod.

He licks one big stripe from your leaking hole to your clit. You fight not to close your legs already. You grab the blanket from the back of the couch and clutch it, hiding the bottom half of your face in the soft material as you stare down at him.

Billy practically makes out with your cunt while you try to stay relaxed. You clench around nothing when he licks and sucks on your clit. Reflexively, you reach down with one hand and grab his curls, letting out a sound that's half moan, half whimper.

Billy glances up at you. His blue eyes are striking.

"Relax, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" He asks gently, petting your thigh.

You nod, still hiding most of your face in the blanket. Billy takes that as his sign to continue, slowly ramping up, less worried that you'll change your mind and skitter away.

He's persistent, holding your hips down as you squirm. He avoids touching you anywhere else, wanting you to cum just from his mouth. Eventually it gets to be too much. This is the point where you'd usually push his face away and insist on cumming on his cock instead.

You buck your hips, trying to dislodge him but he refuses to stop eating you out.

"Billy!" You want it to sound like a warning, but his name comes out as a whine.

His tongue flicks your clit and your whole body tenses, then shakes as you orgasm. A growling, animalistic sound rips from your throat.

When you open your eyes and look down at Billy again, he's grinning.

He licks your pussy once more just because he can. You'll be in for it now, you realize. You let him do it once, now he'll know he can have it again.

"Such a good girl." Billy purrs, moving up so he can kiss your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue.

"Don't get used to it." You pant, but he knows the truth.