Pairing: older gip!billie x fem reader
Content: gip!billie,age gap, (r )is nineteen, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex ?(r) receiving . possessive dynamics, degradation/praise kink, spanking/impact play, dominant behavior, jealousy ?, emotional conflict,cream pie
Billie pushed open the bedroom door, her gaze instantly locked on you. She saw you sitting on the bed, scrolling through your phone, and the irritation that had been steadily building up inside her from watching all those other guys hit on you all night suddenly flared to life. She slammed the door shut behind her, the sound of the party instantly muffled by the thick wood.
Billie crossed her arms and leaned against the door, glowering at you with narrowed eyes. "You're really going to ignore me?"
Billie's eyes narrowed at your lack of response, your cool, collected demeanor making her blood boil even further. It was like you couldn't care less that she was right there, standing right in front of you. It should've made her feel better, but instead it just pissed her off more. She hated feeling like this.
She pushed off the door and stalked over to the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on profile as you continued to scroll through your phone, pretending like she wasn't even there.
Billie ground her teeth together, her hands curling into tight fists at her sides. This was the breaking point. She'd had enough. Without warning, she leaned down, snatching the phone out of your hand and tossing it away onto the floor. Her voice was sharp with anger as she spoke:
"Jesus Christ, you are so goddamn infuriating Are you really just going to act like I don't exist?"
“Just like you did for weeks ?” You shot back
Billie bristled at your comment, her jaw clenching at the memory. She had no comeback for that, because it was true. She had been avoiding you for weeks. But she couldn't admit that. Her pride wouldn't allow it.
"That's different." She gritted out, frustration lacing her every word.
Billie's thoughts were a chaotic mess, a whirlwind of anger, confusion, and a whole load of other things she refused to acknowledge. She exhaled sharply, raking a hand through her already messy hair.
"It just is." She insisted, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I have my reasons for avoiding you."
“ because you liked it”. You scoffed
Billie froze—her entire body going rigid. The words hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless for half a second before the anger came rushing back in full force.
"That's bullshit," she snapped, but there was something shaky in her voice now, "I don't just—I wasn’t—"
A muscle in Billie’s jaw twitched violently as she struggled to form an actual defense. Meanwhile, your scoff might as well have been gasoline poured onto the fire burning under both of you.
Billie's face burned as the memories from that day rushed to the forefront of her mind, images of you in her lap, your face so close she could feel the heat from your skin. She'd felt the way your body had fit so perfectly against hers, the way her hands had instinctively gripped your hip like they were meant to be there…
She clenched her teeth hard enough to hurt, trying to shove those thoughts away, to shove you away
You breathing out a laugh even though nothing was funny “you’re such a coward Billie.”
The word hit a nerve snapping the last thread of restraint inside her. In a flash, Billie crossed the distance between you both, grabbing a fistful of your top as she pushed you backwards and pinned you against the bed. Her body was taut as a bowstring, her eyes blazing with a feral intensity that sent a shiver through you.
"I'm not a coward," she hissed, leaning down so her face was right next to yours, her voice low and ragged, "I'm trying to do the right thing, you infuriating little—"
Her words died on an intake of breath, the close proximity to your face sending a jolt through her entire body. Your scent was in her nose, your face mere inches away from hers, the way you looked with your hair sprawled out beneath you making something dark and needy flare to life inside her. She was breathing hard, barely managing to restrain herself from closing the last bit of distance and—
She had to control this. She couldn’t
Billie's grip on your shirt tightened—her entire body trembling with the effort to pull away. Her face was inches from yours, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. Every cell in her body screamed at her to just take what she wanted.
"Say that again." Her voice was rough—barely above a whisper. "I dare you."
“You’re a fucking coward,” you hissed, staring straight into her eyes, refusing to look away
Billie's control broke. The challenge in your eyes, the defiant tilt of your chin, the way that goddamn cross still hung like a taunt around your neck—it all combined to drive her over the edge. Her free hand shot out, roughly tilting your chin up to look at her properly.
Her gaze burned into you for a heated second, her entire body coiled tight like a spring. Her next words were a snarled, possessive whisper that sent a shiver of something dangerous down your spine.
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about."
“Really?” you scoffed, eyes flashing. “Because you had no problem knowing what you were doing”
“So don’t pretend I’m the one confused. You wanted it. You just got scared after”
Billie's chest heaved as your words hit home, a mixture of anger, desire, shame, and something deeper stirring in her eyes. Your audacity, your refusal to back down, the goddamn truth of your words—it made her want to scream.
"Shut your damn mouth," she hissed, her hand still cupping your jaw in a tight grip, her body still pressed tightly against yours. It was taking every bit of her self-control not to lean even closer, her body practically humming with tension.
Your lips twitched, not quite a smile. “Or what?”
Your eyes flicked to hers, unflinching.
“You gonna push me away again? Call me a kid and pretend this never happened?
“If you really wanted me quiet… you’d have done something about it already.”
Billie's entire body went still—like the world had just dropped out from under her. Your words, so direct and unapologetic, sent a shockwave through her. Her grip on you loosened slightly, as if she'd been burned.
"Fuck." The word came out strangled—half curse, half plea. She stared down at you with something wild in her eyes before finally surrendering to it.
Her mouth crashed onto yours in a searing kiss that tasted like anger and want all tangled together.
The second her lips met yours, all reason and restraint vanished. She kissed you like she was a drowning person gasping for air, pouring every ounce of the pent-up frustration and desire she'd been fighting so hard to suppress into that one, overwhelming kiss. Her hands moved to your hips, pinning you down against the bed as she kissed you senseless.
She felt you gasp against her, your hands coming up to clutch at the back of her shirt, and it only fueled the fire that was rapidly consuming her.
Billie's whole world narrowed to the taste of you, the feel of your body beneath hers, and the need that was coursing through her like wildfire. She nipped at your bottom lip, her tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you like she'd been starving for it. Her hands slid under your top, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips, her body nearly trembling as she deepened the kiss further.
A low moan escaped from her throat, her entire being aflame with a hunger she'd been trying desperately to deny for weeks.
And then she broke the tension.
Billie pulled away first.
Not fully leaving you—just enough distance to make it feel deliberate. She shifted back onto the bed, lowering herself onto the mattress until she was leaning against the pillows, one arm braced behind her head like she was trying to look relaxed… even though her chest was still rising too fast.
But her eyes never left you.
That was the part that didn’t match the act.
Her gaze dragged over you slowly, heavy with something she wasn’t bothering to hide anymore.
Then she patted her thighs.
Like she was giving you the option—but also not really.
“C’mere,” she said quietly, voice roughened out from before.
When you didn’t move immediately, she exhaled through her nose, almost amused, almost impatient. She shifted slightly against the pillows, spreading her legs just enough to make the invitation unmistakable.
Her fingers tapped her thigh again—firmer this time.
Like she was saying don’t make me repeat myself.
“You’re staying there like you don’t know what I want,” she murmured, eyes narrowing slightly. “Come here.
Billie didn’t break eye contact.
Still leaning back against the pillows, she patted her thigh again—slower this time, more deliberate. Like she was done playing around.
“Take them off,” she said quietly, voice low but firm.
Her gaze flicked down your body and back up, sharp and impatient in a way that made it hard to think straight.
“Those shorts,” she added, nodding slightly. “Off. Now.”
There was no joking in it anymore. Just that steady, heavy kind of control that made it feel like she already knew you were going to listen.
When you hesitated for half a second longer than she liked, her jaw tightened.
“Don’t start,” she murmured. “You know what I want.”
Her hand stayed on her thigh, tapping once—firmer. A silent come here.
“Get over here,” she said again, softer but more dangerous in its certainty. “On my lap.”
And this time, she leaned back further into the pillows, spreading her posture out like she was making space for you on purpose—like she’d already decided you belonged there.
Like she wasn’t waiting for permission from you… just compliance.
Her eyes never left yours as she waited.
and you obeyed of course you did
You could feel the shift in the air between you like a physical thing. Every word she spoke struck a nerve, her voice lower and rougher than you were used to . Billie felt a thrill run down her spine as you complied without protest, her gaze never leaving your face as you obeyed. There was something about seeing you give in to her command that set every nerve in her body on fire
you found yourself moving forward, climbing onto the bed and straddling her lap, your body settling over her hips like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Billie froze the second you shifted slightly—your body moving in a way that made her hips jerk up involuntarily. The press of her arousal against you was impossible to hide now, and she could feel every inch of it as your bodies lined up perfectly.
A sharp breath hissed through her teeth, but she didn't pull away. Instead, Billie's grip on your hips tightened like a vice—keeping you right where she wanted you.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, "You feel that?" Her grip on your hips tightened almost reflexively
Billie didn't give you a chance to respond. The second she heard her own voice say that, something primal in her snapped.
She crushed her lips back onto yours, kissing you with bruising intensity—all teeth and tongue and zero restraint. One of her hands slid up your back while the other tangled into your hair, yanking just hard enough to tilt your head for better access.
The bulge pressed even more firmly against you now as Billie ground up slightly—testing the waters without fully committing yet… but god,she wanted to.
Billie hovered over you, her eyes raking over your exposed torso with a mix of awe and something darker—something hungry. The reality that you were barely legal hit her like cold water, but the way your body looked beneath hers made it impossible for logic to win.
A shaky breath escaped her as she traced a fingertip down the curve of your collarbone, then lower… lingering on the cross necklace before pushing it aside gently.
"Fuck,"she whispered again, "You're so pretty."
Her voice was thick—not just with desire now, but also conflict. She knew this was reckless. But right now? She didn’t care.
Billie's self-control was hanging by a thread. The sight of you beneath her, bare-chested and looking up at her with those eyes—god, it unraveled every rational thought in her head.
You were sprawled across the bed like you’d been pulled there without warning, hair spread out in messy strands over the pillow, some sticking to your skin, others falling across your face. Your chest rose and fell unevenly, breath still catching as if you hadn’t quite recovered.
One of your hands rested loosely near your head, fingers curled into the sheets, while the other hovered uncertainly at your side—like you didn’t know whether to reach for her or hold yourself back.
Billie's eyes darkened as they traced over your face—the curve of your cheeks, the part of your lips, the way your lashes fluttered slightly when you blinked. She was hypnotized.
Without thinking—without asking—she dipped her head down and pressed a slow, searing kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then another on the jawline beneath it. Each one feather-light but loaded with intent.
Her lips trailed lower… along that exposed collarbone… then down to where her necklace had been moments ago… lingering there just above where she knew hearts usually hammered fastest.
Billie's lips hovered over the delicate skin of your throat, her breath warm against you as she paused. For a second, she just looked—studying the rapid pulse fluttering beneath your skin like a trapped bird.
Then—without warning—she pressed an open-mouthed kiss right to that spot. A slow, wet slide of her lips followed by the lightest scrape of teeth… not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel it in every nerve.
The second her hips pressed down, Billie felt the full weight of her own arousal—the hard line of it grinding against you through the thin fabric separating you both. A rough sound escaped her throat at the contact, something between a groan and a curse.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she did it again—slowly rolling her hips in deliberate friction against yours, testing how much pressure would make your breath hitch.
Her hands braced on either side of your head as she watched your face intently for every reaction… every twitch… every gasp.
she couldn’t care less about the age gap not when you looked like this
Billie was gone—completely lost in the sensation of you beneath her. Every roll of her hips sent a jolt through both your bodies, and she chased that feeling relentlessly.
Her lips crashed back onto yours, kissing you messily—all tongue and teeth and no finesse. One hand slid down to grip your waist tightly while the other tangled into your hair again, angling your head for deeper access.
A whimper slipped from you as the tension between you built… Billie swallowed it with another hungry kiss before shifting against you again, the pressure slow and deliberate, just enough to make you feel it everywhere. Then she pulled away, her hands already moving to her belt.
Billie's fingers fumbled with the buckle of her belt—her movements hurried, impatient. The clink of metal was loud in the quiet room, and she didn’t even bother fully taking it off .and shrug out of her jacket.
The second that came off too, revealing a fitted black t-shirt underneath, Billie yanked that over her head next—tossing it aside without care. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared down at you again… now half-undressed herself.
Billie hooked her fingers into the waistband of your shorts, not bothering with slow teasing. With one firm tug, she started sliding them down your hips—her movements efficient, like she had zero patience left.
The second the fabric cleared your thighs, her eyes dropped to where you were now exposed beneath her. A muscle in Billie's jaw twitched at the sight… and then she was leaning back down.
Her lips crashed onto yours again as one hand slid up your bare thigh—warm palm pressing against soft skin as she deepen the kiss even further.
Billie's kiss turned feverish, her tongue sliding against yours as her hand continued its slow exploration up your thigh. Every brush of her fingers sent sparks through you—she was mapping out every inch like she needed to memorize it.
When the kiss broke for air, Billie trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw… then along the side of your neck… nipping lightly at the skin there before soothing it with a lick.
Her other hand stayed braced beside you on the bed—her entire body hovering over yours in a way that made escape impossible. Not that you’d want to escape anyway.
Not when she kissed like this.
Not when she touched like this
Her hand found the waistband of her own pants, pushing them down along with her boxers—just enough to free herself, her movements quick but deliberate
The moment her pants and boxers were shoved down just enough, Billie exhaled sharply—her body finally free of the confining fabric. The cool air hit her skin for a split second before she pressed back against you, heat flaring between your bodies.
This time when she kissed you, it was different—more possessive. More claiming. Her tongue tangled with yours as one hand slid up under your top to feel bare skin… while the other traced lower… fingertips brushing over where the waistband of your shorts had been seconds ago.
A low noise rumbled in Billie's chest—she wasn't gentle anymore. She wanted this too badly now to be careful.
Billie didn’t hesitate. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, and with one swift motion, she peeled them off—tossing them aside without a second glance.
Now there was nothing between you. No barriers. Just skin on skin as Billie hovered over you again, her gaze darkening as it swept down your body.
A breath caught in her throat at the sight of you completely bare beneath her—and for half a second, she just stared, drinking it all in like she’d been starving for this moment.
Then, like a switch flipped, Billie moved.
She crashed her lips onto yours again—kissing you hard and deep—while her hands explored your bare skin with rough urgency. One palm slid up your stomach to cup the curve of your breast through the fabric still clinging to you; the other traced lower… fingertips skating over hipbone… then thigh… before finally—finally—pressing where she really wanted.
A shudder ran through her as she felt how ready you were for this. Her self-control snapped entirely.
A sharp breath tore from you, your body reacting before you could think, your fingers tightening against her as your head fell back into the sheets.
“Billie—” you tried, but it came out uneven, almost lost
Billie didn’t let you finish. The sound of her name on your lips—broken and breathless—sent a thrill through her, and she kissed you again to swallow any other words before they could form.
Her fingers kept moving with purpose now, exploring every dip and curve of your body like she was memorizing it. Her thumb brushed over sensitive skin in slow circles, teasing… testing… learning exactly what made you squirm beneath her.
When she finally slipped lower—her touch bolder this time—a soft whimper escaped from between your joined lips. Billie felt the vibration against her mouth… and smirked.
Billie kissed you deeper, swallowing every little noise that escaped you as her fingers continued their slow, torturous exploration. The way your body responded to her touch—arching slightly into it, breath hitching—only fueled the fire burning inside her.
She broke the kiss just long enough to trail hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw… then along your neck… nipping and sucking at the skin there. Each mark she left was deliberate—a claim.
Her free hand tangled in your hair again, tilting your head back further so she could have better access… and God,she took advantage of that.
She kissed your neck like a starved woman, marking every inch of you, and when her fingers finally slipped inside you, you shuddered
Billie's breath hitched as she felt how wet you were for her—how ready. A low, possessive growl rumbled in her chest, and she kissed you harder, deeper—like she couldn’t get enough.
Her fingers curled just right inside of you… slow at first… then testing the waters with a slight twist that had your hips jerking up against her hand involuntarily.
"Fuck," she muttered against your lips when she felt that reaction, "You feel so good."
And then Billie added a third finger.
The stretch burned slightly but it didn't hurt—not really. It was more overwhelming than anything else: the fullness, the heat coiling low in your stomach from every movement of those skilled fingers.
Your back arched off the bed without meaning to
She picked up the pace instantly—her fingers thrusting in and out with a rhythm that was relentless. Each movement was precise, deliberate, like she’d been doing this forever.
Her palm pressed against you just right on every push—the heel of her hand grinding in tiny circles as her fingers curled inside. The combination had your vision blurring at the edges.
A low moan slipped from Billie’s lips—not because of anything physical for her, but because watching you come undone beneath her touch sent a rush of pure satisfaction through her entire body.
"Look at you," she breathed out, "So fucking pretty."
Your cheeks were flushed deep, heat blooming across your skin, your lips parted as soft, uneven sounds slipped from your mouth without restraint. Your breathing was shaky, chest rising too fast, like you couldn’t quite catch it.
Your gaze dropped, drawn helplessly to where her hand moved, your mouth falling open a little more as you watched, like you couldn’t stop yourself from following every motion.
Then your eyes flicked again—lower—catching on the shape beneath her boxers, the outline impossible to ignore. That only made your breath hitch harder, your expression shifting, more exposed, more undone.
And then you couldn’t hold it anymore.
Your head fell back against the pillows, hair spilling out beneath you, your throat exposed, your whole body giving in as another unsteady sound slipped past your lips.
Billie's eyes stayed locked on your face—the way your lips parted, the flush spreading down your neck, the little hitches in your breath. Every reaction of yours fueled her even more.
She sped up her fingers just a fraction—not enough to overwhelm you completely, but enough to push you closer. Her thumb swiped over that sensitive spot with every thrust… slow circles that made heat coil tighter in your stomach.
A soft whine escaped you—high and helpless—and Billie’s heart pounded at the sound. She’d never heard anything so perfect.
"God," she whispered, "You sound amazing."
Her voice was rougher than before—lower, thicker with something desperate beneath it.
And then she leaned down…
not stopping what her hand was doing for a second…
The kiss was different this time—less frantic, more intimate. Billie poured everything into it: the hunger she’d been suppressing for weeks, the frustration of avoiding you, and now… this overwhelming tenderness that surprised even her.
Her lips moved against yours with a slow burn—a deep slide of tongue and soft presses that made your chest ache. It wasn’t just about heat anymore; it was something deeper.
All while her fingers kept working inside you at a steady rhythm… not rushing you toward anything yet… just keeping you right on edge. Teasingly perfect.
You kissed back without thinking—your hands sliding up to tangle in her hair as your body melted further into hers.
Every brush of her lips sent sparks through your nerves.
Every curl of those fingers sent waves through every nerve ending in your body.
Billie wasn't just good at this.
She knew exactly what she was doing
She could feelhow close you were getting—the way your body tensed beneath her, the tiny hitches in your breath between kisses, the way your fingers tightened in her hair. Every signal screamed that you were teetering on the edge.
And she wanted to watch it happen.
Her fingers eased their pace—not stopping entirely, but gentling… turning each movement into something languid and drawn-out. Her thumb still traced those perfect circles… but softer now. Almost lazy with affection.
The contrast was maddening—after all that intensity? This slow burn was worse than anything fast-paced could’ve been.
Your lips parted against hers as another whimper slipped out—this one more frustrated than anything else because Billie wasn’t giving you what you needed, not yet…
Billie just smirked against your mouth, slow and knowing, like she’d been waiting for that exact reaction. Her hand didn’t stop—still moving between your thighs—but now it was deliberately slower, more teasing, dragging the moment out until it felt almost unbearable.
Her control was maddening.
“You’re getting impatient,” she murmured, eyes flicking over your face like she was studying every reaction.
Pressing her clothed hard bulge against you—intentional, heavy, letting you feel her there through the fabric, the closeness sudden enough to make your breath catch hard in your throat.
A sharp gasp slipped from you, your head tilting back slightly as your fingers tightened instinctively against her.
“Billie…” you breathed, barely steady.
she stayed right there, watching you fall apart a little more under her control.
“That’s what you want?” she asked quietly, voice low and dangerous in its calm
Billie's smirk didn't fade. Instead, it grew—more smug, more predatory—as she watched the effect her words and that slow grind against you had on your face.
She shifted again, this time rolling her hips deliberately… just once… a firm press of heat through fabric that made your stomach flip.
"Answer me," she murmured, "Do you want this?"
Her voice was velvet-soft but laced with something commanding. Like she already knew the answer—but wanted to hear you say it anyway.
Billie exhaled—sharp, almost like a laugh—but it wasn't mocking. It was satisfaction. Relief. Like she’d been waiting for that single word.
Without another second of hesitation, she kissed you again—harder this time, all teeth and tongue and zero patience left in her body.
Her free hand yanked at the waistband of her boxers, shoving them down just enough to free herself completely before kicking them off the rest of the way with impatient impatience.
Now there was nothing between you.
Just skin on skin as Billie hovered over you…
she paused for half a second, just long enough to take you in—really look at you—her breathing heavier now, but her expression still controlled, still focused.
Then she shifted, easing her hand away from you slowly, deliberately, watching every reaction you made as she did.
The sudden emptiness made you gasp, a soft, broken sound slipping out before you could stop it. Your fingers tightened instinctively against the sheets, your body tensing as if searching for what was just there.
“Billie…” you breathed, voice unsteady, almost pleading without meaning to be.
Your eyes stayed locked on hers, wide and glossy, frustration and need written all over your face.
Billie brought her hand up slowly, her gaze never leaving yours, her control still intact even as the tension between you crackled impossibly tighter.
A faint, knowing smirk tugged at her lips.
“Still with me?” she murmured
“Shut up,” you muttered quickly, flustered, turning your face slightly like you could hide how much she was getting to you.
But even that didn’t work.
Your voice had already given you away
But it only made Billie’s smirk deepen.
She tilted her head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement as she looked down at you.
“Well,” she said slowly, voice light but cutting in just the right way, “that’s a really interesting way to talk to someone older than you.”
Billie's smirk didn't fade as she leaned back slightly, her hand sliding down to grip herself—slow at first, just enough to tease. Her eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time, watching every flicker of your expression.
The movement was deliberate… controlled… like she wanted you to see exactly what you were doing to her. The flush on her cheeks deepened slightly, but otherwise? She looked unbothered—cool and collected even as arousal darkened her gaze.
A few lazy strokes later—and then Billie shifted forward again.
Billie closed the distance between you in one smooth motion, her body pressing against yours—skin to skin this time. The heat of her was overwhelming, and the second she kissed you again, it wasn't gentle or slow anymore.
It was hungry. Possessive.
Her lips crashed onto yours as one hand slid up your side—fingers tracing ribs, then curving around to pull you even closer by the waist. Meanwhile… that other hand? Still moving over herself with those same deliberate strokes… not rushing… just keeping a steady rhythm like she had all night.
Maybe Billie wanted this moment stretched thin.
Maybe watching how desperate it made you—how badly your hips twitched toward hers when they touched—was half the fun for her.
she broke away from kissing just long enough to murmur right against your mouth:
You didn’t even hesitate, your voice low, breath catching as you met her gaze.
Billie's eyes flashed—something dark and hungry flashing behind them at your answer. She didn’t tease you with another question or a smirk this time.
Instead, she kissed you again—harder, deeper—as her hand finally stopped moving on herself. In one fluid motion, she shifted her weight and rolled onto her back beside you… taking you with her so that suddenly, you were the one hovering over her.
A second later? Her hands were on your hips—not pushing or guiding yet… just resting there. Testing.
The message was clear: It was your turn now.
Her chest rose under yours as she breathed steadily beneath the intensity of it all.
Just waiting to see what you’d do next.
You leaned in slowly, closing the space between you, your breath brushing against her lips again, gripping her cock aligning her tip to your entrance and sank down
Billie's breath hitched the second you sank down onto her—the sudden, tight heat of you enveloping her completely. Her hands flew to your hips on instinct, fingers digging in as a low groan ripped from her throat.
For a split second, she just froze, eyes squeezing shut—completely overwhelmed by the sensation. It was better than anything she’d imagined.
Then… slowly… Billie opened her eyes again—dark and blown wide with lust—and locked onto yours.
A shaky exhale escaped through parted lips before she whispered:
Billie's entire body tensed beneath you—every muscle coiled tight as she struggled to stay still, letting you set the pace. Her hands flexed on your hips, her breathing shallow and uneven.
The stretch was intense for both of you—her from the overwhelming sensation of being inside you… and for you, adjusting to her size. But Billie didn’t rush it
Instead, she tilted her head up slightly and pressed a slow kiss to your lips—a quiet comfort in contrast with how desperately her fingers were gripping you.
Small pecks that said more than words ever could: "I'm here."
Her thumbs rubbed small circles into your skin where they rested on your hips—not pushing yet… just holding onto something real while this moment burned between both of them
Billie bit her lip as you began to move—small, cautious rolls of your hips that made her chest tighten. Every tiny shift sent sparks through her, and she had to consciously relax the grip of her hands on you… not wanting to rush or push.
She watched your face intently—the slight furrow in your brow, the way you breathed through it—knowing this wasn’t just pleasure for you yet; it was adjustment.
Her body stayed pliant beneath yours—not chasing friction or demanding more speed… just existing in this moment with quiet devotion while letting you find what felt right for both
she let you move at your own rhythm. Every little rock of your hips sent waves through her—tiny shocks of pleasure that made her toes curl into the sheets beneath you.
But she didn't speed things up. Didn’t try to flip you over or take control again. She just… let it be. Her hands slid from your hips to cradle the sides of your waist instead—warm and supportive, like an anchor.
One hand even lifted slightly to brush a strand of hair away from your face before cupping it tenderly.
The quiet between breaths was soft.
And Billie loving this—the closeness, the trust implied by how gently you were finding comfort with each small movement together…
It meant more than any frantic passion ever could have
The moment you started moving faster, Billie’s control snapped.
A sharp gasp escaped her as the new pace sent a jolt of pleasure straight through her—deeper, more intense. Her hands immediately tightened on your waist again, not to stop you… but to feel every shift of your body against hers.
Her hips lifted slightly off the bed instinctively—meeting yours halfway—as if she couldn’t help it anymore. A low groan rumbled in her chest this time… less patient now and more desperate for friction.
"Fuck," she breathed out, eyes fluttering shut for a second before forcing them back open—to watch you above her.
The sight of you like this? Your hair messy from movement? Your lips parted with little sounds?
Billie couldn’t stop the way her body responded—her hips rolling up to meet yours with every downward movement, creating a rhythm that was perfect. The friction built fast now, heat coiling tighter in both of you.
Her hands slid from your waist down to your thighs, squeezing as she helped lift and lower you slightly—guiding but not taking over. Just adding a little more force behind each motion.
A whimper slipped out of Billie this time—not loud or dramatic… just soft. Private. Like it had been torn from her without permission.
A moan tore from your throat, raw and desperate, mirroring the spiraling intensity, and a whimper escaped you, too, a small, involuntary sound that betrayed the overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck," you gasped, the word a broken prayer on your lips as you drove harder against Billie, your hips finding a frantic rhythm as you rode her, seeking a deeper connection.
You buried your face in the crook of Billie's neck, your breath hot and heavy against her skin, your hands gripping her shoulders tightly.
Billie's breath hitched and broke, each gasp a hot, ragged whisper against your ear, a chaotic symphony of pure, unadulterated passion.
Her hands clenched onto your ass, nails lightly scratching as she guided you with fierce possessiveness, demanding more.
"Yeah…" she breathed, voice thick and rough, right against your skin. "Just like that...."
Billie's voice was barely recognizable—thick with arousal, breathless and rough around the edges. Every ragged exhale against your skin sent shivers down your spine.
Her nails dug in slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to leave faint marks as her hands gripped you tighter. She wanted more. Needed it.
The pace between you two became frantic now—no slow build anymore, just pure hunger driving every movement. Billie arched beneath you slightly with each thrust of your hips… chasing that sweet friction like she couldn’t get enough of it.
Billie's voice dropped into something dangerous—low, taunting, laced with a teasing edge that was 100% intentional. She loved pushing your buttons like this.
"That's what you wanted, right?" she purred, her words a caress against your skin. "Taunting me Driving me crazy, just for me to fuck you like the slut you are?"
Billie's breath hitched and broke, each gasp a hot, ragged whisper against your ear,. "That's it," she breathed out between clenched teeth as she watched you above her.
"You finally got me where you want me… huh? Fucking the slut out of you?" A smirk curled on her lips—cocky and knowing—as she deliberately rolled her hips up harder against yours, adding just enough friction to make it sting in the best way. Her hands slid from your thighs to grip your ass again… squeezing roughly before giving a sharp little smack—not hard enough to actually hurt but loud enough for emphasis.
A loud moan escaped your lips, raw and uninhibited "You love this," she accused playfully, "Don't act all innocent now."
Billie's smirk turned downright wicked as she saw the way her words affected you—the flush on your cheeks, the hitch in your breath. She loved this power over you.
"Look at you," she teased, voice dripping with dark amusement, "All worked up just 'cause I called you a slut? Pathetic."
The insult was laced with affection though—affection that only made it hotter. Billie lifted her hips again, grinding up into yours deliberately slow this time… torturously so… dragging out every second of friction.
"And yet here we are," she added breathlessly, "You're riding me like one."
A low chuckle escaped her before she suddenly flipped positions—so fast that for a split second, all air left your lungs as Billie reversed their roles and pinned you beneath her.
Now it was her setting the pace.
And judging by how hard she kissed you next?
It wasn't going to be gentle anymore
"Tell me what I'm turning you into." she challenged,voice dropping into something rougher
Billie didn’t give you a second to recover. The kiss she crushed against your lips was possessive—all teeth and tongue, claiming you like she owned the air in your lungs.
Her hips snapped forward, driving into yours with sudden intensity—no more teasing slow rolls. Now it was sharp, relentless thrusts that stole every coherent thought from your head.
"Say it," she demanded between kisses, her voice rougher than before—almost guttural with need. Her hands pinned yours above your head on the pillow, fingers lacing through yours as if to make sure you couldn’t escape even if you tried.
The weight of her body pressed down perfectly—the heat of skin on skin electric.
And then Billie bit down—not hard enough to break skin but enough for sensation: a sting that sent fire through nerves straight south.
Say it," she growled her voice rough with exertion and something darker… something possessive. "Tell me what I'm making you."
Yours," you managed to gasp out between moans, the word barely audible but filled with desperate need. "You're making me yours, Billie."
Billie’s eyes darkened at your words—possessive, hungry, something almost feral flashing in her gaze. That one sentence unraveled the last thread of her control.
"Mine," she repeated like a vow—low and dangerous—before crashing her lips onto yours again. This kiss was different: messy, bruising, all-consuming.
Her hips moved with brutal precision now—not just chasing pleasure but claiming it. Every thrust emphasized ownership… like she really could brand you as hers through this alone.
A breathless moan tore from your throat when Billie shifted slightly to hit that perfect spot inside you over and over—and she didn’t stop there.
Each movement sharp enough to make stars burst behind your eyelids every time they fluttered shut for half a second
"Damn," Billie breathed out, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Is it so good it got you crying, baby?" She paused, her eyes hardening slightly.
"Bet you’ve never had anyone fuck you this good, huh? Probably thought you knew what pleasure was, didn’t you?
Billie's voice dripped with mocking sweetness—the kind that stung because it was true. You hadn't known pleasure like this before. Not until her.
She watched the tears well in your eyes—tears of overwhelmed sensation, not sadness—and smirked. It fueled her ego… and something else deeper, hotter.
"Look at you," she murmured, "All messed up just from me fucking you."
Her thrusts slowed for a second—not to be gentle, but to drag it out. To make every movement agonizingly deliberate so you felt every inch of her.
Then she snapped forward again—harder than before.
A choked sob escaped your lips.
“That’s right,” she whispered against your ear as she leaned down close enough for her breath to ghost over damp skin,
billies thrusts got harder deeper Instinctively, your legs wrapped tighter around Billie, nails digging into her back as you whimpered nonsense into her ear—a desperate mix of pleas and praises.
"Don't... don't stop," you managed to choke out between gasps, the words barely audible against the rush of sensation.
She didn’t stop. Not even for a second.
If anything, your desperate plea—your nails in her back, your legs locking around her—made her worse. She pushed deeper with each thrust, angling her hips just right to hit that spot inside you that had white spots dancing behind your eyes.
A guttural sound escaped Billie this time—not quite a moan but something raw and animalistic. The pleasure was building too fast for either of you now… the friction unbearable in the best way possible.
"Fuck," she hissed through clenched teeth, "You feel so good."
Her hands slid from pinning yours to gripping the headboard instead as she braced herself above you… using it to leverage harder, faster movements. Her biceps flexed with every powerful drive of her hips.
The bed creaked beneath you.
Skin slapped against skin.
And all either of you could focus on was this moment—the heat between bodies moving together perfectly like they’d been made for each other
You were getting closer now, so close you could taste it. A whimper turned into a cry as you spiraled over the edge, a series of shudders wracking your body as you came, squirting against Billie's skin. A smirk played on Billie's lips as she felt you come on her.
Billie groaned, her pace intensifying. Moments later, she followed you over the edge, her body tensing as she came deep inside you.
Billie exhaled sharply as she pulled out—her breath uneven, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. The sight of herself dripping from you sent a fresh wave of heat through her… something primal and possessive flaring in her chest.
Without breaking eye contact, Billie wrapped two fingers around herself again—not to finish, but to milk—drawing out every last drop before letting it fall right where it belonged: on your skin.
A soft moan escaped you at the sensation—the warmth mixing with cool air against oversensitive flesh. Billie’s gaze dropped to watch that too… mesmerized for half a second by how pretty you looked like this.
A sharp little sting that made your hips jerk slightly and another quiet moan slip past your lips.
Billie smirked at that reaction—but there was no real teasing in it this time. Just satisfaction… maybe even affection beneath all the roughness.
“Fuck,” she muttered under breath
your fingers slide through the mess—her cum mixed with yours, glistening on your skin. Her eyes darkened instantly, pupils swallowing any trace of light left in them.
The sight of you touching yourself like that? So openly… so unapologetically messy? It flipped a switch in Billie.
A low growl rumbled from her chest as she watched—not moving yet, just staring jaw tightening with fresh arousal. Her body hadn’t even fully cooled down from coming and already it was responding again to you.
Billie grabbed your wrist—gently but firmly—and pulled your hand away before leaning down…
And then her tongue dragged a slow stripe right up where you’d been touching moments ago
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