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If this was my neighbor I’m not even joking I would help her with whatever she needs until I’m sucking on those huge tits I hope everyday I get allowed in a old home so I can dick down every granny that looks like this lol.

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Dom! G!p Billie x sub! female! Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected, p n v, dirty talking, being loud, a little roughness

The hotel room in Chicago hummed with the low buzz of the city far below, but inside it felt like a sanctuary carved just for the two of you. Billie had kicked the door shut behind her after the show, still buzzing with adrenaline, her blue eyes lighting up the second they landed on you. You were curled up on the massive king bed in nothing but one of her oversized hoodies, hair tousled from waiting, scrolling lazily on your phone. She dropped her bag and crossed the room in long strides, climbing onto the mattress and scooping you into her lap like you belonged there forever.

“Fuck, baby,” she murmured, voice husky from the performance. “Missed you every single second out there. The lights, the crowd—none of it hits the same without knowing you’re waiting for me.” Her arms wrapped around your smaller frame completely, pulling you flush against her chest. She pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your temple, the corner of your mouth—reverent and sweet at first.

You melted into her, fingers tracing the ink on her neck (Billie with neck tattoos is lethal). “You were incredible tonight. I watched from the wings the whole time. So proud bills.”

She smiled against your skin, blue eyes soft with that deep infatuation she never tried to hide. “Thinking of you always babygirl. Every time. My perfect girl.” Her hands slipped under the hoodie, palms gliding slowly up your bare back, thumbs tracing your spine. She explored like she was memorizing you—fingertips dancing over your ribs, cupping the sides of your breasts, gently rolling your nipples until your breath hitched. “So soft everywhere. So good in my hands. Drives me crazy.”

The kisses deepened, slow and building. Tongues met, breaths mingled. Billie peeled the hoodie off you inch by inch, her mouth following—kissing down your neck, sucking lightly at your pulse point, then lower. She lavished attention on your breasts, tongue circling one nipple while her fingers pinched and tugged the other, then switched. Her free hand stroked your thighs, inner and outer, teasing the sensitive skin but never rushing to your core.

You whimpered softly, already aching. “Billie… please.”

“Not yet,” she whispered, blue eyes dark with hunger but full of control. “I want to touch every inch of you first.” She laid you on your back, hovering over you. Her hands roamed—palms smoothing down your stomach, dipping into the dip of your waist, gripping your hips, then sliding under to squeeze your ass. She kissed along your ribs, nipped at your hip bones, spread your legs wide and stroked the soft skin of your inner thighs for long minutes, watching you squirm.

Only when you were trembling did she shed her own clothes, revealing her toned body and the thick, heavy length of her cock already hard and flushed for you. You bit your lip, eyes drawn to it. Billie noticed, stroking herself slowly. “You like watching, don’t you, baby? Want to see me stretch you open?”

You nodded, submissive and eager. She propped pillows under your hips, lined up, and pushed in achingly slow—inch after inch until she bottomed out with a shared groan. “So tight… so perfect around me,” she breathed.

She started with long, deep rolls of her hips, savoring the drag. Her hands never stopped moving—cupping your breasts and kneading them, thumbs flicking your nipples; sliding down to rub your clit in lazy circles; gripping your thighs to spread you wider. You moaned louder as pleasure coiled tighter, and Billie responded instantly—thrusts growing harder, faster, the wet slap of skin echoing. “That’s it. Louder for me. Let me hear how good my cock feels splitting you open.”

“Oh god—Billie!” Your voice rose, cries sharpening with every powerful snap of her hips. She pounded deeper, blue eyes locked on your face, then dropping to watch her thick length disappear inside your smaller body. She leaned down, mouth on your neck, sucking marks while one hand pinched your nipple and the other rubbed your clit faster. The sensations built and built—her everywhere at once, filling you, touching you, claiming you.

You held off as long as you could, but eventually your first orgasm crashed through you, walls clenching hard around her as you cried out loudly. Billie fucked you through it with deep, grinding strokes, groaning at how you squeezed her, but she didn’t come. She slowed, kissing you tenderly, staying buried inside while you caught your breath.

“Cumming already?” she teased, voice rough with need. She pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and pulled your hips up. She entered you again from behind, slower this time, savoring. Her hands explored relentlessly—running up your back, tangling in your hair, reaching underneath to play with your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples. She slapped your ass lightly, then soothed it, gripping the flesh as she thrust.

You turned your head to watch over your shoulder, mesmerized by the sight of her lean body moving behind you, muscles flexing, her cock sliding in and out. “Billie… fuck, I love watching you rail me.”

“Yeah? Keep watching then.” She picked up pace as your moans grew louder, slamming harder, the bed creaking. One hand snaked around to rub your clit in firm circles while the other held your hip. She leaned over you, chest to your back, biting your shoulder as she drove deep. Sweat slicked your skin. She edged you mercilessly—speeding up when you got close, then slowing until you begged, voice breaking.

“Please—Billie, I need to come!”

Only then did she let you, pounding relentlessly as your second orgasm tore through you, louder than the first. She followed soon after, burying herself deep and filling you with hot pulses, groaning your name like it was sacred.

Still, she wasn’t finished. After a brief break—her holding you close, blue eyes soft as she gave you water and strawberries from the room service tray, whispering how obsessed she was with every sound you made, every curve of your body—she grew hard again against your thigh.

“Think you can take more, my love?” she asked, kissing your neck.

You nodded, pulling her in. This time she sat against the headboard and guided you to straddle her. You sank down slowly onto her cock, both of you moaning at the stretch. “Ride me,” she commanded softly. “Let me feel every inch of you.”

You moved, hips rolling and bouncing. Billie’s hands were everywhere—gripping your ass to help guide you, sliding up your sides, cupping and squeezing your breasts, tugging your nipples until you cried out. She leaned in to suck marks onto your collarbones, then your breasts, tongue flicking relentlessly. As your moans grew louder and more desperate, her thrusts up into you became rougher, deeper, hands tightening on your hips.

You watched the mirror across the room—the way your body looked impaled on her, her blue eyes devouring you, her muscles working as she fucked up into you. The visual and the overwhelming sensation pushed you higher. Billie rubbed your clit in time with your movements, edging you again, drawing it out until you were sobbing with need.

“Come for me, baby—loud as you want,” she growled. Your third orgasm hit like a wave, body shaking as you screamed her name. She flipped you onto your back without pulling out, continuing to thrust through your spasms—long, powerful strokes that kept the pleasure rolling. You were sobbing out in pleasure. Her hands pinned your wrists above your head gently, then roamed again: stroking your throat, pinching your nipples, gripping your thighs to spread you wider so she could watch herself disappear inside you. You were a mess.

She came hard this time, hips stuttering as she filled you once more, but she kept moving slowly, grinding, keeping you full and stimulated until another smaller peak washed over you.

By the final round, you were both glistening with sweat, bodies trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. Billie took you on your side, spooned behind you, one leg hooked over hers. She entered you slowly, arm wrapped around your waist, hand cupping your breast and playing with your nipple. The other hand alternated between your clit and stroking your stomach, your thighs—constant, worshipful touch. Your moans filled the room again, louder with overstimulation, and she responded by fucking you harder, deeper, whispering filthy praise mixed with adoration.

“Fuck, listen to you… so loud and perfect. My sweet little girl taking everything I give. I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts.”

You came one last time, voice hoarse, body limp in her arms. Billie followed, pressing deep as she spilled inside you with a long, guttural moan.

Afterward, the room fell quiet except for your mingled breathing. Billie pulled out gently, cleaning you both with a warm cloth from the bathroom. She dressed you back in her hoodie, then tucked you against her chest under the covers. Her hands continued their gentle exploration—soft massages on your hips, thighs, and back where she’d gripped you, soothing any soreness. She kissed your hair, your eyelids, your lips.

“You’re everything to me,” she whispered, blue eyes full of tenderness. “On this crazy tour, coming back to you… it’s home. Rest now, baby. I’ve got you.”

Have a lovely-lovely Saturday, the weekend 😎 😜 😉