#billkaulitz

You don’t even remember how you got into this situation. Well, at this point. What is being implied is that you were basically being fucked absolutely dumb by your boyfriend, to the point where you couldn’t even think straight, hell, you couldn’t even remember your own name, the only thing that was on your mind was Tom and how his dick deliciously pounded your oversensitive puss.

“Tell me, schatzi..” He spoke in the middle of dicking you the fuck down, grabbing your legs and raising them up in the air in order to hit deeper, obsessed with you your pussy felt squeezing his big dick so tight. 

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, though he knew the answer damn well. His cocky ass just wanted to hear you say it. 

“I belong to- I- uh- I-” you tried so hard to think, wanting to be good for him. 

“Come one baby, you can do it. I don’t need to punish you, do I?” He cooed.

“I-I belong to y-you..” you attempted to answer, he smirked down at you. He absolutely loved it when you were like this. He sometimes feels guilty about how much he loves it, but he just can’t help it when you looked so cute under him, shaking, overstimulated, all dumb, probably sent into subspace, he just absolutely adored it.

You were close, but this orgasm felt different. Very different from your previous ones in fact. You just couldn’t describe it.

“I-I-” “are y’gonna cum, baby?” he asked sweetly, though again, he was absolutely dicking you the fuck down. But yes, yes you were going to cum.

I was outside of a nightclub, waiting to be let in. I was smoking a cigarette and chatting to my friend, the people around us drunk and impatient. I scanned the area around me, when someone caught my eye.

A man in a black sports car, his arm resting on the window sill of the car. He had a black beanie, a few facial piercings, a black muscle tank on and a few necklaces on his neck, dangling down to his chest. He arrived early, waiting for his friends to show up, waiting in his car.

His eyes met mine, he smirked slightly, revealing a glint of his tongue piercing as he took a long drag from his cigarette. "Guck ruhig, süße (keep looking honey)," he called out, his German accent evident as he spoke. I immediately blushed, knowing it was directed towards me. I looked away, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Hey, you ok?" my friend chuckled, her eyes wandering to wherever I was looking. "Ohhh you've been looking at that guy huh, you got a little thing for him?" she chuckled, teasing me. I rolled my eyes and smirked, "oh shut up, he's just attractive that's all," she chuckled and walked into the club when it was finally our turn to get in.

As we walked in we were immediately greeted with loud, booming music and bright lights, drunk people flailing around and dancing. I walked over to the bar, ordering a simple dirty martini and finding my friend again, I stood by the dancefloor and bobbed my head to the music, talking casually to her.

As the night went on, I found myself frequently glancing back at the entrance, curious about the man in the black sports car. I sighed and figured he probably went to another club with his friends, doubting I'd ever see him again.

That was until I turned around, walking around to find the bar, my head a little hazy from the amount of drinks I'd had. I accidently bumped into someone, causing them to spill their drink all over my top. "scheiße.." the man I bumped into cursed under his breath, wiping his hands on his jeans.

Suddenly, the same piercing gaze from the parking lot locked onto me, it was him. The man from the car. My eyes widened and I just stared at him. He chuckled and looked down at my stained top, his gaze lingering a little too long on my chest.

"Sorry about that schatz.." a smirk played on his lips, stepping closer to me, placing his large hand on my shoulder. His voice was low, barely audible over the pounding music. "Let me buy you a new drink gorgeous," he said, holding out his hand for me to take. I took his hand and followed him to the bar, turning around and looking at my friend as she was silently cheering for me. I smiled and turned back, sitting on the barstool with him.

"Sooo..I found you again my little admirer," he spoke up, flagging the waiter. I blushed and covered my face in embarrassment, "oh shut up! That was so embarrassing.." I whined. He chuckled and ordered me a vodka redbull, a whiskey for him. He turned to face me, his knees brushing against mine under the bar, his leg casually resting against mine, "I'm Bill.." he extended a hand.

I giggled and shook his hand, "I'm y/n," his gaze intensified as he held my hand a moment longer than necessary, his thumb lightly grazing my knuckles. He leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble in my ear, "nice to meet you, y/n. I can't lie, I've been watching you all night," my eyes widened slightly, "really..? That's funny because I've been looking for you all night," I chuckled nervously, "I figured."

After a few more drinks my head started to become hazy. I smirked and looked over at him as he stood up, slightly wobbling and holding his hand out, "let's dance schatzi, cmon," he nodded his head over to the dancefloor.

As I took his hand he pulled me up from the stool, his hand wrapping around my waist as he lead me onto the crowded dancefloor, drunk, horny bodies dancing together. The music was loud and fast paced but he moved with me with effortless grace, his hands possessive on my hips.

I leaned my head back and rested it on his shoulder, bringing my hands up and behind me to wrap them around his neck. Bill's hands slid down to grip my thighs as I danced, his touch bold and unapologetic. He nuzzles into my neck, his skin against mine as he inhaled my scent. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke, "you smell divine.." I smirked and kept dancing, softly grinding on him.

His breath hitched, his grip tightening on my thighs. He grinded back against me, his boner evident through his pants. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear, "let's get out of here, y/n.." his voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument.

I nodded and practically ran with him outside, I pulled out my phone and texted my friend a quick, "he's taking me home, wish me luck," I looked back and spotted her, she was already all over a guy, too busy to hear her phone going off.

I smirked and got into his car, his movements rushed and jerky as he got into the drivers seat. He started the engine, the car roaring to life as he pulled out of his parking spot, driving to his house on the outskirts of the city. His chest heaved as he raced down the highway, his foot pushing harder on the gas pedal.

The night air was cool against my flushed skin, his eyes focused on the road, his gaze occasionally flicking to me. When we finally arrived he quickly parked in the long driveway.

I unbuckled my seat belt and before I could even react Bill was by my side in an instant, in one swift motion, he lifted me out of the car, pulling me flush against his toned chest. His eyes gleamed with mischief and barely restrained hunger as he carried me bridal style toward the houses imposing front door.

He shouldered the door open, carrying me inside and kicking the door shut behind him. He carried me straight to his bedroom, his boots clomping heavily on the hardwood floors as he hurried to his room, not wanting to waste another second.

He threw me down on his king sized bed, the plush comforter enveloping me. Standing tall over me, he slowly shed his shirt, revealing his sweaty, toned chest. He then crawled onto the bed, inching closer to me, his hands moving to each side of my head, caging me in. His intense gaze roving my face, zeroing in on my parted lips.

Bills face inches closer, his warm breath mingling with mine. Then, slowly, oh so slowly, he pressed his mouth to mine in a searing, possessive kiss. His lips moved against mine with confident precision, his tongue slipping inside to dance with mine.

"Bill.." I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. He growled softly against my lips, his body pressing urgently against mine. His hands slid under my shirt, his calloused fingers leaving tingling trails on my skin as they map the contours of my torso.

He broke the kiss momentarily to tug my shirt up and off, tossing it aside carelessly. His hands reached for my bra, but instead of unhooking it he simply ripped it apart, leaving me stunned, he was too impatient to be slow and gentle. The fabric teared loudly as he discarded the ruined garment to the side. His gaze raked over my exposed breasts, his breath coming faster as he took in the sight, "fuck.." he mumbled, diving his head down and planting rough kisses onto my chest.

His lips blazed a trail of fervent kiss downward, his tongue swirling around one hardened nipple, earning a small moan from me. Upon hearing my reaction he smirked, drawing it between his teeth, biting down gently. His hands palmed the swell of my breasts almost reverently, kneading the soft flesh.

His lips and hands slowly made their way down my body, then finding my jean covered pussy. His teasing lips hover mere inches from my clothed mound as he deftly unbuttoned my jeans. With a devious smirk, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked both jeans and panties down my legs.

"Stop teasing!" I whined, arching my back as if to seek any sort of pleasure. He chuckled, the sound low and menacing as he continued to tease. He decided to put me out of my misery, sliding closer in between my thighs and wrapping each arm around one of my thighs, dragging me closer to him.

"I'll give you what you want, but first, I want to hear you beg.." he murmured, his piercing eyes looking up at me. I bit my lip, a small whine exiting my mouth, "please...please Bill...eat my pussy...stop fucking teasing me!" I was breathless, desperate, flushed, my body radiating with non stop arousal.

At my desperate plea, Bill's eyes darkened with lust. Without warning, he buried his face between my thighs, his tongue delving deep into my soaked folds. He licked and sucked at my most sensitive areas, earning loud and desperate moans from me. His nose bumped against my clit with each pass. "Mmh...so good.." he grumbled, eating me out like a starved man.

His tongue worked overtime, his fingers spreading my lips wide as he devoured my pussy. He ate me out relentlessly, his mouth making obscene sounds as he slurped and gulped down my juices. His nose was buried in my folds, his breath hot against my clit as he sucks it into his mouth.

The sensation of his tongue piercing against my sensitive clit sent me spiralling into ecstasy. My hands grabbed at his hair, trying to hold him in place as he continued his ruthless assault on my pussy. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open for his devouring mouth. "God..this pussy is so fucking good, so sweet..." he grunted.

"Keep going, fuck!" I moaned loudly, feeling his arms wrap around my thighs tighter, pinning them down as he redoubled his efforts. His mouth and tongue moved furiously against my wet hear, I could literally see stars from how good it was, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, letting out strings of loud, pleasured moans.

The sounds of my moans and the wet, sloppy noises of him eating my core filled the room, driving us both closer to the edge. His hardened cock ached in his pants, begging to be freed.

"Yess! 'M close, keep going!" I yelped, his fingers joined his mouth, slipping inside me as his tongue concentrated on my swollen nub. He pistoned his digits in and out of me, curling them upward to rub against that spot deep inside.

His eyes lifted to watch my face as I fell apart for him, sweat lined my forehead and my eyebrows had scrunched up in a pleading expression and my eyes were rolled back, my mouth slightly agape. He relished in the pleasure he was causing me, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He curled his fingers harder against my sweet spot and sucked my clit into his mouth with increased pressure, my orgasm rapidly approaching.

My toes curled and dug into the sheets, my hands fisted the sheets and I let out a scream, my orgasm crashing down. As I convulsed and screamed through my release, Bill lifted his glistening face, watching hungrily as waves of pleasure wracked my body. "Good girl..such a good girl.." he purred approvingly, His hands quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers.

He climbed back up my body and planted soft kisses on my face and neck, "time for the main course baby.." he chuckled, capturing my lips in a rough kiss. Bill loomed over me, his hard cock pressed urgently against my thigh, "are you ready baby...not too sensitive?" he asked softly, trying to make sure I wasn't too out of it.

I nodded softly, I was already over the affects of my prolonged orgasm. At my confirmation a devilish (see what i did there ehfhhewehhheeh) spread across Bill's face, giving him the green light. He positioned himself between my legs, the thick head of his cock prodding urgently at my entrance.

Bill's jaw clenched as he slowly inched forward, his thick shaft stretching me wide. He pushed deep, giving me time to adjust to his size. His breath hisses out through gritted teeth as he feels my tightness engulfing him. "Fuckkk.." he groaned, starting to move.

He set a slow pace at first before gradually quickening his pace, he groaned deeply with each thrust, his hips rolling, driving into me with purposeful strokes. One hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as he pounded into me. The other reached up to palm my breast, rolling and tugging at my nipple.

The sensation of him playing with my nipples added another wave of pleasure, my back arching and soft moans escaping my lips. Bills movements became more urgent, his thrusts harder and faster as he chased his own release, "look at me baby..look at me while I fucking destroy this slutty cunt," he demanded, sliding his hand up and gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

My vision was blurred slightly but I could still see the undeniable possession and lust in his eyes. The bed creaked beneath us, keeping time with his passionate movements. He leaned down to capture my mouth in a heated kiss, swallowing my whiny moans as he drove into me over and over.

I whimpered against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck for more security. He broke the kiss to look down at me, his eyes blazing with desire. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, making me yelp, "ahh! Bill!" I whined, the force of his thrust sent me scrambling up the bed, my back hitting the headboard.

He chuckled, "sorry baby.." he dragged me back and captured my lips in another heated kiss, pounding into me once more. "Fuck..you're so tight schatzi.." he grumbled. I let out a particularly loud moan when his tip directly hit my g spot, the sound of my moan spurred Bill on, his movements becoming even more brutal.

He grabbed both my thighs and pulled me closer, pounding into me with reckless abandon, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. He detached a hand from my thigh and reached in between my legs, rubbing at my clit in time with his pistoning hips.

His cock pounding into me, grouped with him furiously rubbing my clit drove me into oblivion, I moaned loudly and came hard. A little stream of clear liquid spurted out of my pussy, really showing the intensity of my pleasure. His eyes widened as he saw this, the sight of me squirting was Bills breaking point.

With a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself inside me and erupted, his thick cock pumping me full of his hot cum. He collapsed on top of me, our chests heaving in unison as we tried to calm down from such an intense orgasm. After a few minutes he lifted his head and placed a gentle peck on my lips, "you did so well baby..so proud.." he mumbled.

He rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow, his face flushed and sweat beaded. He leaned down to give me another soft kiss, this one lasting. A stark contrast to the passionate, borderline brutal love making we just shared. "Let's go for a shower and then we'll head to bed..yeah..?" he said, slightly panting.

I nodded softly and shakily slid off the bed, Bills arms wrapping around my waist to guide me.

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The clock reads 5 pm, you're sweating and watching from the mat, leaned up against the mirror. Your eyes were locked onto the person you envied most. His stance was fierce, yet with purpose. He was never the one to aimlessly punch without thinking.

"Bill, you were so much help today. Thanks so much, " One of the other girls at the gym approached him.

It was thirty minutes after training ended, the gym was humid and everybody was packing up and leaving.

Finally, the sound of the punching bag being pounded and slammed into quieted down.

"Of course, anything for cuties like you, " Bill wiped the sweat off his forehead with his wristband and turned to her.

He placed his hands on his hips, eyeing her up and down. His eyes traced the curves of her chest.

"Are you coming in tomorrow?" She grinned.

"Yea, I'm always here, " He gleamed down at her.

She nodded with a chuckle, fist bumping him before exiting. The last member of the gym followed behind her.

The door shut behind them; silence following behind it, reminding you your only company left. The buzz from the fluorescent lights above only mocked you.

Bill squeezed his water bottle, catching sips. He threw it back onto the mat with a thud. Sweat dripping from his eyebrow, down to his white tank top.

"What are you staring at?" He looked over at you, holding onto the towel around his neck.

"You. You're such a pervert. You were practically drooling over one glance of cleavage, " You slid up from the mirror, your shirt riding up a bit.

"Jealous? Is that how you want me to look at you?" He held a smug look on his face.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Anybody that didn't fawn over him could wipe that expression off his face.

"Maybe you should focus on training more than flirting, " Your feet peeled off the mat with each step; meeting the cold wood floor. 

"I can do both, they don't mind either, " Bill's eyes followed you as you walked to your locker.

"What are you even training them for? How to perform in your bed?" You twist the locker knob, pulling the door open.

"Like you need to know. I'm sure you need that, " He smirked and watched you.

"I can perform well without your help if that's what you need to know, " You took out electrolytes.

"Why are you even thinking about that? Did you wanna join them in my bed?" He snickered, he was closer than before but he was still on the mat.

"Of course, not. Anyone can guess your motives from the stretches you help them do." You turn to him.

"Like what stretches? Tell me? Because I'm really curious onto why you're assuming this shit about me," Bill narrowed his eyes and came closer as he spoke.

He closed you in into your locker, looking down at you. The heat from his body radiating onto yours. You could almost mix body sweat from how close he was. His jaw was clenched, almost chewing on his own tongue.

"It's not assumptions when it's true, " You leaned up and spoke into his face.

He smirked a bit and slowly leaned down into your ear.

"I'll show you the difference between assumptions and truths, since you wanna make shit up, " His voice was husky in your ear.

You shuddered but stood your ground. The smell of his sweat and cologne filled your nose, almost like poison. You could taste it in your mouth.

"Don't act smug, I know you've slept with a handful, Bill, " You whispered into his ear.

"If I wanted to, I would've ages ago, " He spoke into your ear once more, his breath hitting your ear after each word.

Bill leaned back away from you and took your electrolytes from your hand. He took a huge sip as he kept eye contact. A droplet hung from his lips as he pulled away from the bottle.

"Mind your business, " He licked his lips and handed you the bottle.

You could only glare at him as you watched him go off into the showers.

"Asshole, " You muttered once the door closed behind him.

You were stuck as the only other trainer with Bill, being left alone to the rest of the tasks before closing. You placed on your headphones and put on a song of choice.

You wiped down the windows, pulling down the blinds. It shut out the nice orange hue that filled the gym. You restocked items for guests and returning members. It was small tasks to keep the place nice and tidy. Boring but it was nice with the music on.

You took out another spray and kneeled down onto the blue mat. It sunk under you as you began wiping from one corner. You hear a faint door close again, but ignore it.

"You look good from up here."

You could hear that irritating voice but you focus on your task.

The mat sunk in under behind you. You could feel wet, cold droplets hit your calves. You look over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

Bill was drying his ears, his hair dripping wet from the shower. You watched a water droplet run down his chest, tracing his toned body.

"What the fuck? Go put on clothes, " Your eyes moved down to the towel around his waist.

"What's wrong? Am I getting your mat wet?" He smirked.

You could see his eyes moving down your body, narrowing your eyes.

"Seriously, asshole?"

"What, babe? Does my presence really bother you that much? Am I getting the mat soaked?" Bill leaned over, his hair dripping water onto your back slightly.

"Dude. Don't call me that. Seriously stop playing around and put on clothes." You got up, leaving the rag and spray bottle on the floor.

He looked down at you, his mischievous smile only growing.

"What are you gonna do about it?" He tilted his head.

"I'm serious, Bill."

He reached down to the start of the towel around his waist. You widened your eyes.

"Do something about it, " He chuckled.

You reached out and grabbed his wrists.

"Dude get off my mat and put on some clothes, " You try to push him towards the locker rooms, but he persists and pushes back.

"Come on, I know you're stronger than that, " He leaned down and spoke into your ear.

You grunt and shoved him back a bit. He pulled you along with him as you guys tussled.

"Enough, Bill, " You rolled your eyes as you guys were off the mat by now.

"I like it when you fight with me, " He yanked you into the showers with him.

You let out an exhale and continue trying to shove him. Bill turned you around, shoving himself against the door, not letting you out. The tile underneath you was cold and wet. You glared up at him and grit your teeth.

"Enough, Bill. I'm done."

"I'm not, I think you need a shower, " He leaned down and sniffed you, mocking you.

You groaned and he pushed you towards the direction of one. You tried to fight against it, but his towel was slipping. His v-line was slowly showing more, distracting you.

His soft lips pecked your neck as he moved to grab your wrists, pinning you against the cold, gross blue tile of a shower cubicle.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head slightly.

"Give in to me, " Bill whispered into your ear and nibbled your ear lobe.

"What's your issue, huh? Don't you have other girls to do this to?" You lean away.

"They aren't fun like you, " He stood up straight, sliding his hands down to your waist.

You clenched your fists and twisted the water on. It sprayed on him, running down his hair and body.

"Admit it, you're jealous of them, " Bill leaned down again and whispered into your ear.

The water filled the void of your answers. It was cold, yet it didn't help with how heated up you felt inside. Your shirt was getting drenched, becoming see through. He glanced down and back up at you.

"Don't I frustrate you? Your blood boils when you see me everyday, doesn't it? Having to work twelve hours with me, stuck in this gross gym, " He kissed every few words into your neck.

"Who wouldn't be? I can't stand you, " You looked down at him.

"How do you think I feel?" Bill kissed up your ear.

You clenched his shoulders, your wet shirt weighing you down slightly.

"You think I wanna be stuck in this gym with you? I'd rather do anything else, " He held the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and throwing it aside.

You looked up at him, his eyes were already there to meet yours. His eyes were hungry, and by his grip on your waist you could tell he wanted more.

"Make up your mind, Bill. Stop being weird."

"Don't rush me, " He narrowed his eyes.

Bill slid his hands back up and pulled the straps off your shoulders. He slipped your bra down, exposing your bare chest.

You reached up, covering yourself with your arms.

"I'll make your assumptions true if you let me, " He held your wrist gently, leaning down to you. He prompt himself up with one of his wrists above your head against the wall.

"So you admit it. You'll fuck anyone you see."

Bill tilted his head and pretended to look away with his eyes to think.

"Maybe I do. What's so wrong with that?" He pushed your wrists down gently.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. He slid a hand down to your boob, gently fondling it as he rolled your nipple between his pointer and middle finger.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, falling for his temptations.

"Make this quick, " You muttered into the kiss.

"What's the rush for?" Bill spun you around by your waist.

He kissed behind your ear and down the side of your neck, pressing his hard on against your ass.

Your hands and chest pressed up against the tile. The water continuously soaking the both of you as he continued kissing your neck, moving his hands to the start of your shorts.

"The gym needs to be closed on time, " You tilt your neck to give him more access.

"Strict, aren't you? Why do that when you can be with me?" He grinned against your skin as he nipped at it, leaving small red marks.

"Stop talking, " You closed your eyes in content, letting out small moans.

Bill pushed down your shorts as he pulled off his towel. You pushed off the wall a bit to position yourself for him. He slid his fingers down your slit, spreading your juices over your folds and clit. You shuddered to his warm touch, his fingers calloused probably from all of that training.

He dipped one of his fingers into you, gently pumping it in and out.

"Is this okay?" He whispered against your ear.

You nod in response, feeling him dip another finger inside of you. He curled his fingers, chuckling softly.

"What's so funny?" You let out, looking down at the ground to distract yourself from embarrassment.

"I think it's sweet that you're taking me so well. I thought you hated me, babe, " He sucked on your neck and nipped, leaving behind darker marks.

"I do," You mewled, feeling his other hand meet your boob again. His wet fingers slid up to your clit, circling it softly.

"Yea? Doesn't sound like it, " He removed his fingers from your pussy, keeping the other on your boob.

You let out a small whine from the lost of warmth.

Bill positioned his size, teasing your entrance before slowly entering. You let out a small gasp, angling yourself to help. He reached up to your jaw after fully entering you, turning your face to his.

He stared into your eyes like it meant more, leaning down to kiss your lips. You closed your eyes as he bent over you slightly, moving his hips slowly. Your stomach turned from pleasure as you moaned softly into your lips.

He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck, gently grasping it. You held onto the wall to keep balance as you bit his lip.

He grunted, the taste of blood melting into the kiss.

He slapped your side, growling slightly before kissing you harsher. You breathed heavily, moving your lips along with him.

Your legs shake slightly, feeling the pleasure in your stomach. He moved his hand from your boob down to your waist as he moved his hips quicker. You moved a hand from the wall, clasping your fingers into his. The water washed off your sweat as he continued, the fresh smell of his products flooding your nose.

Your feet slightly slip from the wet surface. He held you tightly as he moved his lips into yours. You parted your lips, gasping slightly from the pleasure. He held your throat, sliding his tongue in as you let out small squeals into the kiss.

"Where's that attitude from before?" He pulled away from the kiss after a bit.

"Be quiet and finish up, " You threw your head back, your head leaning against his shoulder.

Bill reached over your hip and rubbed your clit as he moved slower. He pounded into you, causing you to roll your eyes back, clenching his hand on your waist harshly.

He panted into your head, kissing your nape.

"You're so frustrating, " He moaned huskily.

"I wish we never met, " You squirmed, letting out a high pitched noise, trying to hold back.

He bit your shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood, earning a wince from you. He chuckled behind you as he moved his hips faster, letting out low moans.

"Don't say things you don't mean, fuck. I'm close, " He bucked his hips.

You squealed, clenching your eyes as your thighs shook. You let out a content sigh as he pulled out quickly, releasing onto your back. You pant softly, holding onto the shower rail, not once looking at him.

Bill glanced at you from behind, admiring his work and your curves. He was quiet for a bit but he reached out, holding your hips. He licked the bite mark he left on your shoulder, gently.

"What, Bill?"

"What's with that tone?" He hummed, kissing the bite mark.

You don't respond, feeling the water run down your back. He held you against his chest. He massaged your sides, placing his chin on your head.

You placed your hands on his wrist, conflicted.

"So, now what? Are you still gonna go around and sleep with those girls?" You mumble the last part.

"What did you say to me?" He held your jaw and turned your face to him.

"Are you gonna go sleep with those girls?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I can't believe you think that lowly of me, " He sucked his teeth and looked down at you as he pressed his thumb into your cheek.

"Tell me, Bill."

"What's there to tell you?" He slid a finger into your lips, forcing you to suck it.

He watched with no emotion on his face, you couldn't read how he felt.

"Believe what you want, " He whispered into your ear.

He pulled away, turning away to grab a towel to dry off.

"Just answer me, Bill, " You clenched your fists, turning away from the wall to look at him.

He pulled a shirt over his head, it clung to his body from the dampness.

"You can continue to be curious or just let me fuck you every now and then. How does that sound?" Bill pulled on his sweatpants.

"Are you kidding me?" You crossed your arms.

"Why would I be?" He grabbed his bag.

"Answer me, stop being vague!" You raised your voice a bit.

He shrugged and walked to the door to leave.

"Believe what you want, " The door shut behind him before you could continue.

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