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Smell of motor oil and cigarettes fills the small one bedroom trailer. Your man's thick, grease stained fingers skim along your inner thigh causing little goosebumps over your skin, not just where he's touching you, but everywhere, making your nipples perk up. Truth is he's not really your man, but that's okay, because he's yours right now.
Your skin so soft from the achingly hot shower you took before he came home, coating your whole body in rose scented oil just for him, just for this moment. Been waiting all day for his hot, delicious body, the way he smells, the way he feels against you, it's like a drug and you just can't stop, can't get enough of him, even if your time together isn't as often as you need it to be, you make do with what you've got.
"Such a good girl. Fuckn' love it when you do as you're told."
Deep, gruff voice in the darkening room, his hand slides further up, brushing against your nakedness, feeling your heat against his thick fingers. Can smell your sweet pussy and it's making his cock throb against his thigh.
"You touch this sweet cunt while you were waitin' for me?"
Asks you, eyes intense, looking down at you from where he hovers above. Pretty curls framing his face, falling forward and dancing along his shoulders. It's gotten so long in the time you've known him and you love it. There's something almost feminine in the way Billy looks sometimes, how long his eyelashes are, the pretty little Cupid's bow. But you know that Billy is all man.
You nod, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, your body unconsciously writhing closer to where his hand dances near your naked cunt, his touch too gentle for your liking, need those fat fingers fucking into you, hard and fast, like only Billy can.
He's doing this on purpose... going slow, making you wait for what you want.
"Mmm, naughty. What did I tell you about touching this hungry pussy without my permission? Give me those dirty fingers.”
Orders you, with this deep growl, roughly grabbing the hand you used to touch yourself while you were lying here alone, waiting exactly where he told you to wait. Here, naked, in his bed.
Sucks your fingers inside his hot mouth, licking and sucking them clean, like he couldn't get enough of the way you taste. All the while his eyes are on yours. Billy can be so intimidating sometimes. It's those ocean blue, almost sleepy eyes, the intensity of them, it's like he can read your most private thoughts.
Lets your fingers fall from between his lips, sliding his own back across your slick folds, coating them in your juices making you moan.
Settling himself down, his face between your spread thighs. Nose nudging against your swollen clit as he breaths you in, taking in the beauty of the way you smell when you're so wet for him.
"Spread your legs wider for me. Wanna see this pretty pussy."
Looking down at him with pretty doe eyes. You love the way he talks to you when you're alone like this, the deepness of his voice, the disgusting filth that falls past his lips. Makes you feel like the most fuckable girl in the world. The way he looks, he could be with any girl he wanted right now, but he's here, with you.
Something about his voice, you know, gets deeper when he's horny, yet something smooth about it, flows soft like honey slipping from those perfect pink lips.
"Like this, baby?"
You ask, voice soft, barely above a whisper, holding his gaze in this dim light, sun setting outside the tiny curtain of the trailer. He makes you feel so uninhibited, parting your thighs, exposing yourself to him. Makes you feel like a dirty girl. Like he could convince you to do anything he wanted, all he had to do was ask.
Blue eyes look dark, staring down at your needy cunt. Licks his lips all hungry, cock aching uncomfortably beneath the denim of his tight Levis.
"Mmm, baby girl, just like that. Now keep those sexy legs spread wide for me."
Practically purrs, thick fingers parting your slick lips, exposing you even more to him. Thumb pushes against your hole with little circles, gathering your wetness, then sliding it back up to your clit, feeling it swell even more under his touch.
Your breath hitches, soft little moans falling past your lips as this intense pleasure courses through your entire body. It's like a wildfire, starts small in your belly, then builds, spreads and you're already too close.
In one quick movement, he brings his palm down and gives your pussy a sharp slap. Firm enough to make your hips buck slightly, little yelp coming from deep in your throat.
"Billy..."
You whimper soft, eyes wide. His hand pressed firmly against your mound and you rock gently against it.
"Did I say you could touch this sweet cunt without my permission? Thought I told you to wait til I got here."
"Couldn't wait, Billy... missed you too much."
Slaps against your clit again, making you squirm beneath him, legs still spread open obscenely wide. Your thighs tremble. You try to stifle a loud moan by biting your lip hard, only making it bleed, but you don't even notice because everything else feels too good.
Slides two fat fingers deep between your soaked, swollen folds. Pumping slow, pushing in deep, your silky walls flutter and swallow around them. You arch your back, rocking softly, meeting the most delicious and welcome intrusion.
Something about Billy's fingers, how thick they are, how they spread you open and fill you nice. It's the way he knows exactly where to rub deep inside, hits that special spot. Can't get them deep enough. He could make you cum just with his fingers alone, he has many times.
"Drippin' all over my sheets, dirty slut... Want me to eat this pretty pussy, baby girl?"
Fingers rutting in and out, making obscene wet noises. Such a slut for him, always a needy slut for your man.
"... been thinking about your mouth on my pussy all day..."
You whine, grinding up against his hovering face, fucking back into his hand and hitting your clit against his chin, the little roughness from his stubble feels good and he's just looking at you with a little shit eating grin.
"Such a needy little thing all the time, want it so bad, dontcha?"
Gives a little patronizing pout of his lips, eyes dark and sexy. Can smell the headiness of your cunt and it's making him dizzy. Can't wait any more. Buries his face between your thighs, licks a slow strip up your slit, moaning all soft and sexy into your cunt. You cry out and grab a fist full of his curls, his tongue so deliciously hot makes you giddy, like you want to cry and laugh at the same time.
Laps teasingly at your swollen pussy, circling around your clit with the tip of his tongue, before latching on like a man starved. Then letting go to lick and suck at your folds, tongue diving deep between your slit to taste you and tongue fuck you. It's not just about pleasing you, it's about getting his fill of your sweet cunt. Lost in the taste and smell of you. Sharp little cries slipping past your lips as you grip his hair even tighter, fingers getting tangled in his curls.
"... Bills.... oh...."
Your body squirming beneath him, thighs closing against the sides of his head as you rut against his face and fingers, the pleasure too much, too intense.
Big cock is aching for release, but he's focused on you and making you cum, wants to taste it on his tongue, wants to hear your sweet, sexy sounds.
"That's it, baby girl, cum for daddy, like a good little slut."
Purrs against your pussy, hot mouth sucking hard on your sensitive bud, pushing another finger inside, pumping slow because you're so damn tight he can barely fit them all. Curls them, rubbing against your g-spot. You feel that little flutter, the coiling in your belly.
With a sharp cry you lose it, wave after wave of complete bliss crashes over you. Juices flooding out, coating his fingers and mouth, covering his chin. He's sucking your clit hard, finger fucking you harder and faster, helping you ride out your delicious orgasm.
"Such a good girl."
Half mumble, half chuckle as you cum hard against him. When you start to come down, your breathing like you ran a marathon, letting go of the tight grip you had on his hair, your hand cramps it was gripping so tight.
Billy laughs, soft and deep, standing up and stripping off his clothes, tossing everything onto the floor. Huge cock springs out and you can't help but whimper. My god he's beautiful. His body is sweaty, you can see the sheen on him and it's like he glowing. Licks his lips.
"Gonna take a quick shower, angel."
Smirks, looking down at your soft pretty face, looking like a goddess against his messy sheets. Always there when he wants you, always so needy for him. Can't help but feel something for you after all the months you two have been sneaking off together for your little secret fucks.
"What!? Now? Baby... nooo."
Your eyes drifting up and down his delicious, sweaty body, his beautiful thick cock jutting out at you proudly. You lick your lips.
"Seriously babe, I'm nasty... but, you can come help clean me off, if you want."
Laughs, loves how cute your face is right now, looking like he took away your favorite treat.
"Don't wanna... I like you all dirty, Billy... come here."
You sit up, your hand wrapping around his thick shaft, it throbs in your grip. Can barely get your fingers to touch around the girth of it, so heavy and thick. You slowly start to stroke it, god it's so beautiful, feels so velvety soft, the tip glistening in the low light. Little wicked grin comes across his face as he thrusts his hips slightly, pushing his cock through the tight little circle you've made with your fingers.
Truth was you loved the way Billy smelled after working all day at the shop, made you feral. Hated when he covered himself up with cologne or washing up before you came over. You just wanted to nuzzle against his neck or stick your nose in his armpit, which you know is weird, but he humors you, lets you have your little perversions, because he has them too.
Grips your hips fast and flips you over, making you giggle, pulling you to your knees, sexy ass high in the air, your face pressed against the flimsy mattress. Takes a second to admire your gorgeousness, heart shaped ass presented like a pretty little offering just for him, pussy glistening and puffy, begging to be fucked and fucked good.
Knew you wouldn't let him go and take a shower, just loves teasing you, making you suffer a little. But he's teasing himself too. Missed you and he's going to show you just how much.
Gives your ass a sharp smack, watching it jiggle. You moan into the mattress, hips instinctively arching back even more. Chuckles at you, not in a cruel way, just deep and lusty. Big hands squeezing the fat of your ass roughly in his palm. Loves everything about you and your hot little body.
"You like me dirty... yeah? I'll give you fuckn' dirty."
Huffs, teasing you with the fat head of his cock, rubbing it through your folds, coating it in your slick, catching at your hole, pushing just the fat tip inside you, feeling your delicious tightness clenching around him. Pulls back out, then drags his cock back through your folds again.
"That's it, baby... get my cock nice and wet."
Grips your hip harder, fingers pressing into your tender skin. Holding his cock at the base, lining himself against your needy hole.
"Please, Billy... fuck me good, missed you so much."
You beg, looking up at him kind of sideways, from where half your face is squished against the mattress.
Pink tongue dances across his lips, mouth hangs open softly. Snarls, slamming his hips forward, burying his massive cock, balls deep into your cunt. You cry out. Doesn't give you time to adjust, never does, just starts pounding into you hard and fast, heavy balls slapping against your clit. Just the way you like it. Pounding you deep. You can tell he's missed you too.
Your moans are muffled against the sheets, which is a good thing since last time the neighbors complained about the noise.
His thickness stretching you open deliciously. Watches your ass jiggle with every fuck against it. Fucks you rough and hard. Thick fingers slip around to play with your clit, rubbing in rough fast circles, his other hand gripping your hip, pulling you back into his thrusts.
You kind of whine and growl, weird noises coming from your throat as the wind practically gets knocked out of you with every push of his hips into yours. You sound needy and incoherent.
"Can't... mmmm... Billy... too much."
Smirks, not slowing his pace. Feeling your pussy clench as you cum for a second time, your juices flooding out, soaking his length and dripping down to his heavy balls.
Leans down against your back, his body so big compared to yours, dwarfing you beneath him, sinking his teeth into the soft skin on your neck, sucking hard leaving behind a vivid bruise as he fucks into you like an animal in heat, rutting wildly.
"Milk my fuckn' cock with this hungry little cunt. Show me how much you love it."
Grunts out his words, balls slapping hard against your used pussy. His body is hot and you feel overwhelmingly consumed by him, swallowed beneath the weight of him and you love every second of it.
His big hand comes up to your neck, tight around the delicateness, holding you like he owns you, pulling you back roughly against his sweat slicked chest, pounding into your cunt. His sexy breath hitting the side of your face.
You whimper, your own hair in your mouth, neck uncomfortable being held up, pussy fucked raw and sore, but in the best possible way. You rut yourself back against each thrust. Billy's other hand slapping against your clit again, his hips rough and brutal against yours as you lose yourself and cum again for a third time, which is the most unreal thing to you, that any man can make you cum that much. Only Billy has ever been able to give you that.
Pulls you back more, hand still on your throat, so his lips cover yours, swallowing your filthy moans as you cum. Hands slips from your throat to tangle through your hair, gripping it tight as his mouth devours you.
Billy licks across your lips and into your mouth, biting your lip, making you whimper soft against his lips.
Feels the tightness in his balls and the coiling in the pit of his belly and he knows he's going to lose it too. Only you can make him cum so quickly, you and your soft mouth and tight hole.
"You want it? Want my cum? Gonna take it like a good girl?"
His thrusts get sloppy and erratic, his abs flex as he hits his peak, hot breath against your lips, his cock pulses hot cum deep inside your sweet waiting pussy. Growls hot in your mouth, his cum flooding your pussy, filling you deep, hitting against your cervix.
You moan breathlessly, groaning into each other's mouths, his eyebrows furrow in the cutest way. You love when Billy loses it. Love when, in those sweet seconds when he's cumming, he looks almost soft and yet...
Every time he fills you with his hot cum he grunts out the most vulgar shit you could imagine. You are the ultimate object of Billy's lust, and he makes you feel deliciously dirty and owned by him, but at the same time like something more.
Pulls back from your lips, little grin on his face, breathless, grip on your hair softening. Nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses, smirking against your sweaty skin.
Rolls his hips languidly against yours, his cock still nestled into you, his cum slipping out around his thick shaft, pooling on the sheet below. His hand lets go of your hair and slides down, gripping your hip, squeezing the curve of it rough.
"Atta girl."
Gives your ass a firm slap.
You sit up slowly, feeling his cum leaking out of your pussy and onto your thighs. You look around the dimly lit room, trying to remember where you tossed your panties earlier in a rush.
"Can't keep doing that Billy, cumming inside me like that."
You say softly.
"Yeah, yeah."
Leans back against the pillows, lighting a Marlboro, the orange tip burns bright then softens as he takes a deep drag. Smirks around it, watching you move around, loving the way your tits bounce, feeling good at the little thing you two have going on. Doesn't want to hear you nagging him right now.
"I'm serious, Billy."
You say, eyebrows furrowing, turning on the tiny lamp attached to the wall over his bed. He squints at the sudden brightness of the room, and talks around his cigarette.
"Jesus, warn a guy."
Mumbles and you kiss him quickly on the corner of his mouth, slipping your little tank top and shorts back on, over your curves.
"Not ready to have my baby, but you sure as fuck act like it when I'm balls deep, princess."
Winks and with the light on him you can't believe how beautiful he looks. I mean, of course you know. But sometimes you forget until you see him completely naked like this. His hair a tangled mess of pretty curls, thighs so deliciously thick, his still somewhat hard cock sits heavy on his thigh and you don't want to leave right now, but you know you have to. You have responsibilities and this thing you two have isn't about love, you remind yourself.
He wasn't wrong. You never complained while it was happening, just afterwards and that hardly seemed fair.
Reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumble, falling against his naked chest with a soft little oof.
"Real pretty, know that? Prettiest thing I've ever seen."
He says, and there it is, that smooth deep voice, it's like he does it on purpose, like he could say anything to you right now and you would believe him.
"I gotta go, baby."
You remind him, standing back up, not sure what you're feeling right now, but this isn't a thing... not a serious thing... you remind yourself now.
Gets up off the bed, puts out his cigarette in the glass ashtray. Cups your face, tilting it up towards his, fingers curl softly under your jaw. Blue eyes look deep, like a stormy ocean. Kisses you, it's hungry. Always is with Billy, his tongue pushes it's way into your mouth, fat and delicious, makes your knees feel like they're going to give out. Breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.
"Stop kissing me like that."
You say and he just laughs, his smile so pretty it hurts, the most perfect teeth you've ever seen, and his eyes almost sparkle in this light and suddenly you don't want to leave.
"Like what? Like this...?"
Lips brush against your jaw, your cheek, your neck, soft little delicate kisses all along your skin. Makes your breath hitch, heart fluttering at how soft Billy can get at the drop of hat. How he goes from snarky and bitchy, cocky and mean, to soft and gentle and tender.
"Maybe you mean like this."
Murmurs, finding your lips again, kissing you deep and soft, slower than before. You melt, you always do and he know it. He can feel it when he holds you and it is an ego boost for sure.
Of course you decide to stay.
Of course you do.
Stay for one more round, which turns into waking up in his bed the next morning to the smell of coffee brewing and what sounds like eggs sizzling in a pan.
Despite the slight panic that runs through your body, the bed feels warm and cozy and smells like Billy. You take a deep whiff of his pillow to soak in it for a little while, since you know it's time to go.
You wiggle your toes and stretch, knowing you shouldn't have stayed. It was a mistake. It was the first time you let that happen and it felt irresponsible and stupid, even if it was amazing.
You grab your clothes from where you tossed them, get dressed quick, trying to fix the wild tangles in your hair, but after a night with Billy there's no hope.
You make your way to the small kitchen where you see Billy standing at the stove, his back to you, you catch the cigarette smoke rising above his head as he hums softly, something unrecognizable, and flips some eggs with a spatula.
He's in a pair of white briefs that hug his ass deliciously and nothing else, except of course the cigarette dangling from between his lips. How can you fuck all night and wake up and want to fuck again. It's crazy how you get around him.
His muscles flex as he cooks, the sun showing off his summer tan and his new tattoo. New tattoo?? You can't believe you missed that, in the heat of everything last night.
"Hey."
You smile and he glances over his shoulder, flashing the sleepiest sexiest smile, making you feel a weird flutter in your chest and you know you're in trouble. Know you're falling for him despite your best efforts to keep things casual. Know you have to get the hell out of here and fast.
"Mornin' beautiful."
Voice deep, a little raspy from sleep, as he flips some eggs onto a plate. They actually look delicious, buttery and fluffy and you're kind of surprised, to be honest. There's so much you don't know about him.
"I didn't know you could cook."
You say, grabbing a mug and filling it with hot coffee from the small percolator.
"I'm a man of many talents."
Winks, eyes flick down to your cleavage, then back to your face.
You smirk.
"What? They're nice."
Smiles around his cigarette and pours himself a cup of coffee too.
"Didn't get any ashes in my eggs, did you?"
You tease and he chuckles, sitting across the table from you and digging in. You watch him. He's got a ravenous appetite for everything in life, food, sex, cigarettes, booze... women.
"Nah. I mean, I don't think so."
He teases back. Dirty blonde hair a crazy mess of curls in the humid summer air, all cute and tousled. Long pretty eyelashes flutter softly as he eats. Little summer freckles dot across his nose and cheeks, and you don't think he really understands how absolutely beautiful he really is.
Those eyes are so striking, the prettiest blue that changes in depth depending on the light. The soft sunlight dances across his muscular arms. He could be on the cover of any magazine he wanted and you wonder why he's still here in Hawkins working some shit job fixing cars.
Don't do it.
You tell yourself. The way you're looking at him like maybe you're falling in...
He looks up at you, sensing your gaze, those pretty blue irises lock onto yours. Flashes this slow, lazy grin and you can't help but smile back at him.
"See somethin' you like, angel?"
You just roll your eyes and sip your coffee.
"Gotta get to work. Don't go rushing off though, sweetheart. Stay as long as you want. Mi casa es su casa, and all that shit."
Stands and comes around to press a quick soft kiss against your lips. The lingering smell of his cigarette clings to him, it's heady and it will forever reminds you of him, of sex and hot summer nights.
"If you change your mind, you know... about a baby, you know where to find me."
Teases you, tongue poking against the inside of his cheek.
"That's not funny, Billy."
You smirk, pushing against his chest.
I'll pick up some condoms, okay?"
Saunters off to the bedroom for a beat, throwing on a pair of jeans, an old t-shirt and his work boots, before coming back over to you.
You.
Can't help but feel this sense of something, like after a hard workout or a good fight, something deep and satisfying about how his body feels whenever you two spend the night together. Pushes away anything too serious. Just sex, that's it... this is just... a release when things get too tense, too much... just a physical release, that's all. Nothing more. He reminds himself, because sometimes he thinks... maybe, maybe it could be more.
Pushes a messy lock of your hair back off your face, his fingertips graze lightly against your soft skin and you can't help but close your eyes against them. Just looks at you, quiet.
"See you later."
Smiles, then turns and closes the door softly behind him. You hear his motorcycle, loud and rumbling through the thin walls, smell him on your skin, taste him on your lips.
You push away that little voice that whispers that maybe it could be more, that maybe... just maybe him asking you stay means he feels it too.