Page 42 of Steve's Barmaid
“Billie,” he panted.
“Hmm?” was all I could manage.
“Let me take over?”
It was as if he could tell I was out of practice and needed to swap.
“Yes, please. Where do you want me?”
“On your back, spread your legs,” he ground out.
I cocked a brow at him, surprised at his tone.
“I mean, only if you are okay with it,” he added meekly.
Oooh boy, I could not wait to meet unrestrained Steve.
“I am more than okay with it. I happen to love it.” I kissed him and moved off his lap before spreading out on the blanket.
Steve crawled over me, sliding in between my legs. He grabbed his glistening cock and slid it up and down my slit, grinning.
“Oh, did you like it when I did that?” I asked
“Mmm,” was all he responded before he notched himself at my channel and thrust into me with teeth-chattering force. He placed his elbows on either side of my head before licking up the side of my sweaty neck. “I loved it.”
Steve then buried his face in my neck and started to thrust, slow and even. He felt different at this angle. Good different. I felt as if I might be ready to take his knot. I wrapped my legs around his hips and met him, thrust for thrust until he was pistoning in and out of me, and I let my legs fall open, admiring him as he thrust into me. And then there it was, a small feeling of pressure and then a retreat. I locked my legs around him, encouraging him to thrust further. He steadily thrust in and out of me, delving deeper with each thrust. And then I felt it—a pop. He’d knotted me and slid all the way in. Steve let out a garbled cry, and I felt my eyes beginning to well up—not because it hurt, but because it felt so good.
“Hey, hey, is this too much?” Steve looked concerned, knot buried deep inside me.
I sighed in the exquisite pleasure the knot was providing, “This is amazing.”
He kissed me gently and then continued to thrust, slowing his pace, now with his knot popping in and out each time. I felt as if he was reaching the very end of me every time he thrust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Everything was lighting me on fire. The feel of my sweaty boobs sticking to his chest, the smell of him musky and citrusy, and all Steve. The feel of his ass clenching underneath my legs. With every thrust of his hips, I felt myself coiling up when, suddenly, he changed the pace. He was no longer pistoning into me, but rutting into me with such force that I could feel his balls slap against my ass. I whimpered under him, threatening to combust from the sensations. His breathing quickened on the nape of my neck as we were both were panting from the pleasure and exertion of it all.
“Oh, fuck, Steve,” I panted.
“Billie. You feel so damn good. You’re so tight. I have no idea how this is working.”
He hammered in and out of me, each time his knot dragging along my sensitive flesh, causing stars to burst before my eyes. My toes curled, and I arched my back into him, meeting him with every thrust as we moved together.
“Steve, I’m gonna—” but I couldn’t even finish the thought. He gave two more powerful thrusts, and I felt him spurt hot cum all along my walls. I hung on, panting as I felt myself clamp down on him, emptying himself into me. I tossed my head back, letting out a ragged groan as he pressed into me one last time before collapsing. My arms and legs went limp at the sheer force of my orgasm, and I lay there, breathing heavily, with Steve atop me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
STEVE
Ibarely shifted my weight in time to stop myself from crushing Billie with my much larger frame. We lay there in silence for a moment, both sticky with sweat and panting. My heart was pounding against Billie’s. We were still joined at the waist, with my knot wedged inside her tight seath. I attempted a small movement so I would be able to look Billie in the eye. She moaned at the movement of my cock, still trapped inside her, and I felt her clamp down on me, causing a tingle of sensation down my spine. I managed to shift to one side so I could prop myself up on my elbow and take her all in.
Her face was flushed pink, and sweat made her little ringlets even more pronounced around her hairline. Her beautiful chest was still heaving, her eyes still dark. I skimmed my fingers up and down her side, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to doafter, so I wanted to let Billie lead the way. I had never had a mating of any kind, but thatdefinitely wasn’t something casual for me. I hoped it wasn’t for her, either.
“How was that?” she asked.
How was that?I had no idea what the appropriate response was.Life-altering? Mind-blowing? An out-of-body experience? Beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of?
“Do you want the truth?” I asked.
At this, a look of concern flashed across her face. Oh, that’s not what I wanted.
“I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” I explained hastily. “It was amazing. Lifechanging. I have never come so hard in my life. Watching you come while clenched around my cock will be seared into my brain forever.”
