Page 55 of Steve's Barmaid
“More than okay,” she responded, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I started to thrust shallowly, not wanting to overwhelm Billie with my size or my knot. Billie locked her legs around my waist and murmured, “More.”
I ratcheted up my pace and thrust deeper, but not knotting her. She wasn’t ready. She’d need to come at least once more. Her cunt was like a vice around me, sucking me in with every thrust.
Billie hung on, digging her fingers into my shoulders and wrapping her legs more tightly around my waist. If this is what she wanted, I would give it to her. I rammed my knot into heragain and again as she cried her pleasure. I knew she was on the medicinal tea, but the thought of her, ripe with our young, swollen breasts and stomach, flashed across my mind, and my thrusts took on animalistic pistoning, my knot squelching in and out of her obscenely. I felt her clamp down around me, ready for another climax.
I pounded into her soft body while drawing one of her nipples into my mouth. Billie moaned underneath me, grabbing at my hair as I devoured her.
I continued to flick my tongue back and forth across her peaked nipple, but I wanted to do more. I wondered if I could stroke her clit while delving in and out of her. I leaned back as I continued to thrust and just admired her perfect form as I slid in and out of her, causing her breasts to bounce up and down. She had her hands dug into my waist, and her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as I continued. From this position, I could fit my hands between us. I spread her lower lips and circled her clit with the pad of my thumb, all while keeping the same steady rhythm.
“Holy fuck Steve, that’s so good,” she cried. “Keep going. Just like that.”
My balls began to tighten and tingle at the base of my spine, telling me I was close, but I wanted another orgasm out of Billie before I finished. I kept my pace steady and added slightly more pressure to the circles that I was tracing around her clit.
“Jesus Christ,” she screamed as she clamped down on me.
My cock swelled as she strangled in her tight cunt. I unleashed torrent after torrent of cum into her, locking myself in place inside her. I leaned forward onto my forearms and peppered her face with kisses, surprised to find tears in her eyes.
“Are you okay? Was it too much? Is the knot hurting you?” I asked quickly, concerned.
She gave me a small smile and then wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me impossibly close to her—our sweaty bodies pressed together everywhere.
“I cried because it was so good,” she whispered before pulling me in for another salty kiss.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BILLIE
Feeling utterly sated and boneless, I relished the comfortable weight of Steve on top of me. He leaned up on his forearms to see me, and he had a stupid giant grin on his face that I couldn’t help but return. It was going extraordinarily well for an evening that started with a kidnapping.
Steve stroked down my face gently, running a fingertip along the curve of my jaw. He looked so fucking happy to just to be with me that I couldn’t help but start to cry again.
“Hey, hey,” he said gently. “What are you thinking?”
“I’ve always been told I have such a big heart and willingly gave it to too many people only to find it discarded. It is really new for me to be with someone who wants to be with me as much as I want to be with them.” She sniffled. “I can’t believe you found me and Joey after those idiots took us.”
“Well, not only am I one of the best trackers in our tribe, but they are also truly idiots and left a trail an orkling could follow.”Steve pulled me into him again, this time turning us so we could side by side.
“I kinda like being stuck to you this way. It makes post-sex cuddling a requirement.”
“Is it not normal for humans to lay together for a while after sex?” He raised his brows at me.
“Not if it’s a casual thing. And even if it is more serious, the dude usually goes straight to cleanup or falls asleep immediately.”
Steve shook his head in disgust.“I can’t imagine wanting to do anything but lay here and admire you as you come down from your peak.” He stroked down the side of my hip, pausing to grab a handful of my ass.
I giggled. It was sofunto experience all of these firsts with Steve. It felt like everything was brand new, with no preconceived notions of what we should or shouldn’t do. We lay there, absentmindedly stroking each other, when a flit of concern flashed across Steve’s face.
“What is it?” I trailed my fingers down his arm, barely brushing the hairs.
“When you finished the second time when I was inside you, you screamed someone else’s name—was that a former partner?”
I cocked a brow at him, bewildered. I hadn’t screamed anyone’s name. I truly had no names to scream. I scrunched up my face, trying to remember what I’d said then, and came up with a blank.
“What name did I say? I was too lost in you—now I don’t remember.”
“Someone named Jesus?” He assessed me with a furrowed brow.
