Billy untangled his hand from my hair, and I used my mouth to make my way back down his body. I kissed down his neck and sternum to his nipple. I traced a circle around his nipple with my tongue before biting down, gently, causing Billy to gasp. I continued along to his washboard stomach. I licked the lines between each defined muscle of his abs. His stomach moved up and down, and I wondered if he was ticklish.
My cheek brushed his cock, long and thick, curving towards his abdomen. I wanted to feel him in my mouth again. He had told me to slide down on his dick, but I knew he wouldn't mind if I slid his dick down my throat first.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, cupped his balls with my other hand, and went for it. No hesitation, no teasing, just straight to the back of my throat.
"Oh fuck," Billy moaned.
I rolled my eyes up to watch his face while I deep throated him. He was already looking at me, and our eyes locked together. Immediately, I was drowning in those green pools of fire. He gave me that trademark, panty-dropping smile, and my heart skipped a beat, spurring me on to give him some of my best work yet.
Mouth opened wide, tongue molded around his cock, going fast and hard. Not to toot my own horn, but I always considered my head to be pretty top-notch. As Billy's deep moans grew louder and more intense, I figured he would probably agree with me.
"Fuck, Jade, that feels so fucking good," he said.
Billy started to thrust his hips, quite literally fucking my throat, and I loved every second of it. The loud sound of gagging mixed with gargling nearly muffled his moans as I choked on his cock. If we kept going like this, he was going to spill down my throat. I kind of wanted him to. It was the one place he had yet to cum in.
Well, there was one other place, but that's for a different story...
I needed to catch my breath anyways. I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. It was time to follow his original command. I got up on my knees and turned around, as gracefully as possible, straddling his waist in reverse.
"Look at you taking initiative," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I looked over my shoulder at him and winked playfully. I reached down the front of my body to guide his cock into my pussy. Billy gave me a helping hand from the back because handling his giant anaconda was a two-person job. Our hands met at the bottom of his shaft as I slid down his cock, each inch stealing my breath away. Every time he was inside me felt better than the last.
"Oh, my fucking God," I breathed. "Your cock feels so fucking good."
Billy laughed, slyly. "There you go, baby. You love this fucking dick, don't ya?"
"Fuck yes," I answered.
He slapped my ass, harder than before, and I cried out. "Now bounce on it," he commanded.
Me, being the good listener that I was, did exactly that. The bedsprings squeaked in rhythm with each bounce. As did Billy's chants of "yes, yes, yes" echoed by my moans of "fuck, fuck, fuck". Billy pumped his hips, and I moved my weight to the balls of my feet so he could drive his cock deeper inside me. However, maintaining that position is difficult without a way to balance yourself. As if he read my mind, Billy grabbed a wrist in each hand and held my arms extended behind my back.
I'd give him props later for yet another helping hand.
I let him support me, arching my back. He continued to pound my pussy. That delectable feeling was building deep down. Like always, his cock was hitting all the right spots. And the way Billy wielded said cock like a sex god only furthered the orgasm along.
My pussy clenched and tightened around him. I was right there when Billy stopped moving his hips and let go of my wrists at the same time. The sudden momentum forced me forward. I caught myself from falling with my hands on his knees. The orgasm quickly disappeared.
