Who Says Three is a Crowd? (Under Construction)

Close Call

You waited anxiously for Billy to get back. He had been gone longer than he should have been. What were you gonna say? What could you say? You paced back and forth nervously until you heard the hum of the Camaro. Here goes nothing. You braced yourself for the worst.

Billy walked in the door and smiled at you. Odd. You gave a cautious smile back. "Got 'em," he said patting his shirt pocket with the cigarettes poking out of the top. "What took you so long?" You said trying to feel him out. "Busy. The holiday's and everything." He repeated what you had said earlier. He shrugged.

He walked over and pulled you in his arms, reaching around to give your ass a squeeze. He didn't see the tape. He couldn't have. Holy shit.

You let out a deep breath you didn't realize you had been holding. "You okay?" He said stepping back and looking at you. "Mhmm," you said. You leaned up to kiss him. You walked to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. You tried to get your brain to calm down. Everything was gonna be okay.

After dinner you sat down on the couch to watch tv. Billy seemed more quiet than usual but he got like this sometimes. You leaned against him. His hand came to your leg and he gave your thigh a squeeze. "I think I'm gonna head to bed." He stood up stretching.

SMUT ⚠️:

"Wanna join?" He added removing his shirt and tossing it at you. "Absolutely," you said standing up and chasing him to the bedroom. He threw you to the bed roughly. You undressed as he took off his jeans. You were sitting on the side of the bed as he walked over, his hard-on staring you right in the face.

You grabbed his member and started stroking it. You brought the tip to your lips and kissed it lightly. You took him in your mouth and swirled your tongue around him. He threw his head back and groaned deeply. His hands went to your head and he pushed himself deeper in your throat, making you gag.

He pulled out and climbed on top of you. You tried to reach your arms around his neck but he grabbed your wrists and held them beside your head. "Are you my little slut?" He said, eyes burning into you. "Yes," you whispered.

He took your hands and put them together behind your head, holding them down with one hand. His other hand reached down to feel your warmth, which was already dripping. "Mmm," he moaned. "You are my little slut." He said dipping a finger inside of you.

"Do you want me to fuck you hard, y/n?" He said in a deep voice. "Yes, Billy." You moaned. "Say it." He demanded, entering another two fingers, stretching you out.  "I want you to fuck me hard, Billy." You pleaded. His began to quickly fuck you with his fingers.

You hips started to grind on his hand. He moved his fingers in and out quickly. He angled them upwards and started to hit your g spot. "Fuucckk," you cried out as your orgasm pulsed through you. He gave you no time to recover as he quickly placed himself in between your thighs and thrust into you deeply.

You gasped, your body still pulsing from your first orgasm. His hand wrapped around your throat squeezing tightly. His thrust were rough and wild. He kept his hand around your throat as he rammed into you. You tried to reach up to touch him but he held your hands down tightly.

"Billy, I want to touch you." You whined. He ignored your request. Instead he flipped you over and shoved your face down into the pillow. Your hands gripped the sheets as he continued to thrust hard. "Billy, I'm.. gonna cum," your voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

He smacked your ass hard and thrust deep into you as you reached your climax for a second time. You cried out his name as you felt your juices rolling down your thighs. He pulled you up by your hair and came around kneeling in front of you. He shoved himself into your mouth once more.

You grabbed him and started to suck. He took over, aggressively pounding into your throat. Your eyes watering and your throat sore he finally released his seed into your mouth.

He laid down in bed breathing hard. Billy could be rough but normally when he was this rough with you, something was bothering him. He had a tendency to take out his problems in the bedroom, which you didn't mind. You reached over a lit a cigarette handing it to him. "You okay?" You asked him. "Perfect." He responded inhaling the cigarette.

After Billy had fallen asleep you snuck out to his car, searching for the tape. You couldn't find it anywhere. You looked in every crack, under the seats. Maybe it had fallen out in the parking lot. Where the hell was it?