𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

Moving On

Bill pushes through the front door two minutes after I texted him, his hair is tied in a low pony tail. I told him my parents would be out on their annual date for at least 3 hours. He couldn't resist rather than to just come over and get his much needed fill. We haven't had much of intercourse but it's amazing when we do. He sets his phone down on the front table, and once he heard my parents were gone for a few hours, he really wasted no time.

He walks around the couch and picks me up bridal style, showering me in kisses. He grins, taking me to my bedroom. He hasn't said one word since he arrived, but I know what he needs. He still closes the door, jumping up next to me after he locks it. He kisses me passionately, not even giving a proper hello. I pull away, panting. He smirks at me, my hands cup his skinny face.

"Baby really? Now?" He nods vigorously. I can't help but smile too. "Okay, fine." He cheers happily, tearing our clothes off in under 2 minutes. He continues his shower of affection, I weaken instantly. Gosh, he's always so good at this for being such a shy boy.

SMUT !!!!

He nips at my neck, searching for my sweet spot until he finds it. I let a little moan escape, he groans against my skin. I take this as my chance to swap us roles. I overpower him, straddling his hips. His hard on feels through my thin panties and his grey boxers. He whimpers slightly, I grin.

I lean down, kissing his sharp jaw carefully. Grinding on him ever so slightly. His whimpers grow, his hands grip my thighs that sit on his stomach. The one panting heavily right now. "L-Lena." He moans, I feel myself wetten just at his tone of his begging. "Yes?" He whines, his eyes pout, his lips purse.

"Touch me, please!" He demands impatiently, I giggle. Grinding again. He moans out louder, pleading me desperately. I give in shortly after, slipping down his boxers. I grip his member, jerking him harshly like he likes. His back arches while he thrusts into my hand. "Lena!~" He screams, twitching already.

His hands grip my sheets as he moans awfully loud, twitching. "I-I'm so close!" He screeches. His soft pants turn to deep gasps for air as he finishes off. I lean down, licking his mess up. He watches in amusement, not softing. He still wants more? My lord, this boy can go forever sometimes. I take this as my chance, sliding down on him. He quivers.

"Are you alright, pretty boy?" His lip gets bitten in while his eyes stay closed tightly. He nods. I barely move up and down, he trembles and whimpers ever so audiable. So I continue, hoping to make him scream. His noises progress when I pick up my speed, grinding my flesh against his tip.

"F-Fuck Lena please!~" He whines. His hands eventually grip the sheets around us again, his back arches hard. I figured he'd break it. His jaw is dropped so far he may break that too. My hands are tangled through his raven-like hair, tugging as I get impossibly closer. "ah!~ Bill!" I can't help myself but moan a bit at my own orgasm. But he hasn't had a chance to reach his yet.

"I-I'm close!" He squeals, bucking his hips under my thighs. I smirk, grinding back and forth on him. He nearly screams, his knuckles are white from his tight grip on my sheets. I lift off of him, and he cums instantly. He pants hard, arching his back, and scream-moaning as he does so. I lean over to my bedside table, taking a tissue to clean him up while he collects himself back up.

He sits up after he's clean. We regather and clean up, changing back into our clothes. His own legs are a bit wobbly, so I help him down the steps. It's quite odd to see a boy with wobbly legs after sex, but it happens. He flops onto the couch, abducting me with him. He kisses me on the cheek repeatedly and sweet, praising me until we drift off to sleep.