She's Just My Baby Momma B.E

chapter 2

"you can pretend you don't miss me.."

Billie pov

PLAY SONG FOR BEST EFFECTS

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one month later

As I ascended the staircase in my LA house, I could feel the vibrations from the massive speakers blasting "Highest in the Room" by Travis Scott. The party downstairs was already in full swing, and I knew it was going to be one hell of a night.

Pulling out a pre-roll from my pocket, I sparked it up and took a long drag, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my body as I exhaled a cloud of smoke. Finding an empty room, I sauntered in and sank into the plush couch, spreading my legs wide as I surveyed the scene.

Beside me, my friend Camron lounged with his eyes half-closed, clearly feeling the effects of whatever he'd been indulging in. His gaze shifted to the group of women gathered in the room, and he let out a low whistle.

"These your girls? Damn, Bil, they bad as fuck," he murmured, turning to me with a smirk.

I chuckled, taking another drag from my blunt. These women were here for a good time, and I was more than happy to oblige. "Don't let me find out you're fucking my girls," I teased, blowing out another puff of smoke and meeting Camron's gaze with a playful glint in my eyes. Tonight was about indulging in every pleasure, and I had no intention of holding back.

As Camron's words registered in my mind, a surge of irritation flickered through me. "These girls is gay, Bil," he muttered, his voice crackling with the effects of whatever he'd indulged in. "I don't want your girls. You sure you good though? Just one mon-"

"Stop bringing that shit up, for real," I cut him off sharply, feeling my frustration rising. "I said I'm good, so leave it alone. Shit's different now, Cam."

He nodded slowly, seemingly understanding, and rose from the couch, giving me a quick dap before making his exit. "I don't wanna cockblock you and your girls," he called out as he left, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I shifted my attention to the women in the room, noticing their distant expressions. "Why y'all so far away?" I asked, feeling a pang of annoyance at their apparent disinterest.

"It seemed like you was in here for him, not us," one of them replied, her tone tinged with attitude. I found myself intrigued by her sass. "Right, you come in here ain't even acknowledge us," another added, echoing her sentiment. The third remained silent, focused on hitting their blunt.

"Sorry, baby," I murmured, leaning forward slightly as one of them stepped closer, her body enticingly close to mine.

"We don't work with sorry's. We need more than just that," she retorted, pushing me back gently. Seizing my blunt, she took a hit before straddling my lap, blowing out the smoke into my mouth. The sensation sent a jolt of arousal through me, and I felt so euphoric. I hit her ass and grip on it as she grinds on my belt making it hard to resist her. soon enough she climbing me and sitting right on top of my face.

sliding her thong off i dip my tongue inside of her her tasting her wetness. gripping her thighs she lets out an light moan. before i know it while shes riding my face i feel another of the girls unbuckle my pants and slide my boxers to the side. she moves her tongue around my clit in circles making me moan into the girl riding my face.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, I feel like I've ascended to heaven, every sensation heightened by the passionate exchange. But then, another woman grabs my hand, guiding it towards her, urging me to pleasure her with my fingers. The room is soon filled with a symphony of moans, drowned out by the pulsating beat of the music in the background. As our bodies move in sync, a crescendo of pleasure washes over us, culminating in a simultaneous release.

"Mmm, you taste incredible," I murmur, reluctantly moving the woman off my face to retrieve some toys. "Go get the stuff," I instruct, my voice tinged with desire.

"Yes, daddy," she replies obediently, scurrying off to fetch the toys.

"Good girl," I praise, delivering a playful slap to her retreating form. Meanwhile, the woman who was previously pleasuring me takes the opportunity to climb atop me, her lips seeking mine in a fiery kiss.

"You're next," I promise, wrapping my hands around her neck as I lean in to taste her lips. "Stay right there."

As the other woman returns with the toys, I waste no time in strapping on my harness, anticipation coursing through me. She obediently takes the strap into her mouth, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that ignites my desire even further.

"Just like that," I encourage, my arousal spiking at the sight of her and the other two women engaging in their own passionate tryst in the corner. "Now, turn around," I command, flipping her over with a firm hand. The sound of my palm meeting her skin echoes in the room as I smack down on her ass, eliciting a whimper of pleasure.

Grabbing her by the neck, I draw her close, my breath hot against her ear as I whisper, "I better not ever find you in this position for anyone else. Are you my slut?" I inquire, my fingers tracing a tantalizing path down her spine.

"yes Daddy" she whimpers quietly.

"louder," I say.

"yes, Daddy-" Before she could finish I pushed my strap in her making her take all of it in the first stroke making her moan and collapse.

"unt un arch your back," I say pushing her back down with my one hand and pulling her hips up with the other so her ass is upright and slam right back in her.

"oh fuck baby, please right there," she says trying to reach for my arm only making me wanna dig farther in her. I feel her squirt all over me like crazy but I don't slow down, the whole house can hear the backshots I'm giving her right now. my teal hair falling down and hitting my face every time I push a stroke into her.

I take a moment to catch my breath, letting her pleasure herself by moving back and forth on the strap while I tie my hair up. With a satisfied smirk, I give her a playful spank, relishing in the sound of her whimper.

As she attempts to lean in for a kiss, I gently push her back, silently declining her advance. Standing up, I stretch my limbs and begin to dress myself. "I'm going to grab some food. Keep going," I instruct, my tone casual yet firm, indicating my desire for her to continue without me.

Heading out of the room, I make my way downstairs, my mind already drifting to thoughts of satisfying my hunger.