NEEDY - B.E. IMAGINES

on her knees *

ugh i miss blonde billie SO MUCH

gxg

billie sub

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There was a pleasant quiet that lingered in the air; a certain calm that only came late at night. The room was dim, lightened by a few candles scattered around the room. Despite the dark, the spit that gathered on the corners of Billie's mouth glistened.

Her legs were bare, save for the white crew socks that bunched up on her legs. Her knees pressed into the hardwood floor as she kneeled in front of you, eagerly sucking on the strap that hung from between your legs. You loved her like this–submissive, needy, ready.

Her mouth was careful, steady as she took it in, inch by inch, savoring the weight of it as if it was real. Your fingers slid through her hair, gripping her blonde roots, not guiding her yet, but planning to.

"There you go, baby," you breathed out. "Take it."

That seemed to spur Billie on.

Her throat flexed as she took more of it into her mouth, letting it reach as far as possible. She gagged softly around it, drool collecting around her lips, spilling down her chin. When her nose hit your pelvis, you let out a contented sigh, guiding her away. She sucked on the tip of it, running her tongue over the slit as if you could feel it, wrapping her hands around the base and pumping whatever she couldn't fit.

Her head bobbed up and down the silicone, covering it with slick. She was messy, and you loved it. She set a steady rhythm for herself, mouth dragging up slowly, before sinking down again. She hollowed her cheeks, humming against the toy every time it hit the back of her throat. She worshipped it, jaw growing sore from work, strings of saliva connected her to the toy like she was physically attached to it.

She loved getting it wet for you. She loved the delirious way it sunk into her mouth. She was hungry for it–always ready–sucking on it like her life depended on it.

Her eyes grew glassy as she worked, desperate to please you–desperate for you to tighten your grip on her hair and fuck her face. Her thighs clenched at the thought, heat already settling between them in a prominent ache.

As if you could read her mind, your hips began to thrust forward, subtly at first, slowly taking control as if you'd never lost it. Spit dripped down from the slick toy, down her chin, her neck, before soaking into her t-shirt.

You deemed it cute–the way her cheeks flushed and her eyes looked up at you with nothing but adoration–and a big need for approval. She wanted to be good for you. She wanted to be perfect.

"You're so fuckin' good, angel," you praised. "Lettin' me fuck your mouth like this. You look perfect."

The whine that left Billie's mouth vibrated against the toy, and she sucked harsher, her movements fast and deliberate.

"Bet you're getting off on this, aren't you?" You smirked, looking down at her as she worked the strap. "Yeah you fuckin' are. You're ruttin' against the floor like its gonna fuck you better than I will."

Billie released the toy with a pop, lips swollen in a pout that almost made your knees buckle. You withdrew, letting her catch her breath, her cheek pressed to the front of your thigh, arms loosely wrapped around your legs as if you were the only thing grounding her.

She panted, spit spreading onto your leg as she heaved, wiping away the tears that threatened to escape her eyes. Her pussy throbbed with need, the dampness of her panties growing uncomfortable.

"Please," Billie whimpered, voice cracking with desire. "I need you so bad."

"I know you do baby," you stepped back, abandoning her hold. She slumped down slightly, shifting uneasily on her knees as she fought the ache deep inside her. She could feel it–the stickiness between her thighs–the way her thighs slid so easily against each other as she rubbed them together, desperate for some sort of friction. "Spread those legs for me, sweetheart, let me see how bad you need me."