“Yes,” he moaned.
She kissed his tip, then took it in her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. She’d never tasted anything so delicious as the drop of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. She lowered her mouth down his shaft until she reached the hilt, then slid her tongue all the way up the underside of his long, hard dick. It twitched with pleasure.
She looked down at him and grinned.
“What have you got planned for me?”
She shrugged and threw her leg over his body, straddling him. She positioned her soaking wet pussy right above his cock and began to lower herself, ever so slowly.
He gasped when her pussy lips touched his bare cock, and his eyes widened when she continued to lower herself down on top of him, his naked cock sliding up into her like a sword into it’s sheath.
“Oh God,” he moaned, as she began to sway back and forth, and bob up and down on his cock.
Using her legs, she rose up and down as if she were a cowgirl riding a horse. The pleasure was excruciating and pretty soon she was moaning in pleasure, a wave of spectacular orgasms flowing through her like waves on a beach.
Billy could feel himself reaching the edge, and afraid that he might cum inside her without a condom, pulled her off him.
“Why did you do that?” she panted, still in the afterglow of her orgasms.
“You want to ride me?”
She nodded.
“Bareback?” he said, indicating his cock, which was ready to explode but still completely naked of any condom.
She looked into his eyes and nodded again.
Billy smiled and lifted her up off him, turning her around so that she was facing his toes.
“Then let’s do this reverse cowgirl.”
Alice looked back at him over her shoulder.
“What difference will this make?”
Billy put a finger in his mouth, wet it, then touched her anus which was facing him.
“Oh, you just leave that to me.”
Alice blushed in embarrassment when she realized what he intended to do.
He ran his finger in circles around her asshole, pressing against it gently. She began to rock back and forth, his cock in front of her pussy, and his finger gently touching and pressing against her asshole.
He spit on his finger and rubbed it into her asshole, lubing it up.
Then, without warning, he slid his finger smoothly into her slippery anus.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
She continued rocking, riding his finger as it slid in and out of her asshole, opening her and getting her ready for him. As she moaned and rocked on his finger, he applied more saliva and then slid in two fingers at a time.
“Billy,” she moaned, “yes.”
He lifted her up a little and then put her back down on his rigid cock, sliding into her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
As she rode his cock, he continued wetting and fucking her anus with his fingers.
“Now,” she said at last.
Without waiting another second, he lifted her again, and this time lowered her asshole onto his erect cock. She was so wet and lubed, his shaft slid right up into her anus in a single, slippery motion.
She cried out and rocked back and forth, rising herself up and down on his cock. He watched his shaft sliding in and out of her anus and moaned in pleasure, gritting his teeth.
Up and down she went, and when he felt the first surge of his orgasm, she cried out in shock. The sensation of his cum, pouring into her asshole overwhelmed her, and she began cumming at the same time. His cock continued pouring semen into her asshole and she cried out, her orgasm gushing all over him. His swollen cock was filling her in all the right places.
He held her hips tightly, controlling her rhythm, both of them almost passing out from the pleasure, the naughtiness, of their position.
When their orgasms finally subsided, Alice turned around and collapsed onto him, pressing her breasts against his chest.
“That was amazing,” she panted, crushing her mouth on his, exploring him with her tongue, her hips grinding, grinding, grinding into his. His cum rubbed against her tummy, giving him a thrill he hadn’t expected.
She reached down and grabbed his cock in her fist.
“You’re a very naughty boy,” she teased.
He grinned at her, and began playing with her clit with his fingers. Then he reached around and while sliding the fingers of one hand into her pussy, slid a finger from his other hand into her anus.
She cried out, feeling another orgasm beginning to rise up deep within her.
Alice felt compelled to look away, suddenly bashful.
“Oh no you don’t,” Billy whispered softly. “Look at me. You’re beautiful, and sexy, and brave, and uninhibited, and confident. Don’t you dare hold back on me. I want to watch you and I want to hear you scream when you cum. Give it all to me.”
His tone, his words, his need, were just enough to send her over the edge. She felt her orgasm explode in her womb and radiate through her body, her pleasure gripping her tightly. With his strong hands, he held her firmly against him, prolonging every sensation, her pleasure refusing to release her. She moaned softly in his ear, calling out his name, over and over again. Finally, she let out a deep sigh, resting her chest against his, allowing her body a chance to recover.
Billy caressed her hair softly, for a moment, then raised her head so he could kiss her. His cock was still hard.
“I want you, Alice,” he whispered, his words sexy, deep and desperate.
She nodded at him, heeding the desire in his eyes.
He effortlessly eased her off him and turned her over on her back, spreading her legs open with his knee. He positioned himself on top of her and this time put on a condom. Then, he plunged himself inside her, his eyes searching hers with earnest, silently confessing his desire. He gripped her shoulders tightly, fucking her gently at first, until his pleasure overtook his control.
He didn’t hold back anything, his cock thrusting into her as deep as it would go, his passion driving his desperate need. Alice could feel her body responding with every movement, her excitement peaking in response to his moans. Suddenly she climaxed again, a wave of toe curling electricity surging through her core. She grabbed his ass as her entire body stiffened beneath him. Billy kissed her hard on the mouth, wanting a taste of her pleasure, and allowed his own orgasm to bring him to the edge of madness.
Billy rolled over on his side and pulled her close, her back resting against his chest. He held her tight while they watched the last of the sun gently kiss the ocean goodnight. Alice felt blissful, all her insecurities and fears about love drifting away.
She wondered if Billy felt the same way.
Did he want her as badly as she wanted him?
Did he need her as desperately as she needed him?
She knew at that moment she would give her life for him. She would give him every atom of her being, every bit of her life and soul, because without him there could be no life for her. She was done for. She was in love. She was all his, and her destiny was in his hands.
She knew it, and she knew that no matter how much she valued strength, and independence, there was no life for her unless it was in his powerful, loving arms.
Chapter 20
Billy
“Billy, did you know that owls are turtles?” Amy asked casually.
Her ice-cream dripped down her hand and she licked it off enthusiastically, the way that five year olds do. Alice let out a hearty laugh, but Billy just raised his eyebrows, confused by her question.
“Amy, you mean nocturnal,” Alice corrected her gently, winking at Billy.
He turned to Amy and laughed, amused by her mistake. Amy pouted out her bottom lip, as though processing where she went wrong, and then suddenly giggled right along with them.
“That was silly,” she admitted, playfully chiding herself. “Owls aren’t turtles.”
Billy was enchanted by Amy. She had
the funniest ideas and never seemed to run out of things to say. They had been at the Fire Fighter’s Picnic for several hours already and not once had the child had a melt down or forgotten her manners. She was delightful. Billy loved watching Alice interact with her daughter, too. It made him appreciate her even more. She was so patient with her and explained things in a loving and gentle manner, even when she needed to correct her.
“Can Billy take me to the swings, Mommy?” Amy asked, pointing to the playground.
Amy looked at Billy with a ‘what do you think’ expression. Billy smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t mind. I’ll take her,” he offered warmly.
“Finish your ice-cream first, baby,” Alice told her daughter, handing her a serviette. “And then wipe your mouth and hands. You will attract the ants to your sticky face,” she teased.
Amy giggled, and set to the task of quickly finishing her cone, excited to get on with the playing.
“This has been a great day,” Billy admitted, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time.
Alice nodded and took his hand in hers, just briefly, but Amy caught the affection anyway, and smiled at them.
“Before we go home, Mommy, can we get some cockporn?” Amy asked innocently.
Billy shot Alice a surprised look before the two of them burst out laughing. Amy looked at them surprised, not sure what the joke was. Alice couldn’t stop laughing, forcing Billy to answer the little miss.
“If you mean popcorn, then, yes, if it’s ok with your mommy,” Billy answered, trying to keep a straight face.
Alice wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded.
“What’s so funny?” Amy asked, taking the last bite of her cone, not wanting to be excluded from the joke.
“Nothing, honey, of course we can get popcorn. We’ll take some home for Lisa,” Alice said, tussling Amy’s curly blonde hair.
Amy smiled and wiped her hands haphazardly with her napkin. Alice gently took it from her and helped finish the job, wiping all the stickiness away using mom spittle, the all-purpose cleaner.
“Can we go to the swings now?” Amy asked, directing her question at Billy.
Billy nodded and stood up, Amy scurrying to his side.
“You can wait here, Mommy. We’ll be right back,” Amy said, asserting her independence.
Alice raised her brows at Billy, as if to say, ‘you good?’
Billy nodded back, throwing her one of his irresistible smiles.
“Come on, Billy, let’s go,” Amy exclaimed exuberantly, skipping toward the playground.
Billy quickly caught up to her, while Alice stayed behind at the picnic table, watching them, a peaceful expression on her sun kissed face. He turned around and threw her a little wave. When he turned back, he saw Amy looking up at him with a huge smile. Damn, she was a cutie, Billy thought.
“I better hold your hand, Billy, so you can cross safely,” she said, reaching up and taking his hand when they came to a quiet road they needed to cross.
Billy accepted her hand, enjoying the sweet affection she shared with him. They arrived at the swings and Amy quickly chose one and shifted her bottom into it. Billy took his place behind her and gently pushed. He wasn’t accustomed to entertaining children, and wasn’t sure how fast or how high to push, but Amy had no qualms offering direction.
“Higher! Higher!” she shouted through her giggles.
Billy couldn’t help but laugh right along with her, and happily obliged until Amy grew tired of riding.
“Can we please go to the monkey bars?” Amy asked, taking his hand again.
“I don’t know, do you know how to climb, little monkey?” he teased.
Amy giggled and pulled his arm in the direction of the structure.
“Billy, do you have a kid too?” she asked curiously, looking up at him.
Billy frowned softly and shook his head. Amy frowned too, as if contemplating his answer.
“Why?” she asked, assuming, like all children do, that once people reached a certain age they must have a child or two hidden around somewhere.
“I guess I just never got lucky enough,” Billy said, hoping his answer would appease her.
“Does that make you sad?” she asked innocently.
Billy thought about her question for a moment. There had been an occasion or two in his life when he thought he did want to have a wife and children, but he just assumed that it would never happen for him. Yes, it did make him feel a little sad, especially when he saw the love between Alice and Amy.
“I suppose it does, a little,” he admitted, lifting her up on to the platform of the monkey bars.
Amy reached out to try and grab the first rung, but was far too short to nab it. Billy laughed and picked her up so she could reach it, but stayed close by to make sure she didn’t fall. She made her way across with plenty of help from him, then turned around and climbed back.
“Did you know that I don’t have a daddy?” she asked him as he helped her down.
Billy nodded.
“Mommy told me that he had to go away before I was born, but that he loves me anyway,” she told him quietly.
Billy shifted from one foot to the other, not sure where she was going with all of this. How did one talk to children about such heavy stuff?
“I don’t think he loves me,” she said flatly.
She didn’t sound sad exactly. She was just stating a fact. Billy shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her gently. It wasn’t fair for someone as young as she was to have to process things like that. He thought about how he felt when his mother left and the burdens she left him, always wondering what he did to deserve it, and why she stopped loving him. He wasn’t sure he ever did figure that out, but it definitely made a huge impact on his life, and his relationships. He wasn’t certain what the right thing to say to her was, but he did know he didn’t want Amy to ever feel the way he had.
He smiled at her and gently poked her in the belly, causing her to laugh.
“Your Daddy doesn’t know you, Amy, but I’m sure if he did, he would love you to pieces. As far as kids go, you’re pretty cool,” he offered sincerely.
“I think if you had a kid, you would love her pieces too,” she offered in return.
Billy laughed, grateful for their little chat.
“Thank you, Amy,” he said, offering her his hand. “Ready to go back to Mommy?”
Amy took his hand in hers and they headed back to Alice.
“Billy?” she said, looking up at him.
“Yes, Amy?”
“I love you,” she said sweetly, with no reservations whatsoever, no strings attached.
The fresh honesty of children simply couldn’t be denied. Thirty years of trauma, healed by the cutest therapist of all, in two seconds flat, he thought. With just one little sentence.
Billy bent down in front of her and smiled.
“Want a piggy-back ride?” he asked.
Amy nodded enthusiastically, a smile lighting up her face. She climbed on his back and let Billy carry her back to her mother.
* * *
Lisa was out for the night visiting friends, so after a quick dinner, Alice tucked Amy into bed. Billy had finished putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher when she arrived back downstairs. She came at him from behind and embraced him. He turned around to face her, a relaxed grin on his face.
“Thank you for tidying up,” she said warmly.
“It’s the least I could do. Thank you for such a great dinner,” he teased.
Alice chuckled at him, squeezing his bottom.
“Yes, hotdogs and carrot sticks, gourmet food at its finest,” she exaggerated, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“I have had worse,” he admitted playfully. “Is Amy asleep?”
“Yes, we wore her out. I got away with one story tonight. Do you want to sit on the porch?” she asked, slipping out of their embrace. Billy nodded.
“Sure. Shall I pour us a glass of wine?”
> “I’ll grab the glasses, you bring the bottle.” Alice giggled.
It was a beautiful evening and peacefully quiet. Billy sat beside Alice on the porch swing, with her cuddled up under his arm. They were both quiet, sipping wine and enjoying the sounds of the ranch, watching the sky change color as dusk slowly turned into night.
Alice was the first to break the silence.
“Did you enjoy your day?” she asked him softly.
Billy sighed and kissed her on top of the head. When he woke up that morning he considered backing out, maybe feigning a headache or a stomach virus. Their time together was coming to the end, and while he wanted nothing more than to spend every minute he could with her, he struggled with the guilt. He was being completely self-serving, he knew that. He liked being with Alice and he loved the sex, and when he was with her, he was happy. She was a good woman and made him feel like a good man. Even though he wasn’t.
He chose to go with her for the same reason he continued to fuck her, even knowing that in a few days he was going to crush her. He was a selfish prick. He didn’t deserve her affection, but he was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. He couldn’t get enough of her and that trumped his guilt.
“It was perfect,” he admitted, grateful he didn’t have to meet her eyes.
“It was nice. I wasn’t sure how things would go. I mean with Amy and everything. I don’t know why I was so nervous about it,” she admitted, her tone careful and quiet.
“I get that,” he said.
He had been nervous about it, too. As much as he tried to remain detached, for Amy’s sake, it was nearly impossible. Amy had been disarming, and before he knew it, his shields were down. He enjoyed their day as a family more than he cared to admit.
Alice went quiet again for a few minutes, sipping her wine, allowing Billy to rock them back and forth in the swing.
“Do you mind if I bring up a sensitive subject?” she asked cautiously.
Billy felt his heart beat a little faster. He was suddenly nervous about what was on her mind. He took a deep breath, bracing himself.
“Am I in trouble?” he asked playfully.
Alice sat up and smiled at him.
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