Steve X Billy Novelas e Histórias

The metal base of the barstool clinks sharply against the floor as my Head Beta settles onto it, gesturing impatiently to the bartender for a drink. I take a slow sip of my beer, the heavy bitterness lingering on my tongue. “Nothing much,” I answer tautly, my eyes screening the rowdy barroom for the umpteenth time to see if I can locate Kael, the doctor’s son. Steve lets out a loud laugh. “I’ve known you since you were a baby, Xavier. Trust me, I know your exact taste in women.” I lift the cold glass to my lips again, swallowing down more bitterness as I try my best to keep myself from venting about how incredibly rude and uncouth Dr. Winter truly is.

Zach's expression transformed into a carefree one. He stood up and patted Steve's shoulder. “Don't get too excited. Heidi has not become your wife yet.” “But she'll soon be-” Steve smiled. He hadn't finished speaking when Zach delivered a punch across his face. “Son of a b*tch!” Zach kicked him. “How dare you knock my baby sis up? Even Lucas Harrison didn't dare to do that! Steve Anderson, aren't you so gutsy?”

He smirked, his hands raised to show he was unarmed… for now. “Mia Valisteen. I’ve been dying to meet you,” he drawled. “Get to the point, Billy,” Mia said, her tone sharp. “What do you want?” Billy’s smirk widened. “Straight to business. I like that.” He leaned against a crate, his posture casual but his eyes calculating. “My brother and I don’t exactly see eye to eye these days. He’s been cozying up to Dylan, playing the loyal lapdog. But me? I see potential elsewhere.”

His orgasm triggered hers and her thighs squeezed shut. Billy was moaning loudly and riding him wildly. Then her body tensed and she froze, her body began to shudder and then she relaxed again, against Steve's reclining torso. I sat quietly at their feet and watched with fascination as Billy's well-fucked pussy finally released Steve's shrinking cock. ******* I was trying to remember every second of the evening so I could replay it in my mind when I got home and jerked off. After a minute or two, Billy lifted her head from where she's been laying on Steve.

The man said, “Oh, now that’s not fair. You know my name, but I don’t know your names. I’ll call you…” She pointed to the driver, “Billy, and you,” She pointed to the guy on the passenger side, “Steve”, and you two at the back, “Willy and Hmmmm, Larry. Yes. Larry.” The men looked at each other confused “You do not want us to come and take you with force,” Billy said, “I wouldn't want it any other way Billy,” Alice said with a smirk

Donations to the hospital fund, many unsolicited, had begun to arrive in the mail. Steve had always been the hardest working team member in the weight room, but half way through the season, Billy Marsh came alive. He worked harder and longer than Steve. By the last league game, Billy was obviously thinner around the middle and wider in the chest and shoulders. He and Steve had become fast friends. Billy always gave the same answer when Steve asked what had happened to cause such a drastic change in Billy's attitude.

Xxx I groan at the phone as if Isaac can hear me, I don't know why he won't leave it alone, I'd wanted to have my friend back but his constant anti Billy campaign is just exhausting and upsetting. "Text back and tell him you'll be here if he wants to come over." Billy says, having read the message over my shoulder. "I dunno." I start to shake my head and Billy catches my jaw between his thumb and first finger, kissing my lips lightly. "I do. We need to know what that little fucker is up to. Whether he's just trying to get in your pants… Or split us, which isn't going to happen." His kiss turn more passionate and, as he starts to move down my body and under the quilt, he reminds me to reply.

Of course, even if he sees Ulysses now, it's William's consciousness that's controlling his body. "You're not answering me. Who's Ulysses?" William asked in a cold manner without even looking back at the other. From the looks of it, it seems his good mood and concern towards Vincent just now got ruined and turned into a bad temper after hearing Ulysses' name. If Dylan isn't aware that he's in a dream now, he'll most probably believe that this is really the grumpy student council president he knows. "Well... umm... it's a little complicated." Even Dylan himself doesn't know how to answer him.

I begin, "I am not as greedy and selfish as you, motherfucker! I have no right to punish you for that. Someone else will." "Who? Don't tell me you have been fucking both my stupid younger brother and your stepbrother at the same time. You three were together in the forest where I drove you to. Tell me, Bella. Did you guys try a threesome?" he pauses, as if thinking about something. Or trying to remember something. "Oh, yes. That's right. There was a fourth person. That old man. So what was it? A foursome? Was it good? Did it equate to the satisfying sex I gave you for three good years?"