Billy Jeffers: Rockers of Steel by Mj Fields Read Free Book Online

allegretto—brisker. I become consumed, always have. It’s the build. The third movement, nothing is held back. It’s vigorous, climatic, and an explosion at the end.
    “Perfect,” I sigh as I sit back and open my eyes to see dark hair escape my view.
    I jump up and scramble to the door.
    “May I help you?” my voice booms after her.
    She stops and turns around. “Yes, I’m trying to work. Will you close the damn door next time?”
    “Does music bother you, Madison?” I snicker.
    “That song sucks.” She scowls.
    “Well, it wasn’t a song; it was a sonata. Although, I’m sure Beethoven would understand your confusion.”
    She walks toward me, hands on her hips. “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “Son of a bitch,” I say quietly when her eyes meet mine, and I see it too late—her glazed-over, worked-up look. “How long did you listen?”
    She shakes her head and looks away.
    “You owe me,” I snap, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the room before slamming the door behind her.
    “What the hell are you …?” She pulls her hand away and steps back. Her back hits the door, yet she makes no attempt to open it.
    “You know damn well what I’m talking about.” I step into her and lift her dress. “How wet are you?”
    “Why don’t you kneel down and find out.” She gives me this antagonistic look. She doesn’t think I will. Well, she’s not wrong.
    “Fuck that. If anyone is going down, it will be you.”
    “I thought this was never gonna happen again.”
    “Shut the hell up.” I grip her waist and lift her, then sit her on the keyboard, pushing her dress up. “Red doesn’t match yellow, Madison,” I tell her when I see her bra.
    “No kidding.”
    “You need to stop making it your fucking goal to get me going.” I pull her boots off and throw them.
    “Don’t flatter yourself,” she snaps.
    I rip her leggings off then toss her panties over my shoulder. My dick throbs against my pants. My balls ache from lack of attention.
    I inhale deeply and look at her as I push her legs apart and step between them. “I will give you one thing, Madison. Your bare, little pussy sure smells good when you’re all worked up, thinking about me.”
    “My pussy isn’t thinking about you. And for your information, it smells good all the time.”
    I undo my belt, unbutton my pants, and shove them down.
    “Do you really think I’m gonna let you fuck me in here?”
    I reach behind her and cup her ass with one hand, stroking my dick with the other. “Yeah, I do.”
    Before she can say a word, I thrust into her, and she leans forward, groaning.
    She grabs my hair tightly. “Make it fast. I’m gonna come all over your dick and your keyboard.”
    “Christ, Madison.” I ram into her as I lift her. I roll my hips and hit a spot that makes her eyes roll.
    “Yes, there … fuck,” she demands.
    I need to get off; I need to get her out of my mind; and this better damn well work.
    I turn around and push her hard against the wall.
    “Billy,” she gasps.
    I roll my hips and nudge that spot again.
    “Oh, yes. There. Oh, God. Hurry up and make me come, dammit.”
    Fuck that, I think.
    “Stop being a self-centered, little brat.” I squeeze her ass.
    “Damn you,” she whines, trying to control the positioning.
    This ends on my terms. I fuck her hard, avoiding the spot, and not allowing her release.
    “Beg.”
    “Never,” she hisses.
    When I feel her tense up, I bury my head in her neck and hair as I release. My cum fills her tight, little twat. Then I step away, pulling out of her.
    She looks like she may snap as she storms over to the keyboard, raises one leg and sets her foot on the bench, sticking her ass in the air. I nearly come again when she looks over her shoulder at me, riding her finger until her eyes flutter, her body tenses, and she sighs.
    “You have got to be kidding me.” My mouth falls open.
    “If you think for one minute I’m gonna beg any man to get me off, you’re