Delicate Revenge: Breaking Belles

“Never feel you have to be fake again,” I told her between my kissing assault upon her neck, her shoulder, and her collarbone.

As I massaged her breasts between my fingers, my cock throbbed even harder when Bellamy moaned in pleasure, clearly not feeling she had to hide her growing desire.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she purred while reaching behind her, grabbing hold of my ass, and pulling me even closer to her. The act caused my cock to slide deeper within the cheeks of her ass, so deliciously close to her tight, forbidden hole.

“I had no intention of stopping.”

Lowering my hand away from teasing one of her nipples, I ran my fingertips down her stomach to her mound, cupping it while I nearly growled into her ear. Finding her clit, I pressed lightly and moved my finger in a gentle circular motion. I loved hearing the catch in her breath and thrived on how it was obvious she enjoyed my touch and even wanted more when she gyrated against my hand. I knew I could make her come this way, but I wanted to keep her on the edge for my ultimate goal.

Taking hold of my cock with my other hand, I guided my hardness past the folds of her pussy and thrust inside her silky warmth. Moaning loudly, I began pushing and pulling, feeling the walls of her sex squeeze tightly around me. The water of the lake flowed between our bodies as the small waves caused by our motion licked our flesh.

Bellamy clung to my hand that still rested on her pussy, joining my moans with her own. “Emmett,” she said repeatedly between her gasps. The sound of pleasure leaving her lips captivated me completely.

Still with another goal in mind, I pulled out of her tight pussy, took hold of my cock again, but this time guided it to her puckered back entrance.

I had to have her there.

I wanted to claim her in the most intimate and yet primal of ways.

Being the perfect submissive—even if she didn’t know it yet—Bellamy bent over ever so slightly, aiding in my pursuit. She pressed against the tip of my cock when it reached the tiny hole. Her simple action silently told me she wanted me inside her ass just as much as I did.

She gave a sharp gasp as the tip of my dick broke the surface of her anus, and all I had to do was push. Very slowly, I stretched her, paying close attention to her mewling and whimpers for any sign of real distress or serious pain. But all I got were sounds of lust and animalistic passion.

Wrapping her wet hair in my fist, I gave it a tug until she turned to look back at me. “Relax,” I coached. “Allow me to enter.”

Her eyes were glazed, her mouth slightly open as she nodded her understanding, and I could actually feel the walls of her hole loosen to accept my size. It was all I needed to push farther.

My cock twitched when she moaned loudly, not caring if anyone at a distance could hear. She unleashed her darkest desires even under the brightest sunlight. Rewarding her, I moved my finger, which still rested on her clit, hoping I could make her come with my cock rooted deep inside her ass.

“I’m going to go deeper, harder,” I warned.

She nodded and groaned loudly. “Your finger. Your cock inside me. All of it—” She gasped when I pushed even deeper. “—is going to make me come again.”

“Yes, beautiful. Come while my dick is in your ass. Come for me, Bellamy.”

I wasn’t going to last much longer but waited until I could hear her repeated moans of absolute passion become cries of completion. The spasms of the walls of her ass around my cock were all it took for me to unleash inside her. Electric jolts of pleasure ran through every vein in my body.

It took Bellamy turning around and kissing me gently on the mouth to snap me out of a near out-of-body experience. Every inch of my skin buzzed with euphoria. Pulling her against my chest, I bent and kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and then her lips.

Feeling her shudder, I realized that I could feel goose bumps on her skin as I caressed her back. “You’re cold.”

“The lake water is cold,” she said, snuggling a bit closer.

Pulling her by the hand toward the shore, I wanted to make sure she was comfortable and warm. The need to protect her and always keep her safe was like a punch to the gut. She was mine. Mine to possess but also to care for.

These feelings were foreign, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

I couldn’t deny them any longer.

Something was happening with Bellamy. Something far more than just sex in the Trials.