Opulent Obsession – Breaking Belles

As if we were connected by mind and not just body, Fallon pushed her ass hard against me, driving me deeper inside. Her simple action silently told me she didn’t want gentle and loving, but rather wanted a true fucking just as much as I did.

She gave a sharp gasp as I thrust into her with the full force that I had been holding back. Wrapping her dark hair in my fist, I gave it a tug until she turned to look back at me.

Her eyes were glazed, her mouth slightly open as she nodded her understanding, and I could actually feel the walls of her pussy constrict around my cock. It was all I needed to truly start fucking her with fury.

I moved my finger, which still rested on her clit, determined to make her cum right alongside of me.

I wasn’t going to last much longer but waited until I could hear her repeated moans of absolute desire become cries of completion. The spasms of the velvet walls of her pussy around my cock were all it took for me to explode inside her.

Electric jolts of pleasure ran through every vein in my body. Never in my entire life had I experienced something so erotic, so tantalizing, and so fucking unbelievable as fucking Fallon Perry.

I wanted to fuck her again.

And again.

I only wanted to fuck Fallon Perry forever and ever… consumed.

It took Fallon pulling away to convince me that I hadn’t just died or had an out-of-body experience. Every ounce of skin on my body buzzed in euphoria. This woman had captivated not only my body, but my entire being.

Feeling her shudder, however, reality sunk in. I realized that I could feel goose bumps on her skin as I caressed her back.

She was naked. Vulnerable to the eyes of the Elders—

The canes began to bang hard against the floor, and what had been a moment of pure bliss had suddenly returned to hell with silver-cloaked devils all around me.

With the final beats of the canes, the Elders left the room.

Now, the true test would begin.

We were alone to face our demons together.

Without saying a single word, I lowered the bedding and then guided her to bed for sleep.

There was so much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to discuss. We needed to come up with a plan. We needed to talk about the fact that we had just had sex and what did that mean. Hell, we needed to catch up after years of being apart.

But not tonight.

We’d had enough for one night.

As if I were doing nothing more than tucking in a lover for bed, I covered her up and watched her close her eyes.

Yes, we needed to close our eyes and maybe…

Just maybe…

When we opened them again, this would all be over.

But when I stripped and crawled into bed beside her, I couldn’t resist. I had to. I had to move a piece of her raven hair lying across her face and tuck it behind her ear just as I had always done when we were young.

Her eyes opened.

And we both just stared.

6

Fallon

When I woke up, it was to find his eyes on me. Our eyes caught, just as they had last night, after he’d— After we’d—

My heartbeat had still been pulsing so hard, his cum spilling out of me. Even now, the morning after, the memory of his body inside mine after all these years… Just the memory was so visceral it was like it was still happening.

The shudder started again in my body, and I jerked out of bed, horrified.

“Fallon, can we—” he started to say, but I fled to the bathroom and slammed the door behind me before I could hear the rest of that sentence.

No. No we could not.

I slammed my hands over my face, then dragged them down. Holy shit. Holy shit. I’d finally had sex with Rafe Jackson. And it had been, oh God, it had been—

I glimpsed the hollow woman in the mirror across the vanity.

She looked shell-shocked.

Because sex with Rafe had been earth-shattering. I mean, I’d always suspected it would be. But to finally have it confirmed, at the worst possible moment—

I squeezed my eyes shut, but that didn’t help anything, because I just remembered every touch, every caress of his body against mine. The way he pushed my hair behind my ear afterwards, the way he always used to when we were kids, the past and the present blurring and making my heart burst open with hope and agony.

My eyes snapped open at the thought. No. Dear God, no. How many times could a girl put her heart through the blender over one boy?

That wasn’t what I was here for.

I was here to get what was owed me.

I gave one decisive nod and then stomped over to the shower, turning it to the hottest setting I could. I would wash that boy off my skin and out of my system once and for all.