Opulent Obsession – Breaking Belles

Mine.

And I stared at her. I stared at her as if I could eat her whole.

Fallon was mine, all mine; I would never share her with anyone.

How beautiful she was in paint the color of water as if she were a siren emerging from the sea. To feel her against my inner thigh hot and ready, my own desire wholly evident with my hard cock ready for more, even as my body still recovered from the mind-blowing blowjob.

She reached out to touch my face, then pressed her hand to my chest, feeling the heavy thuds of my heart. She sighed and closed her eyes.

Never had I imagined her skin would be so warm and smooth to my touch or that her dark hair flowing all around her would feel so silky. I had fantasized about Fallon before in my past… but never… never could I have imagined just how fucking amazing she was.

The canes began to beat against the weathered wood of the porch in demand for more. The Elders were tired of waiting. They wanted action just as much as my cock wanted it.

We had fucked for them before, and no doubt tonight wouldn’t be the last. But for me… it was different. The primal need to mark her as mine had consumed my every thought and action since the first hand of paint touched her body.

Canes continued on.

I couldn’t just lie on top of her, shielding her naked body from their eyes for long.

Taking action, I traveled my fingers down to her pussy and heard her sharp intake of breath. Still gazing at her, I thrust my finger inside to make sure she was wet and ready. Never removing my devouring gaze from her, I took in every inch of her face to make sure she wasn’t too embarrassed that we had a full audience as I was about to fuck her… again.

But she was far too gone in the same lust and need as me to feel any embarrassment. I could feel it without a single word spoken. Her only moment of shyness came when I removed my finger and ran her own essence on the plumpness of her lower lip.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered, though I think the fact was quite obvious.

Her shyness flew away as she nodded and licked her lips.

Fresh heat inflamed my body, desire curling inside me. Everything was heightened, all my senses were converging together. Fallon moaned and arched her back as I placed my mouth on her breast, licking the limited amount of flesh not marred with blue paint. My mouth and hands were everywhere, kissing, biting, stroking every inch that had not been touched by another.

Her gasps and writhing told me I was bringing her desire to a boil that was on the cusp of spilling over with every touch, scorched with every kiss burned, and soon she’d beg for more. She’d scream out my name in need.

Yes, the Elders would hear her call my name.

Not Timothy’s.

The second son.

She would demand the second son to fuck her.

It wouldn’t be haint-blue paint chasing away the spirit of my dead brother. It would be the cries of the belle beneath me.

This Trial was mine. This belle was mine.

When my lips found the crook of her neck, she parted her thighs wider in invitation.

With the tip of my dick still poised at the entrance of her tight little hole, I stared intently into her eyes. “It’s just you and me. Just us,” I whispered. “Ignore them. Ignore.”

She wrapped her arms around me, then cried into my shoulder as I pushed inside her so slowly and with such care that it seemed time had stood still. There was only pleasure, deep radiating pleasure as our bodies merged as one. She put her lips to my neck as I drove deeper and deeper into her. The world became a distant blur shrinking down to just us in this intense and erotic moment. The secret torch I had carried for her for so long, so long had been lit into a furnace and all I could do was let the heat from it burn as it reached its peak.

And then finally… Fallon howled out my name, over and over.

My name. Mine.

Pleasure rippled through me, and long waves erupted from inside as I growled my own climax.

She wrapped her legs even tighter around me, holding me inside her as we both allowed our bodies to recover. I wanted to savor every last bit of this incredible moment before our reality would sink back in.

She held me tightly. She dragged her hands up the length of my back and up to my head, threading her fingers through my hair. I could feel her heartbeat hammering in time to mine, thrilled to know that she too had felt the intensity I had experienced.