Opulent Obsession – Breaking Belles

Brushing my lips against her ear, I whispered, “We don’t have to do this. If you tell me to stop, I will.”

I didn’t want to hear the words, but I would have honored her wishes. It would have meant the end of the Trials, and I didn’t want to fail, but at the same time, this wasn’t just some belle, some stranger. This woman was too fucking special to allow her to go down this dark rabbit hole by force.

And also, the complete madness in all this was that I wanted to fuck her. I wanted my cock buried deep inside of her regardless of our circumstances. What that said about me, I wasn’t sure. But my throbbing dick spoke loud and clear. And I wanted to make sure that Fallon actually wanted this too.

I was in the middle of a hellish situation and really should be focusing on getting past the Initiation and make this sex as quick as possible, but her magnetic pull was just too much. When she’d stripped her ball gown off right in front of everyone without an ounce of shame or embarrassment on her face, and briefly looked at me with those sultry eyes laced with challenge, the gloves had come off.

I was a red-blooded man after all, so what did anyone expect? And Fallon was the hottest woman I ever had the pleasure of seeing completely naked.

I brushed my lips on the column of her throat and tried to ignore that Fallon seemed scared, her every muscle tense, her limbs stiff. But holding her softness in my arms, my goal was to make her relax against me, become pliant, languid, because no matter what nightmare we were in the middle of, this was still going to be our first time having sex.

I never thought this day would ever come. And here it was.

“Just do it. Get it over with,” she said as she tilted her head more to the side, giving me better access to kiss on her neck, which I didn’t dare.

The act of a kiss seemed far too intimate. I couldn’t make love to Fallon in front of everyone. Fuck, yes… I had no choice. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to be loving, sensitive, and romantic while my goddamn father and his old cronies watched on.

Bending her over so her palms rested on the mattress, I readied myself for what would come next. Massaging her breasts between my fingers, my cock throbbed even harder when Fallon quietly mewled in pleasure. Her tiny whimper of lust had my cock twitching against my pants, begging to be satiated.

“Do it,” she purred while reaching behind her, grabbing hold of my thigh with one hand and pulling me even closer to her perfectly-shaped ass.

Lowering my hand away from teasing one of her nipples, I ran my fingertips down her firm belly 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 and 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 cum this way if I wanted to take more time and all eyes weren’t on us—maybe I would save that for another day.

Unzipping my pants and taking hold of my cock with my other hand, I guided my dick past the folds of her pussy and eased inside her silky warmth with enough pause for her to adjust to my girth.

Blocking out my surroundings, I began pushing and pulling, feeling the walls of her sex squeeze tightly around me as I did so.

I was inside her. I was fucking Fallon… and it felt so right. So fucking right.

Fallon clung to my hand that still rested on her pussy, moaning softly. “Rafe,” she said barely louder than a whisper between her gasps.

The sound of pleasure leaving her lips captivated me completely—impressive considering we weren’t alone.

The passion built with every movement, and I felt an impending orgasm build. Part of me wanted to be done, end the night, but a more powerful and controlling part of me wanted to make this feeling last a little longer.

I wanted to claim her harder and with more force. Fallon was finally mine, and after tonight, there would be no question. We couldn’t turn back time after this. We couldn’t just go back to being friends. My cock was buried deep inside of her, and as I pressed my balls against the firmness of her ass, I knew we had crossed a line to possession.

She was mine. Truly My Fallon now.

It was animalistic in belief. Primal. But I couldn’t fight the carnal urge to fuck her longer than planned. I didn’t want to leave the tight warmth of her pussy.