Belle and I Make Love

When Belle first came into my apartment, I didn’t know what to expect. To tell the truth, I didn’t really want to dominate her all that much. I just wanted to sleep with her. And that’s what we did, the first time. We made love.

She undressed and I laid her gently on the bed, eating out her pussy for a solid ten minutes before trying to penetrate her. I climbed on the bed and pushed her legs back slightly, gradually easing the tip of my penis inside her. She winced and I waited patiently, pulling out and entering her again, ever-so-slightly, over and over to get her used to it. I’d gone about halfway in when she winced again, emitting a barely audible yelp. I wasn’t going to hurt her, if I could help it.

“Are you all the way in?” She breathed.

“I’m about halfway in,” I said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay,” she winced again, wrapping her arms around my neck.

We took it very slow, but goddamn was it worth it.

“Holy fuck, you’re so tight,” I whispered. After a long time building up to it, I was finally in, slowly thrusting my cock deep inside her and pulling it out just as slowly. It took enormous self-control. She felt so fucking good. I wanted to pound her teenage pussy and breed her.

I didn’t last long. I sped up just a little bit as I reached the climax, and she started moaning, almost screaming. Damn, she’s a screamer, I thought to myself. Fuck yeah.

I indulged a bit as I came, clapping my skin against hers, and she let out a wild, feral “Ohhh!!!” with every thrust. I came hard. I swear, harder than I ever have before. The orgasm detonated across my entire body and I grabbed her hips while I filled her pussy up with my white, hot cum. My body shuddered, and she started to run her hands along my back, caressing my hair and pulling me down to kiss her. She let out one more whimper as I pulled my cock out of her.

“Oh my god,” I said, collapsing on the mattress beside her. We were both covered in a sheen of sweat, despite how low-impact our missionary sex had been. “That was fucking amazing.”

“It was?” She beamed. “It was good for me, too.” She kissed me. “Your cock is…big. Oh my god. I didn’t know if I could take it after you told me it was only halfway in!”

“You were a pro,” I told her. “I lov—“ I cut myself off. I literally almost said “I love you” to her. It was a bad habit. I’ve said it before to other women right after sex. What can I say? I guess I’m a romantic at heart.

“Hmm?” She cooed.

“I loved that,” I said.

“Mm, me too.” She kissed me. “You’re not done for the night, are you?”

“No, definitely not,” I smiled and returned her kiss.

Boring, vanilla sex. But it was amazing. I was starting to have feelings for her. I knew she didn’t feel the same way about me. At least, I didn’t think she did. If she just wanted to date or something, there were simpler ways, weren’t there? No, she just wanted to try out BDSM with me because I had a lot of experience.

I rolled my eyes at the thought. Like it was rocket science or something. Maybe she was into me, after all. There’s not really much to BDSM. It just comes down to your tastes. It’s not like she’d ask her friend to take out his cock so she could practice blowjobs, right? But maybe she just didn’t know any better. Yeah, that was a distinct possibility. For all her yearning to be a bad girl, she just didn’t have it in her. I knew that. I knew she’d turn and run as soon as things got intense. I didn’t want to take things too far. But once I start, I can’t stop.