Not quickly

You hold her, murmuring words of comfort as she shudders in grief against you. You feel completely at a loss with the young girl's infatuation with you. Obviously you are fulfilling some basic sexual need for her, and while you find it immensely satisfying to fuck her, you're well aware of her emotional fragility.

"Hush, Grace," you say soothingly. "I just want us to be careful. Take things slow. We both love being together but we have lots of time. There's no need to rush."

"So...so...you're not dumping me?" she whimpers with a thread of hope in her voice. "Because I couldn't stand it Mr. Carter, I couldn't stand it if you dumped me."

"I'm not dumping you Grace, don't be silly. I just want us to take it easy for a bit."

"But you'll still fuck me? You'll still take me to your bed and fuck me?" she says plaintively, looking at you with doe eyes.

"Yes, but not as much as we have been. Hear me out, Grace. Classes start this week and we can't spend all day in bed fucking. I have to teach and you have to go to school, and we have to be responsible people."

"I know," she sniffles. "I know we do. But I love you so much, and I love it when you fuck me. You make me feel so good when you put your cock in me and make me come. I need to have you Mr. Carter. I need you. I'll do anything, just don't say that we have to stop."

"We just have to slow down," you say soothingly, hoping that can be the first step to extricating yourself from this infatuated teen.

"You can do anything Mr. Carter, anything at all to me," she whimpers starting to babble. "I read that book about bondage and submission and you can do that if you want, and I loved being spanked before you fucked me and I loved you taking my ass. It hurt but I loved it and I came so hard and I'll get better at it I promise. And you can fuck other girls too, if you want Mr. Carter. You can fuck them as hard as you want, but please don't stop fucking me!"

You hug her harder, trying to stem the flow of urgent words that spill from her, slightly alarmed at her frantic desire to give you anything at all to keep your affections. It's so unhealthy, but you feel your body responding to her willing submission, not to mention the feel of her trembling teen body against yours.

"Wipe those tears Grace," you tell her. "We can still make love. We just have to be careful and take it just a little slower. You understand, don't you sweetheart?"

"I guess so," she sniffles. "I just got scared when I thought you were dumping me."

"No Grace, I'm not dumping you. Now go wash your the tears away," you tell her, giving her a soft kiss on her sweet lips.