Ecstasy

"Morning." Belle smiled at me, her expression somber, a world of difference from yesterdays escapades.

"Hi..." I croaked out, sort of sliding down the bed as I stretched.

We faced each other, lying on our sides with her head on the pillow and mine slightly below on the mattress, making me look up at her in our horizontal state.

I expected myself to want to look down at the morning wood she sure as hell should be sporting, I also expected her to take my face into her hand and guide me down to it, or up so we could make out, but she just stared at me, her smile never waning, though the top half of her face forming concerned brows and unsure eyes.

"How um- How are you holding up?" She asked, the way she did so seemed casual, but I couldn't shake off an inkling of sincerity so intense that I was thinking the question over in my head.

"W-What. I'm... I'm great." I propped myself up on one arm, before continuing, aptly awake all of a sudden. "I've never felt better, Belle. Why're you asking?" I wanted to smile to show her how I really felt, but what I assumed to be concern from her side, in turn, brought out my own concern.

"Well... it's... you- You sure you're alright?"

"Okay. What brought this on? Why are you-" I sat up proper now, my full attention unlocked.

"Answer me, Jamie. Seriously. Are you alright?" She sat up herself, sitting on her knees, which made us equal in height as she interrupted me.

"Yes, Belle, I'm alright, I've never felt better physically and I've been happy for the almost full week we've been together. Will you please tell me what's gotten you like this?" I fought against the angst of the underlying deeper meaning in her question and presented her a genuine smile, taking her hands in mine as I implored her to elaborate.

She looked at our hands for a second, surprised, until she breathed out and back in. "I just, I'm really glad we, you know, did th-"

"We're a couple now?" I finished her sentence.

"Right..." She grinned at me, giddy for the first time this morning. "But, I just, Ineedyoutotellmeyoulikedit..." She continued, teetering around the topic until the words exploded from her mouth in one swift breath.

"What? Like... the sex?"

"Yes! It's just... everything is happening so fast and I feel like I haven't actually asked..."

"Well, if having me cum my brains out on your dick isn't enough... I do enjoy it Belle..." A moment of silence succeeded our exchange and we both, in our own ways, let the words I uttered sink in.

Belle smiled gently, which turned into a smirk rather quickly, mischievous, though harmless at its core.

"So you don't mind calling me Daddy?" Her tone adopted the nature of her facial expression as she leaned in closer.

"Ehhh I-I..." I tumbled back in embarrassed panic, landing on the soft blanket and mattress right at the foot of the bed.

It was one freaky thing to do it while servicing her yesterday, I don't think the state of euphoria clouded my judgement, though it did push the conflicting thoughts away, but this conversation had a different intimacy and a sort of casual setting that made it a jarring topic. Although the flush my face took on wasn't embarrassment of what I did or said, or that I liked it, it was embarrassment that I did not feel embarrassed by those thoughts anymore.

"Do-do I have to?" I stuttered while she moved to hover over me, bringing a familiar weight onto my belly that divided my attention, though I couldn't escape her stare to see its source.

"*giggle* No. It's not the word, it's more the way you say it that turns me on." Her face moved closer as she spoke, until I felt her breath tickle my skin, her volume lowering to a raunchy whisper.

I was about to say something, but her lips sealed the words in my mouth and her body pressed into mine and I let myself be taken over by her kiss, my hands locked with hers, dangling somewhere above my head in the air where the mattress ended.

She let go of my wrists, though I didn't move them, and I felt her reposition above me, my eyes closed as I enjoyed her dominance, both in her kiss and the way her hands groped the rest of my body.

The majority of her fondling was concentrated on my ass and with a decisively strong pull of my legs, the kiss ended and my eyes finally opened back up to see her in prime position to take me missionary.

Her giant rod of girlmeat pulsed in the air above my stomach, it wasn't lined up properly, she could've brought herself closer a few inches, though it didn't matter, as her cock still projected a deep penetration if it were to be inside of me, her cockhead ending just above my belly button, dripping sticky precum onto my stomach.

My hands tentatively tried closing around the thick, vein ridden shaft and danced across her smooth skin. A few strokes later I pressed her cock down against my stomach, creating a provisional hole for her as she started slowly moving her hips.

I looked up at her, seeing her just as concentrated on the makeshift fleshlight my hands formed as I was at first, then meeting my gaze without stopping and I looked back down after a shared moment to see the slowly emerging cockhead deposit a big bead of pre on the pull out, her fat package scraping over my clitty in the process.

My cheeks turned red and I suddenly couldn't hold her stare. I wasn't intimidated or scared of the fuckmeat prying my hands apart with every shove, the contrary actually. A flutter of excitement washed through me, as her huge boner made a show of what it was going to do inside of me in a few moments.

She hoisted my legs up and pulled her hips back as far as she could. I understood her sudden movement immediately and pulled my cheeks apart, bearing my pink hole for her.

Two failed attempts of penetration later, her fat, spongy cockhead sliding outside my boypussy after she applied some pressure, and she slipped inside, sinking 6 or 7 inches into me in one go, accelerating my breathing and crushing my prostate with no effort.

"That feel good?' Belle asked, as my body slacked down, prompting her to pull my ankles over her shoulders.

"Uhuh..." I was starting to moan from the small movements she made and her cock flexing and pulsing inside of me as I laid back flat, though I regained some control after answering the question she likely already knew the answer to.

"Ok. I'm gonna start fucking you now, babe." She worked more of her big girlcock into me, not quite starting until I would guess 3/4ths of it was sheathed, where she pulled back for the first time, only to have her balls slap my tailbone on the thrust back in.

She was an inch deeper and seemed to savor the feeling, before repeating the process and shoving another inch inside.

A few intense moments later her sword was fully sheathed in my ass, where she gyrated her hips for both of our pleasure, especially mine, as her 14 inches had me on the brink of orgasm already.

It took her two more thrusts to achieve that result and I was a sheets grabbing, panting mess.

"Oh fuck... hah... ah.. ah" I regained my composure quickly, still tingly and very sensitive, even as she slowed down and occasionally stopped for my sake.

We made eye contact and I could tell, that underneath her loving visage, laid a primal urge, a desire to throw concern to the side and fuck me silly.

The control in my limbs gave her the signal to continue and my moans picked back up from the huffing and puffing and spurred her on, as the thorough massage her cock gave my insides, turned into a real pounding with the help of a deft grip of my legs, which spread even further and lifted my lower body ever so slightly to allow her to thrust down into me.

"OHMygoOoOOoooOOooODd nghhH" My second orgasm was brought on by her uninterrupted destruction of my love button, which led to my legs clasping around her waist in an attempt to stop trembling, my arms doing the same around her neck, with the end result of us being glued to each other and her dick magically finding another inch to push into me.

Her small thrusts had a surprisingly big impact and chained to my third orgasm, a highly feminine sound, even more feminine than the moans before, accompanied the increasingly powerful thrusts from Belle which ended with a particular thrust that made the air catch in my throat, as I recognized the feeling of my insides being splashed with hot cum.

The grunts she let out were deep by comparison, though I didn't have time to dwell on the change my voice has undergone, because Belle shot rope after rope of the purest, most virile semen mankind has ever witnessed into me, and by mankind; I mean myself, though I'm very happy about being the sole proprietor of her cumshot.