Axton (Creed’s Lake MC #3)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Belle

M y sweet husband was acting like it was a real wedding. He carried me to his truck, stopped it on our way home three times to kiss me, then carried me over the threshold.

I wasn’t too surprised to see a bunch of side by sides at our house when we arrived. When we walked inside the aroma of food hit me right away, I was hungry. Everyone was there waiting for us. Creed, Morgan, Steph, Granger, Travis, Wrenly, Bolton and her boyfriend Darren, Heidi and her husband Matt, Scott and Melissa, Josh Magnus, Kayla, Patrick who I hadn’t met yet, and Creed’s little brothers.

I was handed a glass of bubbly Champaign as soon as Michael put me down after carrying me inside. “Congratulations!” Everyone clapped as soon as we walked in the door. Michael wasn’t the only one that was treating our marriage as real.

There was a buffet of foods in the kitchen, there were beautiful flowers and streamers everywhere. I looked around and saw everyone except my brother. I hoped he wasn’t in his bedroom, in fact, I hadn’t seen him since the day before when he helped bring in the Christmas tree.

“Where’s Addie?” Michael asked and Morgan spoke up.

“We didn’t want to confuse her or any of the kids, so she’s with my parents at our place.”

She was right to do so, since who knew if we would last a month or want a spiritual wedding down the road. We laughed and had a great time with everyone. I loved every moment, and it was my first celebration. Back home we never celebrated anything, not even weddings. I looked around at each person and realized they really did seem like a group of people that formed a bond of true family. Half of the people eventually went to the basement to play pool and have beer while the other half stayed upstairs near the food.

A few hours later, I was putting the last of the food away as Michael shut the door when the last person left. He looked over at me. “I didn’t think they were ever going to leave.”

“It was very kind of them to do this for us.” I shut the fridge door.

He walked toward me. “Bellemy Axton, how does that feel?”

I smiled. “Like I belong. I have a new name just like I have a new life. It’s fresh and new, exciting and it feels right.”

“Alexa, play Thought of You by Sam Barber.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I’m starting to believe you were born to carry my name and it’s the most beautiful name I ever heard.” He studied my eyes, then dove in to kiss me. “I’ve been waiting all day to do this here while we are alone.” He whispered against my lips. We began swaying to the music as he kissed me.

That kiss was just a little different. He held me tightly in his arms as we slow danced in the kitchen. His kiss was deeper, even more passionate, and I was at his mercy. My fingers ran through his hair as he wrapped his in my hair. My body wanted to invite him inside me, accept him into my warmth, and be as close as a man and woman could be. I was practically panting as my inner core screamed at me and demanded his attention. The dance stopped and he walked me into the counter before his lips left mine and trailed against my cheek, then his teeth gently bit down on my earlobe just before his lips kissed just under my ear, causing me to shiver.

I went to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped me. “I’m not making love to you tonight, Belle.”

Instant pain shot through my heart.

He brushed his lips up my neck until they reached my ear. “Do not think it’s not killing me inside, because I want to so bad that my body will punish me later.” His grip on my hair tightened and he not so gently tilted my head to the side. “It’s because when I truly marry you, it'll be in front of God and everyone else we love.” His voice deepened just a little and his grip tightened a little more onto my hair, causing a tad bit of pain that oddly turned me on even more. “Our first time will be raw, deep, and I will be bare inside you.” He let out some sort of growl. “And you will be begging your husband to come deep inside you.” He kissed my neck then I shivered when his breath left a hot trail against my skin. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t make you feel things you never knew existed until tonight.”

I swallowed hard. “Yes, please.”

He parted my lips with his and his tongue brushed against mine. Our heavy breaths matched as my grip on him tightened. The hand that wasn’t in my hair trailed up my dress, softly leaving goosebumps in its wake. “By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be on your knees begging me for that white wedding dress and a wedding night that will fool your soul into thinking it’s in heaven.”

I was panting against his lips when his fingers slipped inside my panties. “Please don’t stop.” I begged him just as his thumb met my sensitive little nub. I instigated a deep kiss as my heart relentlessly pounded against my chest. A whimper left my lips as he swirled his thumb against it. Nothing ever felt so good, and I felt no shame for enjoying it. His other fingers sneaked inside my panties, and he took a sharp breath against my lips.

“Jesus Belle, you’re so perfect and soaking wet for me.” He kissed me hard then whispered against my lips. “Have you ever touched yourself until your soul leaves your body?” He suddenly dipped one finger inside me, and I believe my eyes may have rolled back into my head.

“No, I’ve never touched myself.” I was raised to believe it was a sin.

He slowly massaged my nub and gently pushed his finger in and out of me. My desire was out of control. I wanted and needed more but he tortured me with slow strokes against my inner walls. “I need more.” My hands were trembling because I never wanted anything more in my entire life.

“Then my wife is just about to share her first orgasm with me.” He whispered against my lips then bit my lip the second he entered another finger. His lips parted mine wide then he kissed me so hard my head tilted back. I could have burst out in tears because I wanted something so desperately, but it wasn’t happening quick enough.

He started to move his fingers inside me then pull almost out before he pushed back in and teased my inner walls. My grip on him tightened even more and I felt a vibration in my throat when I began moaning. His moves sped up and the tingle inside my abdomen began to grow more intense.

He lifted his head, and his eyes met mine. I never felt so vulnerable and at someone’s mercy. He was breathing heavy and watching me as if something big was about to happen. His fingers sped up and I kept my eyes locked onto his. “Don’t fight what’s about to happen to you, Belle. It’s about to start because I can feel you tighten. Do not look away from me, I want to watch as your world completely changes. Here it comes.” He warned me just as I could feel my muscles down there contract and suddenly explode.

“Michael!” It was so intense it was almost painful.

“You’re coming so fucking hard, Belle. Jesus Christ!”

He started moving his fingers faster and faster as my soul danced as it left my body, letting a feeling between falling and ecstasy take over every square inch of my body. His breaths were coming harder and faster, moans and whimpers were coming from him as I discovered a completely new side to myself.

“You’re soaked, Belle! My hand is so fucking wet.”

The intensity began to calm, and his lips landed on mine as he slowly brought me back to earth with softer and slower strokes inside me. I felt his body jerk and he was pressing something hard against my hip. I hadn’t noticed his muscles were tensed up until they relaxed. He chuckled against my lips. “That was a new one for me. Belle, I just came in my pants just from watching you orgasm. Holy shit that was hot.”

Axton

I leaned against the shower wall as the hot water trailed over my skin. My eyes shut and replayed the moment she came on my fingers. Jesus that was the hottest thing I ever seen in my life. I’ve had numerous different kinds of sex, and none of them topped that moment in the kitchen with Belle. I never in my life spontaneously came just by visual pleasure. I knew I was hard again and looked down to see my cock already stiff as stone. How in the hell would I ever fit inside her without splitting her in two? She was so damn tight that I could barely fit two fingers inside her. I had no doubt whatsoever that she would tear, and I never wanted to hurt that angel.

When I let go of her so I could get myself cleaned up, she could barely stand. It was as if she was drunk with satisfaction and the lazy look on her face was priceless. I had seen that look before, but never after an orgasm from a good fingering.

I knew it wouldn’t be long, and Belle would be crawling into my bed, and I had no clue how I was going to discipline myself after what I just witnessed.

I grabbed my soap and washcloth to start cleaning up and memories of our last few days swam through my mind. Her smile, the way her nose would crinkle when she laughed, the concern in her eyes when she thought I was upset, and the tears I caught her wiping away when I told her about my dad. She didn’t know it, but every kiss, every laugh, every smile, and every new stride she made in front of my eyes was her taking care of me. She was very quickly healing parts of me I didn’t even realize were broken. Every time she squeezed my hand, rested her head on my shoulder, every question she asked, and every kiss on my cheek somehow brought a clearer picture of my life to me.

I ran away. That’s what I did when I handed Natalie’s body over to the medical examiner. I turned away from the biggest responsibility of my life and put it behind me. If Creed would have approached me about that lawsuit before I met Belle, I would have shoved him out of my way and grabbed my go bag and ran toward Faye for a few weeks. I might have faced Natalie’s death every day of my life, but that was personal, and I’ve never spoken of her to anyone. Kayla knew better than to talk about her, and that’s why I was surprised I mentioned Natalie when I was telling Belle my family story. Instead of running away, I talked to Creed. I told him every detail from taking care of Natalie the way I did Kayla, to watching her get into Will’s car on that Valentines Day afternoon. I described the rest of what happened from her climbing on top of me and not stopping when I asked. He listened and even wiped a few tears away as I cried while explaining what life was like after that night.

Fourteen years ago…

I fell back asleep, but when I woke Natalie was gone. My chest ached when I realized it wasn’t a dream, or for lack of a better word, nightmare. I never wanted her that way. That wasn’t my goal with her, I had nothing but the purest thoughts of her until it happened. I laid in bed and curled back up in my covers and fought my emotions. Sex wasn’t what I needed from Natalie that night. Obviously, it was something I dreamed of someday, but it wasn’t what I needed.

What I needed was for someone to take care of me for once. I needed to be held and told that I’m loved. Someone that I could laugh with and would be there to catch me if I fell. I needed a partner, someone to make the life I was living a little less cruel.

My father killed me, I may have been brought back to life, but the man who gave me life took it away from me. Then I had to fight like hell to live, then another fight came when I had to recover all alone as an eight-year-old boy whose mother didn’t even come to the rehabilitation center to visit. I saw other patient’s families come and go. They praised them and held them when they cried. I had nobody and it was so scary. I learned at such a tender age that I only had myself to provide comfort and nobody to ease my pain. I was nine years old when I came home from the rehabilitation facility. I celebrated my birthday alone surrounded by strangers. Not even my nurses realized it was my birthday. The social workers said my mother did nothing wrong, and she had parental rights. The threat was removed from our home, so I was safe to return without any child safety or support plan. I was no longer a child in need of services. Mom didn’t show up at the rehab with balloons and a smile, ready to welcome me home. She showed up, put me in the car, and drove away. The whole ride home she talked about her new boyfriend and how good he was with Kayla. That night, she got drunk because the guy dumped her. She got so drunk that she made me read out loud to her the letters my dad wrote her from jail. After being alone for months, recovering from a brain injury, I was forced to read the words of the man that put me in that coma. He expressed his regrets, but his main regret was ever having a son. He said if I were never born, he would have left for basic training sooner, but he didn’t want to leave my mom while she was pregnant. He would have had a military career and would have left that mountainside behind instead of serving time in prison. That night, my mom made me hold her while she cried for the man that literally killed her son in his anger filled attempt to kill her.

I laid in that bed as long as I could and thought about Natalie. I thought she loved me, but the fact that she left my bed told a different story. Why was it so hard to love me, but so easy to accept my love? Maybe she thought I didn’t need any comfort or stability because I was always giving it to her and Kayla. She saw me as strong and resilient because I worked so hard every damn day.

It was time to get ready for work, so once again I put my needs and emotions aside, and got out of bed. That was when I heard Natalie’s voice outside my window. It was still dark and wasn’t even daylight out yet, but there she was getting into a car with Will again. That was when the anger, hurt, and betrayal kicked in and that only grew over the next few weeks. Natalie stopped coming to school. I looked for her every day, but for weeks there was no sign of her. When I did see her, it was usually in town while I was at work. She didn’t look like the same Natalie I knew. She wore baggy clothes, and the one time I did get close enough to see her eyes, she looked dead inside.

One day when I was working my shift at Walmart, Linda Sue showed up and demanded to know where Natalie was because she owed her some money. When I told her I hadn’t seen her that day, she called me a liar and caused a scene. She was going to cost me my job, so I handed her the only money I had in my pocket just to get her to leave.

I should have seen the red flags when Kayla asked me about Natalie one day. She said she saw her stop in next door, and she looked swollen, in her face and that tidbit of information made me sick. I knew because of my mother that alcohol could make you look swollen, but I also knew because of other people on the mountainside that drugs did the same. It was all I could come up with as to why Natalie wasn’t in school, and her appearance changed so much. Her parents obviously didn’t care or probably didn’t notice.

At that point I was just barely holding it together. I had no time for Kayla or friends because I was trying to work as much as possible to save some money since mom had been home a little more. I knew that wouldn’t last and I’d either be scrounging for bail money, or something else would happen like the furnace breaking down. Every night I prayed for Natalie to please come home while I was off work so I could find out what the hell was happening with her. I knew by the way she took me that night that she had more experience than I ever suspected. Up until then I thought she was a virgin just like me, and it was hard to accept that Natalie had a side to her that I never knew.

Present day…

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist. The mirror was foggy, so I wiped the steam away and leaned against the counter as my image looked back at me. The man in the mirror looked older than his thirty one years. His eyes held so many memories, more bad than good. They saw hunger, torture, death, war, abuse, and most of all the image of lost innocence and the greatest sin a human could commit. I also wondered if there was a little more life coming into them as he reflected upon the good things those eyes saw. He saw the sister he dedicated himself into raising become a thriving and beautiful woman, his best friend’s dreams came to life as Creed’s Lake grew, watched his best friends fall in love, saw a little girl finally get the family she deserved, and then they saw Belle. A smile rose on that face as he realized what was lost was slowly coming back to life. It didn’t happen in an instant. It began happening when Creed showed us the deed to the lake after he bought it. Then the first contract came, the support of our government, and all those great things led to Belle.

I had the power to take a few years away from that image in front of me. To start fresh with just a little more of a mature look than the boy who gave all his hope away the day he named that dead baby girl that was not his daughter. I reached into my shaving kit and pulled out a pair of scissors. It was time to face the kid I was and take my life back.

When I stepped out of that bathroom, I was cursing myself for using after shave and not lotion. Holy shit that still burned. Belle was right, my skin was dry under that beard. I walked to my dresser but paused when I felt eyes on me. When I turned around, there were two deep gasps in the room. Belle was standing by the balcony door with her hand over her mouth and huge eyes as she pointed at me. I almost fell to my knees when I saw what she was wearing, which was a tiny little satin gown that barely covered much of anything.

Her eyes left my dimples then trailed down over my chest and landed on the tent my cock created out of my towel. It was an instant hard on the second I saw her. Those eyes darted back up to mine then dropped down to my towel again making her eyes grow even more, then I saw her swallow hard. Suddenly she turned away from me and I chuckled, but then my eyes took in a new view. That gown had an open back that came pretty damn close to letting me see the top of her ass. My hands clenched as my eyes trailed down the soft skin of her back, then to the top of her exposed thighs, and damn those legs were long. I wanted nothing more in the world at that moment than to sink my cock deep inside that tight as hell pussy. I quickly grabbed some boxer briefs, because I was going to need them for what I was about to do to that girl. I proved that much in my jeans earlier. After putting them on, I stepped behind her and lightly trailed my fingers from the soft skin of her shoulders down both of her arms as my lips kissed her neck.

“You’re beautiful, Michael. You look so young.” She whispered as she shivered in reaction to my touch.

I whispered into her ear as my hands ended up on her shoulders again. “You’re early, does this mean you want another small taste of what I could offer as a spiritual husband?” My darling little angel was trying to tempt me into sleeping with her.

She swallowed hard again. “Yes.” She breathed out.

I ran my fingers under the spaghetti straps of her gown, feeling nervous as hell but trying my hardest to hide it. “You wore this just so I would take it off, didn’t you?”

“Morgan bought it for my wedding night.” She whispered through her breaths.

“Were you hoping for a real wedding night, Belle?” I kissed down her neck.

“Yes.” She whispered.

“But it’s not our wedding night. I thought God’s blessing was important to you, and today was just paperwork.” I slid one spaghetti strap down her shoulder.

“God is always with us, Michael. He blessed us when he brought us together.”

I pressed my hardness against her ass, and she took a sharp breath. I watched in the reflection of the glass door as one breast was exposed and holy fuck what I saw was the most perfect breast I had ever seen. “Are you saying sex outside a spiritual marriage isn’t a sin?” I asked as I watched in the mirror as I slowly slid the other strap down her arm. My lips barely brushed against her soft skin as both of her breasts came into view.

“I don’t care anymore.” She whispered. She shut her eyes, and her head laid back into my shoulder.

I watched my hands trail over her soft shoulders then down her arms and my fingers spread out over her flat but surprisingly toned stomach. “Open your eyes and look at us in the window’s reflection, Belle.”

She lifted her head then her eyes slowly fluttered open. We both watched as my hands trailed down and her gown went with them, until it suddenly dropped to her feet. I took a sharp breath as my hands felt her velvet softness. “Wait…what? Belle, did you just shave for me?” Holy shit!

“Yes.” She whispered.

I shut my eyes for just a moment to beg my overly eager cock to settle down. I opened them just as my hand trailed between her legs. “You’re a bad girl for trying to tempt me. For such a good girl that’s so new to this world, you’re awfully naughty. Is that who you really are, Belle? Do you fantasize about these hands touching you?”

“Yes.” She breathed out and shut her eyes as I gently massaged her clit.

“Open your eyes and look at us, Belle.”

She did and I abandoned her clit then slowly teased her opening. “Is that who I married today, Belle? Is my wife a bad girl with filthy fantasies?”

I slid a finger inside her and she took a sharp breath.

“Answer me.” I ordered.

“Yes, that’s why I liked the darkness. They were always your hands in my dreams, and my lips kissed those dimples.” She let out a small moan as I gently massaged her inner walls. She was so damn wet and soft, she was like a dream come true. “I knew your touch before I ever met you.” She whispered and I bit my bottom lip. My free hand traveled up to her breast and my wedding band caught the light and glimmered, just as I pinched her nipple, and she took another sharp breath. Fuck she was going to make me blow my load again, just with her words. She knew my touch, and I was starting to believe it was her touch that I searched for when I could never find satisfaction.

I added another finger as I kissed down her neck. She moaned again and it sounded like an angel’s song. Her chest rose and fell when I began massaging that soft spot deep inside her front wall.

“Oh my God.” Her legs grew weak. I kept my eyes on our image as she leaned against me for strength.

I whispered in her ear. “You can be a bad girl all you want, but no matter how tempted I am, I will not sink my cock inside you until you are my wife in every way possible. Do you understand me?”

She was whimpering as I took her closer to her release.

“Why? It’s not a sin.” She whimpered as I sped my fingers up. “Please Michael, I’ve waited my whole life.”

I squeezed her breast, and it was far more than a handful. “Oh God.” She cried out. I slowed my moves just as I felt her barely tighten around my fingers, preventing the orgasm she wanted so badly.

“I already told you. When I claim your body, you will be my wife in every way. I will not hold back, and I will come deep inside you. Come what may, my child will be born to a marriage blessed by the creator that made us to be together. Is that what you want, Belle? Do you want my come deep inside you?”

“God yes, please.” She begged. I slowly started to increase the speed of my fingers again and by that point I could feel her hands shaking in need of her release.

I was testing her limits. “Ignore our reflection and look outside. Do you think anyone is watching us?”

“I don’t know.” She was growing heavier against me the closer I brought her to orgasm.

“You don’t care?”

The idea of being watched turned me on even more. Not only did I like being watched, I like watching others fuck.

“I’m a bad girl.” She was on the brink of orgasm.

I chuckled. “Does the idea of a random man getting off while watching us turn you on?” I needed to see just how alike God made us.

“Yes, but I’d want to see him watching us. I dreamed of it. An act so beautiful it would be like looking at art in the making.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I was growing harder with each word she spoke. Belle might have followed her father, and wanted to believe him, but she was not made for that cult. Inside her was a very dirty girl and I wanted to know just how dirty she was willing to get. Talk about big strides really quick, holy shit. She used to gasp at cuss words, and I was starting to think she liked a filthy mouth.

“What if it’s a woman and she wanted to watch you make love to me?”

Her breaths were coming faster and harder. “Hands off, you’re mine, but she can watch all she wants. Let her jealousy eat her alive.”

Jesus Christ.

I felt her tightening again and she whimpered when I pulled my fingers out of her. I spun her around and backed her into my bed. She laid back and I crawled on top of her. “Have you been hiding the real Belle Axton from me?” I brushed my lips across her cheek.

“No, just from everyone else my whole life.”

My lips brushed against hers. “Just two days ago, you thought a pussy was a fuzzy kitten. Maybe someday I’ll understand how that mind of yours works.”

“I only had so much for my imagination to work with, Michael. But he was you in my dreams. The fantasies I couldn’t control.”

My lips were brushing against the soft skin of her lips. I planned to brush them across every inch of her body. “How do you know that, Belle?”

I was barely paying attention because my lips were getting closer to one of her nipples and my mouth was watering.

“In my most intense dream, you whispered in my ear that I would know you when I felt your touch. You also said you would keep me safe no matter what the cost. I felt it before I even opened my eyes in that hospital. You were holding my hand, and I knew it was you, the man I dreamed of. Your touch was as familiar as my mothers, but not the same.”

I paused for just a moment, then abandoned the nipple for her lips. She moved under me because she wiggled more, and I was just about to blow her mind away. My lips once again abandoned hers and trailed down to her nipple, and I gently bit then sucked. “Please, I need more, please.” She was restless and could barely lay still. Slowly, I teased her as I trailed kisses to her…baldness? I had to hold back a chuckle and wondered which more experienced woman on Creed’s Lake gave her that advice.

Teasing her was killing me because my mouth watered as I waited to taste her. My tongue teased her nub, and she squirmed just a little. Then finally, my tongue circled her opening then licked inside her as far as my tongue would reach. She moaned and my hips instinctively thrust against the mattress. I shut my eyes as I devoured her sweetness. She tasted of vanilla and sugar, and she was so wet I was practically drinking her. I couldn’t get enough of it. Her hips moved against my lips, and I wondered how the hell I was going to keep from fucking her for an undetermined amount of time. Her fingers ran through my hair as she moaned and whispered God’s name under her breath. I may have even been hearing a few prayers as I tongue fucked her, then ate her like a starving man. I realized my grip on her inner thighs was too tight, and I felt like I was on the verge of exploding in my boxer briefs. I sank a finger inside her and the tip of my tongue flicked her clit as fast as I could. Her cries of pleasure grew louder, and I hoped like hell Koty was still gone. I added another finger, and her hips jerked, and she pulled my hair.

“God yes!” She screamed out and she contracted around my fingers so tight it was unbelievable. They’re just fingers for God’s sake. What would she do to my cock? My hand reached up and squeezed her breast as I tried my hardest to keep her in that orgasm as long as possible. Holy shit I loved her orgasms. Fuck!

She began coming down, so I slowed my pace of my fingers and tongue until she was done.

She looked absolutely sated when I lifted up, so I picked her up and laid her in her usual spot on my bed, then covered her up before climbing in the bed with her. I only got to hold her for a moment before she moved and climbed on top of me. “Belle.” I warned her.

She leaned in and whispered. “I would never take what you’re not ready to give.” She kissed me and tasted herself as she did so. Damn, I thought if we messed around, I would get vanilla at best, but Belle was a very naughty little virgin. She started kissing my neck, and her body moved down as she kissed my chest, and she kept moving down more and more until she looked up at me when she was running her finger along the elastic of my boxer briefs that probably had a wet spot of pre come. She smiled as if she was asking permission. “You don’t have to do that, Belle.” Please do it.

“Are you going to deny me something I’ve dreamed of doing to you?”

I swallowed hard. “You’ve dreamed of it?”

She nodded as she batted her eyelashes at me.

“You can give it a try, I guess. You may not…Holy shit…like it.” She was already kissing the tip.

“Okay, I guess so.” Hell yeah! I lifted my ass, and she pulled down my boxers, but she sat up and paused when she looked down at my hard as fuck cock. Her eyes grew large, and she gulped. I scratched my head. “I was wondering the same thing myself.”

A small mischievous smile crept up on her face when she looked at me, and damn that was hot. Before I knew it, she was down there in a nanosecond licking it like a lollipop. I laid my head back and watched her, then almost lost it when she looked up at me and winked. Fuck!

I prepared myself for what was about to happen. Those lips wrapped around my cock, and she slowly took me inside her mouth. Holy shit. I grabbed her hair and tilted her head up so I could watch how deep her mouth took me. When I felt the back of her throat, my eyes rolled up and I closed them. Who in the hell talked about sucking cock around her because my God, she was good at it. My hands gripped on to the blankets as she worked harder and a little faster. “Oh fuck.” I took deep breaths and tried not to blow my load already. She added a hand to the base of my cock, and I swallowed hard. “Just like that, my God, Belle.”

My hand landed in her hair, and I began guiding her head. Then she cupped my balls, and I thought I might have just fell in love. She was taking me deep, the suction she was creating was absolutely perfect and I was experiencing the best blow job of my life, and I had a lot of blow jobs. My girl was a natural and I thanked God.

My toes curled and my balls tightened. “Let me come on my stomach. You don’t have to…” I let go of her hair because she squeezed the base of my cock tighter. “You don’t have to let me…come…oh God…fuck! Belle, you better stop.” I warned her.

My stomach began to contract. “It’s starting. Fuck it’s your last chance to stop.” Oh my God! “Belle!” I screamed that one out.

My body jerked as the first shot of my come went down her throat. She was slowly sucking it, and I swear to all that’s holy I blacked out. Another shot came and I was barely conscious by that point.

“Mmm.” She moaned.

Did she just mmm my come? Like she was eating an ice cream?

My body jerked again, and I began trembling as she drank every last drop of me. I could barely breathe as I started to recover, and my vision returned. Holy shit, that was the most satisfying thing that ever happened to me.