Page 16 of A Cock and Bull Story
My brain is short-circuiting between the feel of her tongue stroking mine versus the feel of her fanny squeezing my dick.
“Let me come quickly; then, you can fuck my ass,” she whispers against my lips.
“Ahhhhhhhh,” is all I can manage.
Belle starts slamming herself harder and faster, bouncing up and down on my cock until, suddenly, she tosses back her head and cries out. I can feel the rhythmic compression of her quim, and I blink in surprise at how quickly she peaked.
“Ok,” she pants, pulling away from me.
I frown and scramble to pull her back, but stop when she starts dipping her fingers into her wetness. Entranced, I watch as she dances her digits from her pussy to her bum—back and forth, over and over.
Fuck me—the wee seductress is priming her arsehole with her own natural lubricant.
“Belle,” I rasp in a hoarse voice.
“Yes, Jack?” she asks as she bends over and touches her toes.
My eyes bulge at the sight.
“I’m ready,” she hints broadly.
Well, don’t let it be said that I’m a total plonker3.
I step behind her and run a hand down the satiny skin of her back. She shudders lightly at the sensation—she’s so sensitive to my every touch, and I grin.
I can’t wait to see how this cat shifter reacts to me in her arse.
Gently rubbing my bell end against Belle’s cheeks, I relish the shiver that engulfs her body. Slowly, ever so slowly, I push into her—the tightness of her arse resists me at first, but then, she relaxes and I surge forward in a single stroke.
Together, we let out deep groans of pleasure.
I stand there for a beat, letting her adjust, but Belle rocks forward onto her toes and back to her heels to signal that she’s ready. Gripping her hips hard, I piston in and out of her.
“Faster!” she moans, and I almost slip.
I don’t know if I can go any faster, but I’m bloody well going to try. Whatever this American goddess wants, I will gladly give it to her—and, apparently, she wants me.
The pace I set is grueling. Sweat is pouring off of me and splashing onto Belle’s back. Hopefully, this isn’t a turn off—donkeys are hard-working, but perspire something terribly.
In truth, I doubt Belle even notices.
She’s deep in the throes of passion, and I take a moment to admire everything about her, once more. I love her body, but I adore her abandon even more—she holdsnothingback.
“I’m almost there again,” she gasps, and I realize that she’s been finger-fucking herself the entire time I pummeled her arse.
The sight and thought undoes me.
Without warning, I come again.
I try to hold back, but can’t. Thankfully, Belle doesn’t seem to mind—in fact, I think it’s what sets off her orgasm. She lets out a sweet mewling cry that makes my knackers4pulse as she comes. We collapse in a heap on the floor, our harsh breathing the only sound.
I don't even raise an eyebrow when Belle eventually says that she wants to see the bell tower—I’m getting used to her quirky ways. She saunters through the door, naked, and up the stairs. Chuckling at her free spirit, I go to put on my jeans when I realize that I never showed her my ass.
I'm about to shift when I hear a muffled cry and the sound of someone collapsing. Quickly, I dash up the stairs to find Belle passed out. I scoop her up in my arms and race down to the basement, praying that she's all right. I practically leap into the room where the others are waiting.
“What took you so—“ Jude starts and, then, he stops when he sees Belle in my arms.
It dawns on me that she's still naked and I groan.
