“Just some piece I drew.”

“You drew this?” She sits up and follows a path leading around to my back. Shades of black move into grey as her finger follows the design into a rose. Names of fallen brothers all hidden in the piece and represented in a contrast of good and evil. Life and death.

“It’s amazing, Jesse.” Her eyes come back to mine, and for a second, I think she might see through it all. The beauty and decay that is my life.

“Why are you still dressed?” I move the attention off me and direct it on her. The corners of her mouth twitch but she doesn’t respond.

“Get naked, dirty girl,” I demand, then watch her lose the dress. Her tits are packed away in some lacy bra shit and my hands itch to reach out and tear the offending item off. “I want to see every inch of you, sweetheart,” I encourage and watch her shaky hands reach back and unclip her bra. Her tits spill out and my hand moves to one, taking it in my hand. I’ve always been a tit man, but the bitches I take to bed are normally full of silicone. I know hers are natural and I fucking love it.

“You have amazing tits, baby,” I tell her as I move to place the small pink nipple in my mouth.

“Ahh,” she moans as I roll the tight bud between my teeth.

“Fucking amazing,” I tell her, then move to the other. She’s so responsive, while still holding onto her innocence.

Her hands move to my shoulders, her gentle touch, sending me into a tailspin. I pull back and take my cock in my hand. Her eyes follow my movement.

“See what you do to me? My cock knows what he’s about to get, and fuck, if he isn’t happy about it.” I play and she shakes her head. I roll the condom down my length, move between her legs and let the tip of my cock rest at her entrance. “You okay?” I ask, suddenly worried it won’t be good for her.

“Yes, it isn’t the first time.” She laughs but it doesn’t calm me.

Fuck, I need to make it good for her.

I take my cock and slowly run it back and forth along her wetness, before tapping her clit a few times. My body is eager to sink back inside of her, but I know I have to do it slowly.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I admit, feeling unsure, again. Fuck me, I’m beginning to feel grateful she didn’t tell me.

“Jesse, I’m not going to break. Please.” Her hands lock around my neck and she pulls me down to her. I don’t fight it, letting my cock find where it needs to be, pushing only a little bit to enter. She doesn’t tense; instead, she spreads her legs wider to accommodate me.

“Oh,” she squeaks, when I push a little harder and I halt.

“Are you okay?” I ask and she nods. But I don’t know if I trust her.

“Don’t go all soft on me, Jesse. Please, I want this,” she encourages and it’s all I need to sink all the way in. I push in, feeling her heat hug my cock tightly, and I take a minute to savor the moment. The tightness of her pussy encasing me feels good. Fucking too good.

“Move,” she moans, and I don’t have to be told twice. My hips start pumping, slowly at first. Keeping my eyes on her face, I watch carefully to see how she responds. When her eyes roll back, I know she’s into it.

“Touch those big tits for me, sweetheart,” I tell her, watching her hands move at my command. “Now show me how you want to be touched, so I know for next time.” I continue to slide in and out of her as both her thumbs and forefingers roll each nipple. My eyes lock onto her movements. She pulls hard and the sight of it excites me more.

“You like it rough,” I push out, building my strokes.

“Yes,” she moans, her back arching, tilting her hips up with each of my thrusts. My hands move to her inner thighs, pushing them back, I try to find a way to bury myself deeper.

“Fucking feels so good, baby,” I moan, wishing it would never end. I could fucking get lost in her, over and over.

“Jesse,” she softy cries, and I start to relax into it. My balls tense and I know I’m not going to last much longer, but I need her to come with me.

“Yes, sweetheart. You need to let it go,” I urge, my orgasm calling me closer and closer.

“I can’t.” She shakes her head, fighting it. I release my hold on her leg, and move to her clit.

“Ahhh.” She jolts at the touch, and I work it hard to help push her over.

“You’re going to give it to me, Bell,” I tell her, pumping harder and harder. “Do you understand me?” I ask, seeing her excitement skirt along her skin in a light blush. She nods but I need words.

“Words, sweetheart. Give me words.”

“Yes, Jesse.”

“Just let your body take over,” I order, as my orgasm hits. My balls tense before I release, sending me over to a whole new world of pleasure. “Fuck,” I curse, heat coursing through my veins. My vision blurs, Bell’s face distorts, as a euphoric release washes over me. I can hear her cry out under me, but my orgasm shuts down all my senses and zones in on the feeling of releasing myself inside of her.

Limbs numb, breath choppy, I find myself slowly starting to move again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make her come with me, but that doesn’t stop me from trying now.

“We’re not finished, baby,” I tell her as she moves her hips with mine. I start to pull out of her, eager for her taste again, but her legs hook around me, keeping me planted inside of her.

“No, don’t leave,” she pants, my finger still stroking her clit. “Like last time,” she says before moaning. My finger moves faster, eager to feel her tense over my cock.

“You’re so beautiful, Bell.” My eyes don’t leave hers, making sure I memorize this picture in my head. “So fucking beautiful,” I whisper and I know she’s close. I roll my hips slowly again, my erection never leaving, but eager for more.

“Jesse, I’m gonna…” She moans before throwing her head back. Her pussy milks my cock as she thrashes beneath me, and if I hadn’t just come, I’d be blowing my load again.

“Oh, my God,” she gasps when she comes back to herself. “I never knew it could be that good,” she admits, her face flush from her arousal. I hold back a cheesy remark, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“It’s not always that good, sweetheart,” I state before leaning down and taking her mouth. She kisses me back this time with more confidence and I can’t help but feel proud that I’ve encouraged that in her. Fuck, what is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I pull back all of a sudden, needing some space. I’m getting too caught up in her.

“Are you okay?” She shifts when I pull out and roll to the side.

“Yeah.” I move to stand and walk to the bathroom to clean up. I come back and see her still lying in the same spot. Her hair a mess around her, arms slack at her side, I look over her naked body and know she’s nothing like I’ve ever had before. As much as this is all new to her, it’s new to me, too.

“You sure you’re okay?” She sits up, noticing my distance.

“Yeah, I just realized I have to be somewhere.” I look away, feeling like an ass for pulling this shit on her.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I really should get going.” She starts, looking for her discarded clothes and seeing her fumble has me back tracking.

“You want to come with me?” I find myself asking. I really do have to go somewhere. It’s just not a good idea to take her with me. Or perhaps it is. I hardly know what’s right and wrong any more.

“Oh, it’s okay.” She finally finds her panties and steps into them. I stay quiet and watch her movements. How the fuck has no man ever had her? I watch her gather her hair up on top of her head and secure it with a band.

“I’d like you to come with me,” I keep spewing my shit. Jesus, I don’t know when to stop. She turns and smiles, and by God, it almost fucking kills me.

“Where are you going?” she asks, covering up her tits with her bra.

“You wanna see what type of man I am? I’m going to show you.”

“Jesse, I already know what type of man you are.” She shakes her head while stepping into her dress.