Page 30 of The Ties We Break

Belle shuffles slightly in her sleep, pulling me back to the present situation. Usually, when I wake up, I have a bit of morning wood, so it’s no great surprise that he’s standing to attention like a fucking soldier. He’s so hard and swollen that it’s almost painful, and staring at her pale, soft skin is not doing the situation any favours. Worse, her leg comes close to touching it every time she shuffles. At this rate, it might blow its load without even being touched, like I’m a hormonal teen all over again.

Taking a few seconds to contemplate what I’m going to do next, I quickly put aside all my earlier thoughts about Belle and my insecurities. I can sense Belle’s starting to wake as she rolls slightly until she’s nestled more in the crook of my shoulder. In this position, she can look up at me, meaning I can see all of her, and I’m floored by how gorgeous she is.

I love that she looks the same now as she did when I met up with her. There’s practically no make-up involved; all her beauty is natural. Yet, despite how exquisite she is, and how fucking amazing it feels to have her in my bed, not to mention how well I slept with her here with me, I know this can never happen again. This is why you don’t break the rules. They’re there to protect us, and I know that when this is over for us in just a few more days, she will take a piece of me with her. The part of me that started to believe in life and happiness, he will go with Belle because I know I won’t ever put myself through this again with a different woman. Belle is worth the pain and heartache, but nobody else is. Not to mention, I don’t think I would survive this again.

Sleeping over indicates there’s more going on than just a sexual relationship, and I knew last night, when I asked her to stay with me, that I risked hurting us both. I know Belle is starting to develop real feelings for me; she doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. I reasoned that she only feels this way because I’m the first person to show her all about her body. In addition to giving her the most amazing sexual experience, I’ve also educated her about what makes her body sing.

I like to think that I have not only shown her how to have the best possible sexual encounter, but I’ve also taught her to love her body, giving her more body confidence than she had when we started. We’ve both noticed the changes in her, and I’m so proud of the woman she has become. I made it clear at the start that I could be nothing but her teacher. We both knew that. So why the fuck do we continue breaking all the rules?

The problem is, I know all the rules and how much I could be screwing with Belle’s head by dangling this little piece of hope in front of her, but I can’t help it. Call me selfish. Or, maybe what Belle feels isn’t entirely as one-sided as I’ve led her to believe. It’s hard for me not to feel things for her; she’s practically my perfect woman. But there can be no good outcome for us. Our futures are on separate paths, and we have to accept that. Even if I take her virginity, she is still moving to England. Plus, she will have to work or put herself into debt to cover the money I would quite literally be fucking away, which is no way to start something meaningful. So, despite how much the idea of her fucking someone else fills me with boiling rage, I have no choice but to let it happen. I can’t buy her virginity from her. Well…I could. If it only comes down to money, I can afford whatever the price. But the only reason I would bid for her would be because I want a future with her, and we can hardly expect to have a happily ever after if we start our relationship with me buying her virginity. She would feel like a prostitute, and I would feel like a piece of shit, and I don’t want that for either of us. Besides, going down that route would mean admitting I want a future with Belle, and that scares the shit out of me. Not just because I’ve never wanted one before, but mostly because I don’t think I will ever get over thinking that I’m not worthy of the love of someone as angelic and beautiful as Belle.

“Morning, Dec,” Belle croaks, her scratchy morning voice pulling me out of my thoughts.

Looking down at her, the beautiful, wide smile she shoots my way is blinding, and my heart starts to race as I smile back. A pinkish blush spreads across her cheeks as her smile falls slightly, and for probably the millionth time since I met this beauty, I wish I could know what is going on in her head. “Morning, beautiful. You okay?” I ask, hoping to get to the bottom of what caused her grin to falter.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just wondering if you are mad that we fell asleep, and I ended up stopping over.” Her voice is timid, and if I allowed it, she would turn her head to avoid eye contact.

“Of course, I’m not mad. How can I not enjoy waking up with a girl as beautiful as you?” That brings back the little cheeky smile and causes her blush to spread even more, and as it races down to her chest, I notice that her lightly bruised nipples are beginning to harden. As my girl begins to nibble on her lower lip, I smile because I can tell she’s thinking about something naughty. I’m starting to pick up on all her tells.

Wait, scratch what I said before about her being my girl. I have no idea how that slipped out. She’s my student, and my temporary sub when we scene, but she is definitely notmygirl. Even if my brain, or should I say my cock, seems to think differently.

“Obviously, I’ve never woken up with a guy before. But, I have read about these sorts of scenes in my books. Would I be able to try something, please?” Her voice quivers, and I can’t work out if it's nerves or excitement, but I can feel her heart practically beating out of her chest and crashing against my ribs. How can I say no to this girl? Besides, I have a sneaky suspicion I will enjoy whatever she’s read about in her dirty books.

“Of course, you have my permission.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, she begins to move, flinging her legs over until she’s straddling my lower stomach. I’m sure she can feel my cock smacking against her ass crack. As she leans down towards me, her hair fans out, creating a beautiful waterfall that encases both of our heads. Once our lips collide, my instinct is to take control and kiss her the way I know she likes to be kissed. But this is her show, and I will let her run it…for now. Suddenly, she pulls back, looking at me slightly with the most horrifying look on her face, which confuses the hell out of me because that was one of the best kisses I’ve ever encountered.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve never done this before. Should I have brushed my teeth first? I know there's a thing called morning breath, and you taste as amazing as always, but I don’t know about me,” she mumbles with a genuine look of concern on her face.

Shuffling my body slightly and hitching Belle into a better position, I’m sitting more upright with my back against the headboard, and Belle is sitting right over my cock. “No, beautiful. You have nothing to worry about. You taste amazing, now get back here,” I growl as I pull her head down, trying not to take over too much. I wanted Belle to have this moment; she did ask for it, after all.

As our lips collide again, I give her access as she slides her tongue along the seam of my lips. But before she pushes her tongue in, she begins to nibble along my lower lip, causing a groan to erupt from me. She capitalises on that moment by pressing her tongue inside to battle with mine. At the same time, I feel her start to shuffle around on my lap. I know we are in dangerous territory because I can feel that the head of my cock is banging on Belle’s clit as the shaft runs up and down her slit. All it requires is a slight lift and a tilt of her pelvis, and my cock will slide straight in. Under no circumstances can that happen. No matter what she does, I need to remain in control.

We kiss and fool around for a while, and fairly soon, it becomes clear we’re both enjoying things a little too much. Belle begins to grind hard on my cock, tilting her pelvis up and down to allow the lips of her cunt to rub all along the sides of my shaft. Her soft, silky skin feels fucking amazing, and it’s like she is jacking me off with her pussy. She’s getting me off in a way I have never experienced before. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t hesitate to plunge my cock in, seeking the pleasure I crave, and if the woman got there first, that was a bonus, but it was never my aim with any of the girls who came before. With Belle, however, I’m willing to sit here in physical pain, my cock straining and my balls permanently blue, while she rides into oblivion.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach her peak, and she begins to rotate her hips differently, sending my cock further towards her entrance. So I grip my hands on her hips to keep her movements the same as before.

“Please, can you put your cock inside me? I need to come, and I want to come on your cock. I want to become a slut for your cock. Please, Sir,” she begs, easily falling back into her submissive role and remembering the rules and the fun little games we created. Teaching a shy bookworm to talk dirty will forever be one of my greatest achievements, alongside being able to teach her about sex without fucking her.

“No, but you can come with my cock in your folds. So, come now,” I reply forcefully, and just like the good girl she is, she falls apart on my cock just a few moments later.

Feeling the impact of her orgasm and the shudder that ripples through her body, she collapses onto my chest, gasping for air. It usually takes her a while to gather up the strength to move, and as I hold her against me while she recovers, I know I will never complain about this moment, about getting to hold her after pushing her body to orgasm.

Quicker than usual, Belle begins to slide down my body. As my cock slips out of her folds, I marvel at how wet he is. My cock was rock-hard before she started grinding on him, and now he looks almost fit to burst; the head an engorged purple colour with pools of pre-cum seeping out of the tip, and the shaft glistens with Belle’s juices.

I’m so busy admiring how great my cock looks, covered in her juices, that I almost miss the fact Belle is now sitting just above my knees. She is bent over, her hair that she has pushed aside falls over one shoulder, and her tits sway before my eyes. I’m mesmerised by the sight, and I catch the wicked glint on my beauty’s face just before she sticks out her tongue and laps up the pre-cum.

“Sorry, I got distracted before. This is what I asked for permission to do,” she explains, and just as I start to laugh, it’s stopped by Belle encasing the tip of my cock with her mouth, causing a guttural moan instead.

I don’t have more than a second to think about what a sexy vixen my girl has become before she begins to lick all around my shaft, tasting herself at the same time. Then, when I least expect it, she begins to lower her mouth, taking in more and more of my cock.

Although we have done blow jobs before, we have been building up to this. She has licked the shaft, sucked the head and a little bit of the length, but we haven’t yet moved onto deep throating. Clearly, Belle’s not patient enough to wait for that lesson because she simply keeps going, swallowing as much of my cock as she can.

She licks along the shaft with her tongue, the head reaching the back of her throat, and I try to pull out slightly for her, but she places her hands on my hips to indicate that she’s got this. I feel her throat start to bob as she swallows before a little more of my hard length squeezes in. Even though she’s going slowly, it feels fucking amazing on my cock, and I know I’m getting even harder. Then, out of nowhere, I feel her chin hit my balls as she takes all of me into her throat. I’m in awe of this girl because I’m not small. I can count on one hand the number of women who have been able to take all of me, which, compared to the amount I’ve fucked, is a very small percentage. Yet, Belle seems to have no problems.

With my dick deep in her throat, she swallows gently, and it feels so fucking amazing against my head; I can’t help getting closer to that edge. Then, Belle begins to hum as best she can with my cock in her throat, and the vibrations echo along my dick, right up my spine, causing me to shiver and moan with pleasure. Nobody has ever done that to me before, but it feels fucking amazing.

Pulling back quickly, Belle takes a few big gasps of air as tears roll down her cheeks. I know she isn’t crying, it's just an automatic response to not being able to breathe, but even so, I need to check on her. I’m about to ask if she is alright, but Belle wastes no time, and once she has taken a couple of big, deep breaths, she dives back onto my dick. This time she goes a lot quicker, my hard length easily slipping down her throat. As she bobs up and down, she effectively uses her mouth to fuck me, and I love it. Every fibre of my being wants to reach out and fist her hair, direct her movements, and take back control, but I don’t. Belle asked for this, so I’m letting her have it. Besides, she doesn’t exactly need any more guidance. She is doing well enough on her own.

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