African predator will tell you. But it didn't take long before I made her cry out in ecstasy, and once again, my Little Annabelle went Limp beneath me.

It was time.

Wiping my face with the back of my forearm, I didn't waste a moment before sliding up her body and notching myself into place. Her puffy pink labia were now wide-open and inviting instead of closed up tighter than a clamshell, and with only a little bit of pressure I felt my mushroom head pop in.

Belle gasped, her eyes fluttering open as she felt that first penetration, and she immediately clenched up.

“Release... release..." I soothed. Stroking her forehead, I added sincerely, “I love you, Annabelle... I love you, Annabelle... I love you, Annabelle..."

She cooed into my ear as her body visibly relaxed beneath me, and with a little more pressure I steadily burrowed inch after inch into her tiny body.

She was still exquisitely tight, tighter than anything I'd ever felt in my life, not that I had a whole lot of sexual experience. Even Mari's deep-throat couldn't compare, and when I finally had every last inch of myself inside her, I had to stop and just savor the experience.

Belle was Like minded, breathing shallowly with her eyes closed and her forehead furrowed in concentration. It took more than a minute to get myself fully seated, and now that she realized I'd stopped, she opened her eyes and squeaked softly, "Did it all fit?"

I chuckled and pecked her forehead. I had to hunch my back in order to get low enough to kiss her lips, and I sighed, "Yes, it all fit."

Barely. She was a perfect fit for me, her pussy tailor-made like a glove that matched my cock to its exact specifications without a millimeter to spare. The feeling of being inside her was exquisite, even without any thrusting. My heart was filled with Love for the girl

I'd adored since I first realized the human species came in two different sexes. And for the next several minutes, we were both happy to remain as we were, making out for the first time while joined together so completely.

But after a while, Belle broke away to breathe, Looked up at me through heavily lidded eyes, and murmured, "Fuck me, Matty. I wanna feel it."

Her words said "fuck me", but I was seized by a sense of wrongness in that, not so different from the wrongness I used to feel about molesting my “little sister". I wasn't going into vapor lock or anything, but I suddenly remembered something Belle had said earlier.

She didn't want to hear my bullshit about how I'd never promised I'd

“fuck her"; she'd specifically used the phrase “make love” to her. And

THAT somehow felt so much more... right... to me.

So I told her, “I'm not gonna fuck you."

Belle blinked and Looked up at me in surprise, not understanding.

I smiled and said, "I'm going to make love to you." And then I kissed her.

I did make love to her. Not that there's anything wrong with fucking.

I'd fucked the shit out of Sam Last night and she'd Loved every second of it. Someday soon I'd fuck the shit out of Belle and I knew she'd love it too. But tonight, Belle and I made love.

I slowly retracted a few inches and then smoothly pushed my way in. I took up a gentle rhythm, not too hard and not too fast. Belle's pussy was still too constricting to build up much speed anyway. She was copiously wet, but the friction was still incredible. Even my leisurely pace was enough to generate a world of sensation for both of us, evidenced by the fireworks in my brain and the whimpers and moans of

Belle beneath me.

"You're so big inside me," she whined, arching her back and wincing at the edge of pain but not quite.

“I feel so full...”