Rough Sex With the Stylish French Girl [MF]

Although my stories are usually about the first time I have sex with someone, this one is about the time after we became comfortable with each other's bodies, and I learned what she liked. I met Emilie in a bar at the beginning of the summer, and we've been non-exclusively dating for almost two months now. It's relaxed, chilled, fun, and best of all, I know her body like the back of my hand. Emilie is a French girl, here for the summer and maybe longer, and she looks every bit the stereotypical French girl you can think of. Short with long dark brown hair, soft brown boudoir eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and a defined chin/jawline. Emilie is maybe 5"3 and weighs less than a hundred pounds, with a cute pair of small boobs and pink nipples, along with a supple ass that I love to grab. Hidden underneath her stylish European clothing and lacy panties is a tiny little pussy, with a perfectly trimmed landing strip and long inner lips, always so sensitive to being sucked. I know how rough she likes it, I know Emilie likes to be absolutely pounded, her hair yanked, and my hands roughly grabbing her curves. She likes it when I mark her up with my fingers and mouth. But most of all, she likes it when I spit in her mouth and call her dirty names while I fuck her.

But these aren't things that you usually know about someone at first, and certainly not things I'm comfortable doing right away at the beginning of a relationship either. So that is why we will skip ahead to a couple of weeks ago, the first time Emilie invited me to her place, as she'd been coming to mine until then. Emilie asked me in, wearing a tiny black skirt and white tank top, and jumped into my open arms for a long hug before offering me some water. I accepted and slowly sipped it while we meandered around her apartment, both of us anxiously awaiting the end of the tour: her bedroom. I sat down on Emilie's bed and complimented her wall art and decorative knick-knacks while internally contrasting it with my bare walls and shelves full of books. Emilie's apartment was immaculate, perfectly decorated, and it was a shame all of those fancy pillows were about to be thrown haphazardly on the floor.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and Emilie stood next to her shelf of perfumes. "I want you to smell some of these scents and tell me what you think," she said before grabbing the first bottle. I laughed and slowly ranked her perfumes as she gave each one a tiny spray on a different spot of her exposed arms. "You are going to regret spraying those all up and down your arm, Em," I whispered naughtily when she was done. "Oh yeah? Why is that?" she smiled innocently back at me. "Because those are the spots I won't lick, hell, I might not even kiss your arms now," I replied. Emilie frowned, but two quick kisses to her neck quickly changed her tune, and she slid onto my lap. "But look at the bright side, baby, I might just kiss you everywhere else."

Emilie gasped when she heard those words in her ear, and then gasped again as I bit down on her soft earlobe. She trembled slightly in my lap, and I gripped her hips gently before laying her down in the bed. "Tell me what you want, Em," I murmured against her skin, my voice low and rough. "I want to hear you say it." I let my hands wander lower, slowly slipping the thin straps of Emilie's tank top off her shoulders. My lips followed, planting soft kisses along her collarbone before drifting down to her chest. Her skin was warm and inviting beneath my mouth. I nibbled gently on her small, soft breasts and watched her shiver at the sensation. My hands trailed lower, caressing her taut tummy and teasing the curve of her hips. I pressed my palms against her thighs, feeling the soft heat radiate through her skin. The tension in her body was palpable, and I could tell she was aching for more.

"I want you to take control. Mark me," she whispered, and I pressed my mouth against her underboob, slowly biting her soft skin to leave a hickey. Emilie bit her lip and whispered, "Harder. Don't hold back." With that, the floodgates were open, and I bit down hard, counted to ten while slowly increasing suction, and lifted my head to check my handiwork. A beautiful round bite mark appeared, an angry purple almost immediately. I quickly dropped my head back down and gave her three more, between her boobs and panty line. Emilie's moans turned more primal, and I decided to up the dirty talk while focusing on how hot it was that I was marking her body. They were perfectly round circles, reminiscent of a cookie-cutter shark bite (look it up). But the dichotomy could not be more apparent when I changed from hard bites on her tummy to leaving the sweetest of kisses on her soaking wet lace panties.

Slowly, I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties. The fabric was damp, letting me know I was on the right track. As I carefully pulled them down her legs, I caught a tantalizing scent that made my mouth water. Sexier than any perfume on her arms at the moment, her arousal was evident. I let my fingers brush against her wetness, savoring the slick warmth. So gentle for a moment, suddenly I pulled my hand away, slapped her inner thigh, and yanked her panties off. Emilie let out an "oh" of surprise, but quickly relaxed as she felt my facial stubble tickle that handprint. With deliberate care, I gently parted her long, delicate inner lips and drew them into my mouth. I sucked softly, my tongue teasing and exploring every inch. Emilie's breath hitched, and she squirmed closer as I flicked my tongue towards her swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through her.

My nose nuzzled against her smooth, delicate landing strip as I tasted her sweet juices, trying to catch them before they dripped down onto her bed. Between gentle licks, my hand reached up to cup her boobs and play with her nipples, rolling and teasing them just enough to draw out soft moans. I whispered against her skin between licks and kisses, "You taste so good, Emilie." I gently took her swollen clit between my lips, sucking lightly before flicking it with the tip of my tongue, watching her ribcage expand as she breathed in on each suck. My mouth moved rhythmically over her sensitive pussy, as the licks to savor every drop of her sweetness sent shivers rippling through her body.

Emilie was so pent up and teased that as soon as I slid one finger into her tight little pussy and pressed my thumb against her clit, I felt her clamp down in orgasm. I teased her mercilessly, first with my tongue on her hypersensitive clit, and then with my words, teasing her for cumming so soon. I swear I saw her shudder when I trailed my finger slowly up from her pussy into her slightly parted mouth and whispered "I'm just getting started with you, princess". Just when Emilie thought she would have a brief reprieve, I plunged my fingers deep inside her, curling them just right as I pumped hard and fast. "You're so wet for me, baby," I growled, sliding my thumb to rub her swollen clit, "Think you're ready to take my cock"? A slight nod and a breathless yes was all I needed before lifting her ankles to my shoulders and pulling her legs apart.

I lined my cock up with her wet and swollen lips before looking wordlessly into Emilie's eyes again. An almost imperceptible nod and lip bite was all I saw before plunging my thick seven inch cock all the way into her pussy. Or nearly all the way- Emilie could never take it quite up to the hilt. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, but I felt the end of her pussy and never fucked her beyond that point. I leaned forward, pressing my weight down onto her, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I gently but firmly wrapped my hands around her throat. The slight gasp that escaped her lips only fueled my desire, and I held her down as I began to thrust deeper and harder, matching the rhythm of her ragged breaths.

Her body arched against mine, muscles tensing under my grip, but she didn't resist- I felt her surrender to the roughness, my control. I whispered into her ear, "You're mine, Emilie. Take it all." The feeling of her tightening around me and the soft, muffled moans below me sent a shockwave through me. I kept fucking her, pinning her down and choking her gently, lost in the primal connection between us. And yet, I remained cognizant of her cervix, the end of her pussy and the knowledge that pushing that limit would shift things from pleasure to pain. So I kept a slow rhythm, more controlled with the depth while maintaining powerful strokes.

I leaned forward and caught her eye before pressing my lips to hers, then pulled back just enough to let a slow, deliberate stream of spit slide into her mouth. I watched her swallow it down before murmuring, "That's my naughty little slut." Her eyes darkened with want as I sealed the words by forcefully spitting into her mouth. Emilie swallowed and opened her mouth slightly. "More," she whispered before letting out a moan as he gave her a deeper stroke than the rhythm indicated I would. "More? Do you want me to spit in your mouth while I pound your tight pussy?" I hissed and punctuated the question with a not-so-gentle slap on her cheek. "Mmmhmmm," she moaned, "I want it all."

I spit in her mouth again and again, until my mouth was dry, and then slowly pulled out of her. Emilie looked at my cock longingly, watching it drip in her juices and wondered if she did something wrong. I stood at the edge of the bed and pulled her towards me by her ankles, before sliding into her again as she wrapped her legs around my lower back. I slowed my thrusts, sinking deep inside her while my thumb played with her painfully swollen clit in slow, teasing circles. I watched her eyes squeeze shut, then open again, bulge out, and finally roll back into her head as she covered her mouth with both hands and let herself go with orgasmic bliss. Emilie tried her best to muffle her moans as her tiny body was wracked with orgasms, but she was LOUD.

When Emilie caught her breath, I told her I was going to cum and she breathlessly replied "anywhere, just give it to me". I pulled out and watched her eyes widen as I ripped off the condom and stroked my hard cock while gazing at her body, my canvas. She was a mess, spit all over her face and neck, redness all over her neck and chest from my scruff, bite marks on her tummy, and fingerprints on her thighs. But she was my sexy mess, and I was about to add my cum to this beautiful portrait. Emilie rolled her eyes and hit me with a pillow when I said I wanted to paint her like a French girl, but smiled and said, "Go ahead". And that is exactly what I did, I kneeled between her legs and shot out rope after rope of my hot cum, which landed on her landing strip, tummy, and tits, with a drop or two making it all the way up to her neck.

We were both spent after that, and I had a nice time cleaning her up with a warm and wet towel, but ultimately, she was in too much pain to have sex for almost another week. A little while later, she came over for my birthday and gave me free rein to fuck her as hard as I wanted. Want to hear how that night unfolded when I had complete control? The roughest sex I ever had, and she wore those marks with pride afterwards.