How the West Was Won

belle pulled her foot away and stepped back, letting Clyde up. "Ha! I knew ya'd wanna stay." She said with a bright grin. "C'mon then! Let's roll around a bit, Clyde." Belle encouraged.

"I dont wanna stay!" He barked aloud as he sprang up to his feet before rushing Belle. He didn't think she'd be much trouble. He could pin her no problem and be on his way. Maybe all he needed was a bit of rough housing.

The Cowboy rushed right for Belle, trying to tackle her right to the carpeted floor below.

"But I don't see ya leavin!" Belle chirped as Clyde rushed at her once again. This time she decided not to dip past him and braced herself as he crashed into her and pushed her to the ground.

"It' ain't fun if ya don't get a lil rug burn, right, Clyde?" Belle said with a wide grin as she held her position, making sure her arms weren't pinned as she waited for whatever Clyde had in mind.

Clyde's eye twitched when he heard Belle's words. She was right! She had him there!

"Figured you liked it rough." He mused to her before putting his hips against her lower body, trying to weigh her down and pin her arms to the carpet.

Belle watched as Clyde began trying to pin both of Belle's wrists down. "An what about you, Clyde?" She mused. "I can be gentle if i wanna." She added as she squeezed her legs together and pushed her hips upward to press her lower half tighter against the Texan. She then spread her legs and curled them around Clyde to squeeze them around his body.

"Nnnnn..." She purred, staring into his eyes.

There was nothing gentle about decking him in the jaw where he was sore as shit! Clyde sneered as he felt Belle's legs suddenly snag onto his waist and squeeze tightly.

"Hrrng..." The cowboy winced, shutting an eye as he mashed his forehead against Belle, biting his lip as he endured the pulse to his waist while his hands scooped up Belle behind her shoulders. With a grunt, Clyde fought to deadlift Belle before turning to his right and ramming her down onto the bed with a sort of falling powerbomb!

"Hn...Rrgh!!" Growled the cowboy as he slammed the both of them on the bed, bouncing them up a bit upon the cushioned impact, the boy's forehead still mashed against Belle's glaring into her wide, expressive eyes.

Belle started to grind her hips against Clyde once the scissors was locked in. She felt him move his arms underneath her and pick her up. She breathed against his lips as she was hefted up, surprised that Clyde still had any energy left that wasn't just stubborn pride telling him to fight back at anything.

She shut her eyes as Clyde turned her, expecting to go back down to the floor when instead she bounced against the plush bed of the Omega hotel.

Belle's arms curled around Clyde's neck and slipped into his blonde locks as their eyes met and their heads pressed together. She licked her lips and opened her mouth, just a bit.

"What're ya gonna do now, cowboy." She purred, leading her lips just a bit, but keeping them away from his mouth, while still letting her soft breath heat his lips.

Clyde shivered and bit his lip when he felt Belle's hot hips sliding against him and his eager bulge, held back only by his tights. "Mhh..." He groaned as he felt Belle's arms around his neck and her hands sinking into his scruffy hair. He didn't know why, but he'd sink his hips against Belle's, his lips parted as she breathed against him, her warm breath coating his lips and making his whole body tremble. Part of him wondering if he could get away with it...

"S-Stop..." He groaned, retracting the pressure he was putting on Belle's hips, but they were still stuck together. He tried to pry her legs off his waist, his breath ragged and heavy from being stuck to Belle, their lips so close that he could taste them again.

Belle remained against Clyde, keeping her legs wrapped around him, but in a loose way as he pushed. She continued to stare into his eyes and keep their lips close. "I ain't doin nothin, Clyde." She purred.

One hand slipped down his head and against his cheek. "Ain't I the one that told ya ta git? Why're ya still here, unless..."

Belle closed her eyes. Her legs unhooked from Clyde, but her hips still mashed their lower bodies together. She opened her mouth and a soft, almost girlish moan came from her open mouth.

"Nnn... I always knew you were a real man, Clyde. I just didn't know how real..." To emphasize her point, she slowlu bucked her hips against Clydes and softly moaned again. "Nnngh."

"Ooouh~" Clyde opened his mouth and groaned breathlessly in front of Belle as he felt her hips grinding down on him, hearing that hot, girlish moan was beyond enticing. Belle was right. He was staying on his own and he wouldn't like anything more than to stuff this southern hottie.

This felt good and he knew he wanted it just as much as she wanted him. "Nnnhhh..." He slid his hands into Belle's hair, wanting to keep going and at the same time screaming at himself to not be stupid. To not be stupid. And to not be stupid. She wasn't Mercy. She wasn't even Eliza.

Clyde sharply pulled away and backed away from Belle, his face matted with sweat as he swallowed hard and panted heavily, unable to say a word as he looked at Belle for a moment before turning his head, downright feeling like a dog.