Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer.
''Fuck, Bella,'' I roared as I pounded into her from behind. One hand held onto her hips as I skilfully guided our movements; her brown curls were wrapped around my other hand as I pulled it. Her long, slender throat curved as her head was forced backward. She opened her mouth to speak. I pulled her hair with more force, silently commanding her to shut the fuck up.
My thrusts became harder and more erratic as I felt myself come closer to the edge. ''Do you like this, Bella?'' I asked. ''Do you like it when I fuck you like the little slut you are?''
She tried to speak again. I untangled my hand from her hair and slapped her ass. A moan escaped her mouth and all words were forgotten. I slapped her ass again, loving the sound. I drove into her harder, my actions becoming quicker and hastier. One... two... three more thrusts and I let go deep inside of her.
Resting my head on her shoulder, I pulled out of her warmth. ''I love you, Bella,'' I whispered, kissing the space between her ear and her hairline.
She stood straight and pushed me away with a shove of her elbow. ''For the last time!'' she screamed. ''My name is Jessica!''
She – Jessica – walked out of the bathroom, not bothering to clean herself up. The music from the club blasted through the door as she opened it. I ripped the condom off of my flaccid cock and slid down the cold tiles. Identical emotions coursed through me every time I fucked a random woman. Anger and desolation. I was getting too old for this. I was turning forty-FUCKING-one for crying out loud. I wanted to be married now, with 2.5 kids and a dog.
After a few moments of silence to gather my thoughts, I stood and zipped up my jeans. Turning on the tap, I splashed cold water over my face and stared at the man in the mirror. I hardly recognized myself any more. I had large, purple bags under my bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep. I knew that I probably smelt like stale cigarettes, alcohol and sex. I couldn't find it in myself to care. I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. Then I walked out of the bathroom before exiting the club.
Alone.