Bella finds the line of professionalism crossed between her and her boss when a drunken night leads to her sleeping with the most eligible bachelor in LA, Edward Cullen, her businessman boss who she works as a maid for.
(Warnings: sexual content, explicit language, fingering, oral, grinding, rough, so much dirty talk bless, etc, etc)
THIRD PERSON POV
Working for Edward Cullen is relatively easy for Bella.
The wealthy bachelor was rarely ever home so Bella didn't have to worry about stumbling over her words or tripping in front of him every day like she did the first time she met him, when she had her interview. Now whenever she passes his study she has to remember to keep her eyes forward and not look over at the room that reminded her of the embarrassing moment when she tripped into the door of her soon to be employer the day her interview was scheduled.
Edward had been standing at his desk when Steven, one of the other butlers opened the door for Bella and she tripped on the crack between the different floorboards that met from the hallway and the room, Edward turning his head to see her stumble and Steven, bless him, catch her in time before she made a royal ass of herself which she sort of might as well done. If you're going to fall, at least fall all the way.
He'd obviously been amused, a slight smile pulling at his sharp features from where he stood with a glass in his hand and a portfolio in the other, looking rather formal and of high superiority compared to Bella who borrowed her sister's black dress and pulled her hair back in a ponytail in efforts to look formal for the occasion and classy at the same time. But who cared about that anyways? The prospect of class? She was applying to be his maid; not much class in scrubbing the floor of a mansion the size of the whole block of your home and picking up after a man whose hair probably has better warranty than her car.
But nevertheless, Edward obviously saw that she'd do well enough for the job, because he hired her that same day despite the hundreds of others whom had applied. Edward Cullen is a very popular and single businessman, Bella was sure at least a handful of elite people themselves had applied to be his maid just to get a glimpse of him or fulfill their Cinderella fantasies and begin a love affair with the entrepreneur.
Bella really wasn't after all of that. She just needed a job.
That morning was like the many before, by the time Bella had unlocked the back door and got inside the house through the kitchen where she greeted the rest of the staff Edward had already left and there was a list of things he needed her to get done for him while he was out waiting her attention with a pair of keys on the kitchen counter.
Setting her bag down on the table and her coat, Bella scanned over the paper. Get his bedroom fixed up, call up his mother's house to see if she was free for the dinner reservations he had booked next week, use the money waiting for her on his bedside table upstairs to buy Ash that model airplane he wanted for his birthday, help the staff prepare for the party he would be hosting in celebration for the success he received sealing the deal on a new sister business to add to his ever growing resume of success, pick up his laundry….the usual splurge of work she had set for her when she came into work six days out of seven.
You'd expect Bella to run into Edward sometime in the six days out of seven she works at the Cullen residence, but that is not the case. She recalls bumping into Edward just two months ago when she went upstairs to fix up his room only to find some blond chick underneath his sheets and catching just a glimpse of him as he climbed out of bed right when she opened the door, his back to her so he didn't know she entered as he went to the bathroom. At least she got a great shot of his ass which, in all honesty, the least she could get for working so hard. She considered it a personal reward.
Bella got to it. She got upstairs and picked up the missing heels and panties with a grimaced expression, trying to swallow whatever pride she had left in her being and reminding herself that this is what pays for her rent, this is what pays for her bills and her schooling. So if she must pick up dozens (honestly how many women did he sleep with last night? Christ.) of pink laced panties and bottles of diamond incrusted bottles of alcohol and fix up his bed, then she must do it.
The staff was pretty much set to fix up the party alone, Elaine ensuring Bella to get Mr. Cullen's washing done so she could retreat back home to her shared apartment with her roommate and go on yet another expressive rant about the fact that she spends half her life in a damn mansion and yet can't afford more than a ten dollar dinner. It wasn't her fault. She's a college kid, there's no such thing as a rich college kid. Unless you're Bella's roommate who doesn't even pay her half of the rent, her share being covered by her mom. Bella swears sometimes she's the only young person slaving away in LA.
Getting to the garage, Bella locked the door behind her before flicking the light on. She pulled the key out of her back pocket she'd gotten earlier in the morning beside the list and hit the button to unlock the car. A beeping sounding from the far end of the spacious garage.
Skipping down the steps, Bella sighed and pushed her hair behind her ear, hitting the button again and stopping in her tracks when the red Audi flickered its lights at her. She felt her lips part and the immediate thought that this must be a game came into her mind. No way would he give her the keys to his expensive, really horridly expensive exotic car just to run his errands? But then again, Bella was sure he could afford another.
So when she slipped into the front seat of the Audi she felt less responsibility, pulling out of the garage. Bella was almost startled to death when Elaine's face came into view on a screen on the dashboard.
"Don't get too excited, love. The last girl got fired for scraping the rear end of Mr. Cullen's Range Rover." She sent a warm smile.
"Seriously?" Bella cocked a brow, scoffing. "This car is probably worth like, five Range Rovers wrapped into one." Elaine laughed, shrugging.
"True, but then again it was Edward's father who fired her. I don't know, be careful. I'll need your help with getting the decorations around the foyer when you arrive."
"Okay." Bella nodded, sending Elaine a smile before she waved and the screen returned back to its previous digital default, AUDI written in bold, gold letters shimmering every so often. Only when she got on the road did it turn into a camera with view from each side of the car and the rear. She let out a breath. Nope, the responsibility was still there. She felt the weight of driving around in something so pricey.
Bella definitely got confused glances when she went into the laundry in the part of town she gets her own, people eyeing the whip she rolled up in and wondering how a girl like her could come from a car like that, a girl with a greying college state sweatshirt, messy bun and chucks in a car worth more than the whole neighborhood's mortgage put together. She had to keep a hawk eye on the Audi the whole time she was in the store, weary of people who would attempt to steal it.
Bella had money from work, enough to take care of herself and she had whatever help her mom would offer, though Bella constantly insisted that her mom should stop trying to sneak money into the cards she'd send her every so often. She was as rich as a hardworking college kid could be which, next to her boss, meant nothing. But she was pleased with the hard work and effort she puts into life and considers her cozy apartment and simple sedan a sentiment to that.
Here's the thing about life—it doesn't warn you when it wants to fuck up your day, your life, or in Bella's case, source of income because one moment she is waiting in line to get Mr. Cullen's clothes back and the next a towing truck is coming along and taking the Audi out of the spot she parked it in.
Now Bella forced into a corner, in a state of panic wondering if she should attempt to leave the busy line and go to the car or stay in line and pray she doesn't lose her job when her boss gets a call from work that his Audi is being towed, unable to stare in bewilderment any longer, rushes out into the street.
"Hey! HEY! YOU! What do you think you're doing?! Give it back!"
"And let me guess, you're Edward Cullen?" the burly guy chuckled, shaking his head and looking back down at his clipboard, scribbling on the paper while the car lifted off the pavement, people going about their lives around them.
"This is my bosses car, I drove it here to pick up his clothes, you can't just fucking take it! Right?! Please me you can't just take this car!"
"Sorry but I can. Unless you are willing to come down to our offices and have a talk with administration…I'm just doing my job. The meter clearly was never paid and the car was posing a distraction."
"Distraction?! I know this thing is fucking bright as hell but c'mon! Just give it back…Bill." Bella read the name tag, doe eyes pleading.
Bill shrugged. "Nothing I can do ma'am."
"Yes, there is, Bill. I'm coming with you and I'm getting my car back." Bella spat, pulling her phone out. "Wait there!" She pointed, frustrated at Bill who raised his hands, signaling surrender to whatever fate held against him if he so much as moved an inch.
Bella tapped the toe of her red chucks on the pavement anxiously, begging Elaine to answer as she anxiously ran her fingers through her locks, having pulled the band out of her hair and putting it around her wrist to let her hair free. She looked a mess, she was sure of it.
"Elaine!" Bella shouted when the woman answered.
"Yes, Bella? Is something wrong honey?"
"Elaine I'm going to need you to make a stop at Kennedy's Laundromat!"
"What? Bella, I'm getting ready for the party—
"And I'm getting ready to lose my job if you don't come down here! Lenny and the rest of the staff can handle the party! I need Mr. Cullen's clothes to be picked up while I go to the towing offices and get his car back."
"Oh, Bella…okay, but please get here on time. I actually like you, don't get yourself fired."
"I can't make that promise." Bella replied, shutting off her phone. "Okay, Bill! Let's go!"
XX
Bella knows she's in deep shit because by the time she's aware of the time, it's 8:10, exactly three hours ago from when she was standing in line just waiting to get the clothes. The towing company clearly had more important things to do, like ruin other people's lives by just grabbing their vehicles, because administration didn't show until thirty minutes ago, a woman named Sylvia claiming she'd meet with Bella in a few while she settled at her desk.
Bella had been sitting antsy in a seat tucked away from the buzzing office in the back of the store connected to the garage where many cars sat, waiting for their owners to come bail them out, so to speak. She sat in a chair with her shoe tapping nervously, hair in messy tuffs framing her face which was evidently in a permanent frown as she held tightly the cup they'd given her coffee in an hour ago, apologizing for her wait.
When Bella finally got the keys back it was only because they had to inform Edward that his car had been towed and he paid to have it released, meaning Bella was already a nervous, panicked mess when she parked the car in the garage and ran to the door to explain herself. She couldn't lose her job, she needed her job. How would she pay for her dozens of packs of Ramen she loads up on every week to stick in the microwave while she studies? How will she sustain her Red Bull intake during mid-terms? How would she fucking have a place to live?
Digging her teeth so deep into her plump bottom lip that she drew blood, Bella pushed the garage door open and was shocked to find two girls making out in a dark corner beside her, her heart jumping in her chest at the loud music blaring and lights going around the house. Shutting the door and locking it behind her, Bella, pushed her hair behind her ears and self-consciously wandered into the house full of A-listers and up and coming models, many recognizable faces in the crowd dancing or lounging around lazily making her want to shrink into herself or dissipate into thin air, whichever was more convenient.
She was aware that she didn't look like them, if the Kim Kardashian game were still a prevalent part of her life (which she will never admit to spending her Ramen money on buying those tokens, ever) she'd be a level C celebrity, or lower, if possible, compared to the dozens of Willow Papes glaring at her with dead, narcotic heavy eyes and drooping lids.
Bella was vaguely aware she wasn't ugly, she had a nice physical features, meaning her beauty was very much so existent, particularly her eyes that, though she more often than not hide by looking down nervously all of the time, are very alluring and intriguing. She was pretty fair but had a beautiful figure and long brown bundles of hair and perky ass, full lips and long lashes, thin but beautifully shaped brows. But that didn't mean she felt any less felt nervous next to the other girls in tight dresses and edgy makeup.
Bella's heart stammered in her chest and her palms felt sweaty as she maneuvered around the people standing here and there conversing, many of them barely even blinking at her, thankfully, until she spotted a familiar head of dirty blonde locks in the kitchen.
The rest of the staff had gone home, like Bella should be whenever there is a party sans the butlers who were serving, so she saw no one familiar, well no one who she didn't know personally, she was pretty positive Gigi Hadid was playing pool out of the corner of her eye with Hayley Baldwin. Act like they don't exist, lord knows that's what they think of you, Bella reminds herself as she makes her way to the crowd of woman around Edward. She couldn't even say Edward, Mr. Cullen was familiar to her. She saw the man once other than the time he interviewed her; she only remembers how he looks because she's positive it's hard to forget such undeniable beauty, but also because his face is gracing the covers of editorials and online articles devoted to spilling information on eligible bachelors such as Edward which, Bella totally doesn't spend her time reading when she should be studying, no, most definitely not.
Bella tugs her sleeves down over her fingers and crumples the cotton nervously, her voice soft at first she calls "Mr. Cullen" behind the crowd of women, until she calls out louder, "Mr. Cullen!" wearily, a few girls on the outside of the group around him shooting her looks causing her cheeks to deepen into a rose tint as her face warms. What is she doing here? Bella was thinking of taking a quick exit, making a run for it and just waiting for the undoubtable phone call she'd receive the next day telling her she was fired when Edward turned around, a bright grin on his face as he rose his glass, catching Bella's beautiful eyes behind the see of bodies around him and dropping his glass.
"Bella." He said in a soothing voice, like he was testing the name out on his tongue, seeing if he liked it. He cocked a brow. "Yes?" the sea parted and thus, Bella was in Edward's clear sight, the girls watching her with faint interest.
"I just um, I wanted to know if you got your laundry?" she asked. It came out dumber than she planned and the women laughed, hiding their giggles behind their glasses of champagne with their mean grins deepening. Bella felt her heart sink but Edward didn't make fun, simply grinned faintly.
"Yes, Bella, I got my laundry."
"She's you're maid? Figures." A girl beside Edward taunts, the women beside her laughing. Edward doesn't look at her when he replies.
"Your point? She's more useful to me than you." He said with a low, gravely voice. Bella feels her throbbing heart slow a bit in its cage as the girl looks clearly embarrassed, turning and weaving her way through the others, pushing into Bella as she makes her way to the living room.
Edward lifted his fingers, signaling her over for his amusement, and who was Bella to deny her bosses good graces? She worked for the dude after all and got his Italian sports car towed, she might as well do as summoned and come closer despite the closing of her throat.
"Thirsty?" he questioned in that low voice of his, brows coming together in interest. He was looking at her, really look at her and examining her like she was under a microscope…Bella didn't know how to feel about that. She barely saw him and he barely saw her so yeah, maybe just maybe he just wanted to inspect the maid that'd been working for him for months, but some part of her was leaning towards the illegitimate chance that Mr. Richer Than Most Who Could Probably Buy The Whole of America if he Really Wanted to was actually interested in her also. She cleared her hazy mind and opened her mouth to speak.
"I um, I'm under age. I don't think I should." She replies. Edward's lips curl.
"But do you want to? You could use it, loosen up." His slow voice drawls and she takes in how composed and in charge he always is; he leads the conversation, whenever he's speaking he is the one with the upper hand. Whenever his slow, silky smooth voice reverberated through the walls of the house as he argued lowly with some other business partner on the line of the phone Bella had heard his authoritative side….she liked it, but it was scary in a sense also and made a shrill crawl through her.
"I mean, okay." She felt pressured into it, falling into the stool before the counter as Edward lifted his eyes from her and looked to the side, tilting his head over so slightly, motioning Darren over with alcohol.
The butler came around and poured a fizzy, bubbly alcoholic beverage into a tall glass, sitting it before Edward before pouring another and sitting it before Bella who looked around, anywhere but at Edward who kept his eyes on her as she took in the atmosphere. People were making out, caressing against each other here and there against the walls of the mansion and were rubbing against themselves on the furniture, roaring out song lyrics. Her head was swimming just thinking about cleaning this mess the next day.
"Cheers," Edward offers a gentle pull at his lips, lifting his glass and Bella does the same. She tilts her head back and lets the warm, burning sensation infused with the spicy taste of the alcohol hit her taste buds and slid it's way down her throat and through her, her chest burning and body flushed as she blinks, trying to regain herself as the warmth travels down to her belly.
Edward gives Bella his drink and urges her on, watching her tilt her head back and drink, her red, plump lips closing around the glass as the fizzy substance lurches down her throat again.
She clears her throat as she brings her head back down, coughing and batting her lashes, waving her hands before her face. "Thank you," she forces out, licking her lips. Edward chuckles.
"Never had Chardonnay?" He guessed. Bella nods, slightly buzzed already—the glasses are tall, she swears there are like three shots per pint—she'll swear it's not her fault. She feels floaty and giggly, grinning amusedly at Edward who is utterly amused, laughing and shaking his head.
"So tell me, what happened to that car of mine?" he breathes, fingers lifting from around his wrist below his watch, motioning Darren over again and grabbing the bottle. There are Swarovski crystals around the alcohol bottle and the lights bouncing off of it makes Bella bat her lashes and groan.
"Oh please, Mr. Cullen. You could afford another if you wanted. I've read those articles about you. What is it you make a year? Something like….30 million? More?"
Edward drops his head, chuckling. "God, I'm drunk already? I'm going to regret this tomorrow." Bella muses. "Don't fire me please, I need this job." She grins, laughing. Edward isn't offended at all, simply intrigued by this beautiful lady he'd never taken the time to really meet. Alcohol helps, he realizes, in starting a conversation. Bella is leading the way and for once Edward is cool to listen and lather in the attention she's giving him.
"I won't fire you. You're right, I don't really give a damn about the car." Edward replies. Bella laughs, grabbing the bottle from Edward's long fingers.
"I should pour us some more of this, yeah?" she smiles lightly. Edward loosens up his cuffs.
"Go ahead."
XX
About three hours later and the party is no longer a party, just Edward and Bella sitting on a larger than life bed, a bottle of alcohol between them as Bella groans into her large mug of tea. Edward had, surprisingly to Bella, now that she's a little sobered up and reflecting on the night, sent the butlers home and made the tea himself. Shit, she didn't think the guy ever made his own bed before but apparently he can do that too because here they are.
Unbeknownst to Edward, while Bella was in her heavily intoxicated state and later her sobered state, she was quite easy company to have. She didn't kiss his ass every time she walked into a large house, instead complained that he's annoying wealthy and to just buy off tuition already so she can shorten her days at work. He thought she was funny and cool to have around. It also helped that she was attractive which he took in sitting beside her, watching as her face continuously flushes as she rambled on about this or that, oblivious to his fond.
"So yeah, that's how I acquired this amazingly and wicked scar." She pointed at it on her foot where she dug her heel into the amazingly nice feeling white sheets that felt cool and nice against her warming skin. "What exactly is it that you do anyways?" Bella says after a while, when her tea has sobered her up enough that her vision isn't cloudy and she can focus her golden irises on Edward's mocha ones, inspecting his face and body for flaws that were nowhere to be found.
"You've read how much I make and the shit I've bought but never thought to figure out just what it is I do? Sounds pretty much like half the other people who've spoken to me this night." Edward hints, grinning.
"Oi, please. I showed you a scar on my big toe, I don't think anyone at your party is insane enough to do that, especially not when it's their boss." Bella snaps, pushing his shoulder. Edward feels a rumble crawl through his chest as he laughs. She kind of thinks she shouldn't be so at home and comfortable beside her employer but it's hard to focus on anything but Edward's beauty. His hair and his tanned skin and tight muscles beneath bronzed skin and his jawline, his blown pupils, his plump lips, his cute beauty marks scattered over his skin, tattoos and just Edward Edward Edward, all Bella can think about is Edward and his warmth spreading over to her side of the bed. Plus you know, he's got a pretty good personality too which is a plus, of course.
"I'm an entrepreneur of sorts…carry on my legacy as a Cullen and move my great grandfather's company along." He shrugs. Edward looks like the portrait of a composed, all too attractive businessman in his button down and dress pants, but there is a source of authority taken away from his appearance with his cuffs rolled to his elbows showing his tattoos and his button down unbuttoned and exposed just before his abdomen, arm hanging onto his leg bent at the knee beside Bella, running his fingers through his hair.
"You look too hot to be a business man, Calvin Klein model, but not business man. You don't have greying hair and a look of despair and lost resolution swimming in your eyes." Bella jokes, Edward laughing, shaking his head.
"It'll come along soon enough." Edward shrugs, taking a swig of the alcohol between them before capping it and dropping it between them.
"Not if you leave what you're doing if you don't like it. I mean, you have enough money to live the rest of your life more than happily."
Edward shrugs. "I could give the company over to my brother but my dad specifically gave it to me and it'd be kind of like disowning my own family just up and leaving like that. It'd be seen as much too disrespectful. I'm the face of the brand. People read House of Cullen and see my face, my name. I can't." he shrugs. Edward pauses before voicing out "Why am I telling you this? You're my maid. You should be cleaning something or whatever." He shoots her a cocky grin and Bella really wants to hit him over the head but also like ride his dick until her legs are wobbly for a week straight. She didn't know the combination went together but here she is, grinning madly at him.
"Because I'm easy to talk to? I don't sit with a stick up my ass like all these other models at your parties?" she guesses. Edward narrows his gaze, nibbling on his bottom lip.
"I could give you something else to sit on." He teases.
"You know, we are crossing the bounds of professionalism and the relationship between employer and employee."
"So you don't want me to fuck you into this bed right now?" he cocks a brow. Bella goes parched all of the sudden and clears her throat, surprised. Edward's gaze is unwavering and she swears she didn't know it was possible to be this confident.
"I mean, I can't—I wouldn't, like I'm not saying you shouldn't, i'm just—fuck." She breathes out, flustered and Edward gives her another confident, smug gaze in success.
"All that talking you did before and you can't keep up with me now that I'm coming onto you? C'mon Bella, up your game baby girl." Edward teases, pulling her by her sweatshirt and into him. Edward's fingers fit around Bella's cotton sweatshirt and tug her down into him as he sinks into the pillows, her legs between his and her bun loosening at the nape of her neck.
"Edward," she breathes shakily.
"Hm?" he inquires.
"I um," Bella clears her throat "you remember how I said I needed this job? Well, that still applies like, a lot, I really fucking need this job and I don't want to—"
Bella would've kept going, she swears she would've, but Edward shuts her up with his wet, plump lips sliding against hers' so heavenly and his lips taste like something sweet and intoxicating and she's swimming in lust and she can't manage another word but a moan that creeps from her lips and into Edward's, her fingers fisting his button down. She tries not to claw at it so she has less work to do when she surely has to wash and fix it up tomorrow when she comes in.
Edward's left hand slides up Bella's side as she hums brokenly, Edward's fingers tugging at her sweatshirt before slipping his fingers up and into it, cool fingertips against burning skin.
Bella is sure she's going to drown in the wetness growing between her legs as she involuntarily bucks her hips against Edward's thigh that's sliding between thighs, causing high pitches moans to leave the swollen mounds of her lips. "J-jEdward," she breathes against his lips as Edward's hand slides up her curves underneath her sweatshirt and slides into her bra, hand pawing her breast and running his thumb over the perky nipple, arousal shooting through Bella and bolting straight to her throbbing clit as she bucks her hips again, gasping.
"I've been thinking about how much I've wanted to wreck you since you walked into the party, Bella." Edward hisses in her ear, Bella shuttering as her hips press forward and up Edward's leg and suddenly she's flush against his hips, pressing his sudden erection the crouch of her jeans between where she's throbbing in pleasure and her inner thigh.
"Fuck baby, you sound so sweet when you moan, I wonder how good you'd sound if I had a taste of that sweet pussy of yours, I know your wet just thinking about me fucking you, aren't you?"
And Bella can't lie, she's never been good at it and it's not working this time either, she groans, nodding her head and moaning out a faint 'yes' into Edward's heated neck before he's turning them around and she's below him and her eyes can't focus on not one thing but everything about Edward fucking Cullen, eyes traveling from his eyes to his body to his heaving chest as he growls out a moan pressing his erection against her before leaning down and claiming her mouth, clearly just as turned on as Bella and needing immediate release. "Edward," Bella's brows meet as she moans, her hands sliding into his locks and holding onto the swirls of blonde and brown, nibbling on his bottom lip as he bucks his hips forward and against hers'. "Fuck, I'm gonna," Bella's shivering from head to toe—the pleasure, the friction is too much. He's so close and pressed right against where she needs, her tingling clit feeling the pressure of Edward's erection against hers, swell and amazing, pressed against her core. "I'm close," Bella mumbles and Edward sucks her bottom lip into his mouth before kissing her longingly and sliding his tongue between her lips, licking into her mouth and pulling more moans out of her.
"Can't have that, can we? Not before I get to see how wet you are."
Bella moans, Edward's hips stopping and her hips being forced down by his palms. Edward bites down her jaw and neck, sucking a fresh few hickies into her skin before licking over them and kissing the sore skin, hands pressing her down into the mattress to keep her hips from stirring. Bella lifts her knee below Edward and her leg meets his crouch and his brows meet. Bella moves her thigh between his legs, hoping to urge him into submission. "C'mon, Edward." She hisses, her friction she's providing clouding Edward's mind.
"Daddy." Edward breathes, bites into her jaw, dark eyes lifting to meet hers'. Bella's cheeks deepen into a rose color, her lips parting to moan as she complies to his wishes.
"Please, daddy, I need your cock, I need you inside of me, I know you'd like that." Bella supplies and Edward groans into her neck, sucking a violent purple into her bronzed skin causing Bella to moan.
"Fucking hell, Bella, why so anxious baby girl? I'll give you what you need, if you're ready for it. I'll fill you up so good no one else will ever compare to the way I lay it down on you, you'll feel how deep I was in you whenever you go to sit down, whenever you bend over you'll remember how tightly I'll be holding your hair and fucking into you." Edward's hand slides down and into Bella's jeans and he instantly feels how wet her heat his, she's so wet she's got slick on her inner thighs and she fucking can't breathe, not with these tight ass jeans on that won't let her breathe and are restricting Edward from just fucking her already .
"Take them off." Bella rasps, eyes fluttering as she looks down between their bodies.
Edward pulls Bella up and into a sitting position, tugging her sweatshirt up and off and tugging her into his lap as he falls back into a sit on the bed.
Bella lifts her legs and straddles Edward's bucking into his lap and rubbing her hips up and against Edward's sliding his erection through his dress pants against her jeans and Edward curses in pleasure, moans a nice moan that Bella can see being the ringtone on her phone, the bell on her front door, the beeper on her car, she just loves the noise and wants to hear it forever.
Bella sits up on her knees on either side of Edward as Edward grabs her waist and pulls her forward, sucking hickies into her neck and chest, hands sliding down to the swell of her ass and groping her bum, Bella gasping suddenly as he forcefully tugs them down along with her panties so her bare ass is in his hands as he grabs onto her, mouthing at the valley between her breasts, licking over his hickies. Edward's pretty sure he's in love with Bella's booty as she can tell so she says vaguely, "Different than that model booty you're used to, huh?" she grins in humor. Edward looks up at her from below his lashes, his teeth latched onto the lace push up bra and the view is so hot Bella wants polaroids of this moment.
"Hell yeah," he supplies before tugging the jeans down her thighs to her knees. Bella falls into Edward's lap and she pulls him forward by the shoulder, pressing her chest against his as she moves her mouth against his, tasting the sweet taste of Edward Cullen and getting drunk off of it. Edward tugs the jeans down her legs on either side of him as Bella pulls open his button down, buttons flying around them and dropping to the sheets. Well, there goes that expensive ass suit.
Bella stands to her feet before Edward and he pulls the jeans off her ankles, throws them to the side and grabs her ass, pushing her hips forward. Edward kisses at Bella's thighs, biting the flesh before kissing up her hips and licking over the string of lace around her hips.
"I can smell how wet you are." He muses, looking up at her as he tugs at her undies with those long fingers of his. Bella hums in pleasure, so turned on and aroused that she's tingling just having her sex so close to his face, so close that his breath ghosts over her clit over the fabric of lace.
He slips his fingers into the lace by her hips and tugs down, kissing down each reveal of skin until he drops the lace to her ankles. Bella's breath hitches and suddenly she's unable to breathe, unable to think because her bare sex is being ogled by a pair of wealthy and powerful eyes, the same eyes that have stared into the souls of investors and celebrities now on her vagina. She feels pretty powerful, if she's being honest.
Edward wraps his fingers at Bella's hips, pulling her down and sitting her in his lap. Bella's eyes meet Edward's as she pushes the button down off his shoulders until he takes the rest off. She nibbles on her bottom lip as she undoes his zipper and button, Edward reclining on his hands and watching her with confident, bold eyes. Bella would've thought if there was ever a moment to be nervous, it's this moment, but she's more alive, more herself as she looks back just as intense, actually slipping her hand into his pants when the zipper is tugged all the way down and wrapping as much of her hand around him as she can, stroking him slowly as she tugs on her bottom lip, watching as Edward's face contorts into that of pleasure, milky white teeth contrasting against pink as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.
"You like that daddy, want to feel how tight I am around you?" she teases, running her thumb across the slit on the head of Edward's cock, Edward cursing out a "fuck" as his dick twitches in her hold, throbbing in Bella's hand. "I'd like that too." She hums hintingly, grinning with misty eyes as Edward take initiative. He leans forward, tugging her lower bun out and holding onto her locks as his lips mesh against hers', his other hand working at her bra before it loosens and he takes the strapless piece off, dropping it to the side. Bella faintly remembers picking up bras from the ground this morning and knows this isn't a new event for Edward, shouldn't take this personally, shouldn't view this as much than a fuck. But when his lips taste so good and his attention is glued to her it's hard for her not to feel like the only girl in the world who matters and that's something she never felt before.
She's also never fucked a multi-millionaire but hey, we all have firsts, right?
Bella lifts from Edward's lap and falls to her knees, tugging the dress pants along with his briefs off and dropping them to the side after she pulls away from his warm lips.
Edward grabs Bella's waist and lays her down on the pillows, hands grabbing her hands and pressing her hands into the sheets, his hold tight as he kisses her with a rough press of lips and tugging teeth and roaming tongue, it's all very erotic and Bella is losing herself slowly, feeling her sink into Edward and her arousal creep into her delirium, confusing wrong and right so that she couldn't think this was her boss, she could only view him as a handsome face with a very intriguing personality who just so happened to want to bone her which, given, never happens, so she wasn't listening to that voice that told her to stop before she goes there.
Edward's single finger trails down her breasts, around both of her nipples and back down her abdomen before pressing against Bella's clitoris, her body jumping as her arousal seeps out of her, Edward's middle and ring fingers running down her folds and to her entrance, running his fingers over her entrance and feeling her slick against his fingertips, growling into her lips as she flutters her eyes open, eyes dancing over his face as she feels her body light up like fireworks as his fingers rub her clit in circles, rubbing in slow strokes and dipping down between her folds as she shivers and hums out moans.
"So wet, can't wait to fuck this pretty pussy of yours'." Edward says and Bella's pride is wavering to the point where she doesn't even try to act unaffected, moaning every time Edward's fingers brush her clit and run down her folds and up again, his dirty words hitting her like a pang of pleasure to her center every time his dirty words laced with his silky smooth voice roam and find their way to her ears.
"Imagine how good I'll feel wrapped around you, tight, hot, wet, just for you Edward—fuck," Bella catches a faint gasp in her throat "—all for you. I need you, fuck," she curls her body into his and bites down on his shoulder, taking this chance to lick over his salty skin and suck a hickey into his bronzed complexion. Edward is in a haze, Bella's words taking over his mind.
Edward's fingers are replaced with the head of his dick then, running between her folds and pressing against Bella's throbbing clit in up and down motions, her arousal slick against Edward's shaft making them both curse out a "fuck", bucking into the feeling.
"Look at that, look how good that looks baby." Edward's eyes are trained on his dick slipping between Bella's folds and Bella looks down, letting out a shaky breath at the erotic scene below her, her clit tingling and her body overwhelmed against Edward's shaft as it works between her folds before prodding at her entrance, Edward teasingly entering her before pulling back out and repeating, Bella clutching onto the headboard and scrapping at the leather.
"Fuck, that looks so hot." She complies, brows meeting as one. "You want to fuck me hard, don't you daddy," she purrs, her lids heavy as she bucks her hips up, "fuck me until I can't walk or sit properly, fuck me so good I can't even think of any other person when I need someone to fuck, yeah?"
"Jesus, Bella." Edward groans, shaking his head.
"Whenever I'm turned on, whenever I'm hot you'll be all I'm thinking about." She promises, shifting her hips ever so slightly so that her entrance meets Edward's head and fuck, it's taking every single ounce of willpower for him not to fuck her hard until he's worn out, but he relents, stirs his hips against hers' and runs his dick between her folds.
"Keep talking like that and I won't be able to refrain from fucking you, Bella."
"Mmm, please do, daddy, fuck me." She curls her lips up deviously and well, where did this come from? Bella surely can't recognize herself in this moment. Part of her thinks she's trying to be more memorable than those girls' bras she'd picked up that morning. She wanted Edward to think of her whenever he tried to bring another girl to his bed and couldn't even focus on her because all he needed was to slide into Bella so slowly and well just like she knew he could. Yeah, that's all she wanted in this moment.
Edward trails his lips and tongue occasionally down Bella's body as she clutches the bed, ribs lifting as she breathes heavily, body arching into the feel of Edward's lips until his mouth meets her sex and he holds back no longer, mouth moving against her like he wanted nothing more than her taste on his lips. Bella gasps, sitting up before dropping back to the sheets, clutching them harshly as Edward swirls his tongue against her clit, his serpent like tongue flicking against her bud and causing arousal to seep out of her.
Bella sucks in shaky breaths as Edward sucks on her clit, closing his lips around her core and sucking softly before letting her clit go and licking up her arousal, humming at the taste of her sweet taste on his tongue, flicking his tongue against her sex between her lips as she came more and more with the flicking of his tongue.
"E-Edward," Bella breathings, sitting up and holding onto his hair as she watches with blow pupils as Edward easts her out, humming against her clit and shooting pleasure up her spine. She laces her dark nails through his hair and runs her fingers through his locks as his tongue flattens and presses against her clit, feeling it throb against the heavy weight of muscle against her core, sucking her clit harder this time as Bella cries out, holding onto his hair for leverage as she bucks her hips forward, stirring under the feel of Edward's tongue against her entrance, licking into her tight walls and pressing his tongue against her walls before licking up her folds and running his tongue against her clitoris.
Edward sucks a few moans and cries out of Bella, fingers sliding down and into her, fingers curling and uncurling before he pulls his mouth away from her sex, Bella lying back as Edward sucks hickies into her hips and sides, for her to see every day she gets dressed, for him to know that every morning and every night her cheeks blush as she runs her fingers over her bruised hips and sides, neck and breasts, knowing the faint trace of Edward's lips were there. He bit her hip and nibbled back down to her core, speeding his tongue against her.
Bella seeps out and onto Edward's fingers as her walls clamp around his fingers, his fingers brushing her g-spot with every curls as he sucks her clit and moves his tongue back down her folds, Bella crying out in pleasure as a weight lifts itself off of her, her body feeling like it's floating through a euphoric universe, her orgasm clashing through her as she comes on Edward's tongue, his fingers slipping out of her as he laps up her arousal, licking back up to her oversensitive core and back down again. When he meets her eyes he licks up his fingers obscenely, winking at her.
Bella wraps her legs around Edward and holds onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he slides a condom over his great length. Bella is sucking in a breath when Edward's sliding into her, sheathing through her—no easy feat, her body tensing around him as he nudges through her, her breathing hard to properly circulate through her body causing her mind to grow hazy as she feels his head hit her g-spot and she gasps, because he's finally fully inside of her, inch by great inch wrapped around by Bella as she tightens around him, Edward cursing at how nice she feels.
Bella gasps, unable to buck her body up, unwilling and not needing too, Edward putting in the work synonymous with a wave crashing into sore, hard and powerful, unrelenting. Edward's length fucks into her hard and fast, Bella not having time to adjust and she knows at this point she deserves it for teasing him so much, but damn, when Edward Cullen wants something he takes in and leaves you unable to comprehend a moment of it.
Edward laces his fingers with Bella's and rolls his body downward like a tidal wave, putting his hold body into his strokes so that his chest lifts and rocks up and down, his hips clashing into Bella as he fills her before his abdomen rolls down and finally his chest, his breathing short and fast in her ear as he fucks into her with sharp intention, his head hitting that deep place within her causing her to quiver in his wake, legs tight around him and her head lolling to the side before her chin is grabbed by Edward, his hold pulling her forward and crashing her lips against his so that she moans, her bottom lip drawing blood by the feel of rough teeth brushing against sore lips and her gasps being swallowed down by growls on Edward's end, drinking her in and licking into her mouth. Bella is in ecstasy, never wants to leave, never wants to do anything but this.
The bed sounds beneath them and the headboard slams into the wall and if they weren't so focused on each other maybe they'd tone it down, but they are chasing an impending orgasm that has heat curling up into a tight, wound up ball in the pit of Bella's abdomen, release critical.
"Fuck daddy fuck, oh my god," Bella gasps, rolling her head to the side and biting at the pillow as Edward rocks his hips and holy fuck, how the hell is it possible for him to move like that? He's causing a delicious friction at her clit as the tamed hair leading down from below his belly button and downward brushes against Bella's core, her clit throbbing in pleasure and her walls tightening around Edward, his teeth clenching as he hissed.
"You feel so good Bella, so tight, so wet, fuck, you're perfect." He shakes his head, putting in the work with stamina Usain Bolt would envy, Bella caught herself thinking. But that thought was cut off of course because Edward lifted Bella's legs, slowing his thrust.
"Oh my fuck!" she gasps, feeling him now more than ever as the both of them take in the sight of Edward's immaculate length easing into Bella's tight, wet pussy and Bella can swear she sees heart eyes in Edward's blown pupils. She feels cocky so she shifts her hips and fuck, she gasps, feeling Edward hit a place in her she'd never know, Edward cursing out too as he rocks into her.
Edward pins Bella's legs against her sides as he gains leverage holding onto the headboard, fucking her harder and faster and exhausting himself with his fast strokes until his impending orgasm is just there and Bella's is too, the both of them falling over the edge and crying out, Bella moaning and gasping as Edward growls out, Bella clamping around him so Edward can't move all that much, his hips stuttering as they fight to catch their breathing, Edward falling between Bella's legs.
Bella's still panting when Edward mumbles into the crook of her neck, "So is this how you lure people into having sex with you? Talking about your weird foot scar?"
Bella kicks his shin and laughs and Edward curses, her laughter rumbling throughout her as he can't help but chuckle too into her neck. Bella's sure now that she's forgiven for that towing accident. Who knew messing up and getting your bosses laundry could end in an orgasmic bliss? Not Bella, but she wasn't complaining.
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