The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: 22. Voracious
Pen name: goldenmeadow
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: M

Vi…fucking AWESOME!!! Champagne lush, luscious saber tooth tiger (that's her chosen pet name to my puma); foodnetwork lover and coiner of Pedanticward and Cavward who features heavily in this wee fic. Srsly, so much good and bad comes from Vi, *mwah*

Disclaimer: Me and Miss Vi own Pedanticward. SM owns Twi-related stuff.

~~Hey! I changed my title and summary, hope I didn't confuse y'all. So, I started this for the MixItUp Contest, which has been postponed. And It's just too much fun to leave, so I've made it Voracious. It continues on from Touch, in which Bella first met Edward Uncut. I stayed true to the rules of MIU (use three themes from other approved contests); so here are the themes used: Parkaward, Exploration of the Senses, and Darkward LITE, and I probably threw a few more in there, you'll have to let me know… Confused? Fuck, me too~~

To Mr. and Mrs. SlobberMonkey.

Voracious

Forks, Washington

Circa 2006

Edward

When I'd proposed a picnic in our meadow, I definitely had plans for Bella; it was time to take our carnal relationship to the next, deeper, level.

At least she'd closed her eyes on the speedy run to the field, and there wasn't a queasy Bella to contend with as I lowered her gently off my back to the plaid blanket I had set amongst the circular field of flowers, broom, and brush.

Before I could even get a word in edgewise, or my member down her throat lengthwise, Bella interrupted my musings...with the loud complaining of her stomach.

Okay, no nauseous Bella, just hungry Bella.

She didn't want to play footsies, she wanted to play foodie. Her fucking nuisance of a human appetite was quite possibly the biggest cockblocker of our intimate life. Luckily I'd planned ahead and already displayed on the blanket was a feast of epicurean proportions!

While I piled a plate of fine china with decadent morsels I had prepared myself, I caught wind of Bella mumbling under her breath and asked, with a frown upon my arch eyebrows, "What was that, my love?"

She looked up in surprise and with the shameful expression of a child who'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, "Um, I said Icouldgoferaburger, Edward."

In my deliciously aroused state, all I heard was fur burger. And that shit was HOT! Imagining Bella going down on a woman. Hell, I wanted a fur burger too!

"Edward, why are you doing that gulping, eyes-rolling-into-your-head thing?"

My brain caught up with my fantasies, and I mentally smacked myself. For a burger. Damn.

Seriously? A beef burger? "Bella, I'm afraid I don't have any fast food here, just lovingly prepared dishes of the finest freshest ingredients," I smiled through a hint of irritation with what I hoped was loving indulgence.

"Well, what about just a sandwich then?" She looked up at me with her shy wide doe eyes, twirling a lock of her wavy chestnut hair around one of her wee fingers.

Sandwich. Mmmm, girl-on-girl, and me. Leah and Bella and me! Yeah, that Leah was foxy. I bet she did it doggie-style too.

A sandwich. After I'd busted my granite glutes creating this tasty masterpiece of a repast? Shit. Putting on my most pleasant smile I pulled out the wax paper wrapped fluffernutter and watched in disgust as Bella tucked into the peanut butter and marshmallow confection. Until a marbled gooey dollop of PB and M laced her plush peony pink lips, looking for all the world like a soft, sweet, sticky blob of my own ejaculate.

My eyes glazed over for what felt like an erotic eternity as Bella finished her sandwich. My stomach twisted and my balls hitched up when she licked her fingers clean. Only to kill the mood when she opened her mouth, "Pop-?"

It went without saying I had something else in mind for Bella's last course, and I had no doubt it would fill her up nicely, but the woman had to have her Pop Tarts, didn't she? I simply held up an index finger, hid my annoyance with a bland look and dug around the picnic hamper for the silver foil package, probably big enough to house a condom for my rearing-to-go cock-sicle. Tearing into the faux papillote with fierce hungry intent, she plowed through the cold jelly-filled pseudo pastry like Emmett took to a grizzly bear. Like I wanted to grizzle over her lusty body and into her swelteringly wet folds.

A gourmand she was not.

"Dessert course, ma petite chou?" I queried, raising one eyebrow and adjusting my grim mouth into a fantastic crooked half-grin.

Lounging back on my elbows, I widened my legs, my erection making a teepee within my lounge pants. Detestable garments, but easy on, easy off.

Bella frowned, and finished chewing her gummy pastry.

What ever happened to foreplay? Dirty talk? Did she really expect culinary 'afters' instead of a Cullenary sweet end-of-meal course?

Mood killer.

I sat back up, staring straight ahead, bit the inside of my cheek while I hashed out, "Bella, you don't have to," - Hell, who was I kidding, of course she did! - "It's just that we had discussed the possibility of you deep throating."

Wiping her greasy hands on her pretty white peasant skirt so the cotton fabric stained and clung all the more to the pearly thighs I yearned to dive into, Bella crawled to me and reached those sure little hands right into my waistband. Pulling it low over my hips so the elastic snapped onto my unyielding thighs with a resounding THWACK, Bella sat back on her heels observing my obvious arousal standing upright from my groin. And fast becoming unbearably twitchy and even harder beneath her appreciative gaze.

Giggling, shattering the lascivious atmosphere and my manhood, almost, Bella blew across my erection so that it trembled in her hot breeze, "It's so cute…kind of like a pig-in-a-blanket!"

Fuck my life. "I prefer the term cochon en croute," I starkly countered.

Anemic Bella needed her protein, peanuts aside, and I wanted to give her an injection of my own thick substance. I mean, there had to be some nutritional merit to venom, right? Note to self, get Carlisle to test the protein per poison content in our toxic semen.

Called to action, Bella wrapped both her hands around me, hard and tugging with strong gliding up and down motions. At least the grease from the Pop Tart still hiding out in the pleats of her palm provided adequate lube.

"Oh fuck, Bella. That feels so good," I growled, and my hips rolled up and down with her forceful touch. Flattening her palm, she ran its soft hills over and over and over the head of my cock until the globs of pre-cum made a glossy layer over the top of my purpling member.

Back to stroking up and down, Bella started to lower her mouth.

"Fuck yes," I hissed between clenched teeth.

One inch from my dick as it flew in and out of her fists, Bella stopped and looked me in the eye, "Oh my god, Edward, you're such a handful!"

I simply assumed Bella was referring to my sizeable shaft, and not my daunting personality. And I definitely didn't inform her I was such a handful because those hands of hers were just so small against my more-than-impressive length.

Finally she put that luscious plump mouth of hers to better use than talking and eating and opened it over me. The heat inside of her moist cavern was intense to my frigid cold member! Her wet saliva danced down my cock, her tongue tapped all around my head like a blind person's cane on a sidewalk, seeking the best path.

Just as she started bobbing up and down, and I was pushing deeper and deeper into her throat, Bella gagged and sat up, leaving my dick to sway like an abandoned buoy in rough seas.

"You're kind of blinding me with the glare of the sun on your glans, big boy. Where're my shades?"

Jesus fucking Christ, was this a farce?

I quickly scooted us into another, more screened position; one that would aid my goal to get my cock all the way in her mouth. With Bella on her back, me above her face with my knees on either side of her head, affectively shading her from the bright twinkling rays, I lowered my erection into her open mouth. Adjusting forward to maintain the correct angle, working through quick geometry in my head, I felt we were finally making headway.

Jutting my pelvis up and down, my cock made its way inexorably in and out of her very sexy mouth, her lips enveloping me, her petite wan hand creeping up between my legs to cup my balls! I shifted down a tad more, having worked out a new parabola, pushing Bella further into the blanket.

Her head snapped back, my shaft was released from her vacuuming caress with a loud POP -- Bella was a peepee popper!

Grunting and shaking and still rigid as a plank above her, I glowered at Bella.

Rubbing her swollen lips, she lifted her bum and whined, "I think there's a cocklebur in my ass, Edward!"

I'd like to put a cock in your ass, love.

Dismounting, I turned her over, and sure enough a thorny little ball was embedded in the juicy flesh of her behind.

Clearly this wasn't going to work, not here.

Making a quick change of plans, I raced Bella from our less-than-romantic picnic to the house. Having neglected to keep her eyes shut, as I was forever requesting because of her predilection for motion sickness, Bella was wobbly and green around the gills when she disembarked.

Green was definitely not her color. Dark blue, yes. Green, no.

I massaged her back and plied her with a bottle of water until she'd recovered; my dick still priapic to the point of pain.

"Okay, Edward, I think I'm ready to try it again," Bella's color was back, a light pink hue lit her high cheeks and a new fire jigged in her earthy eyes.

'Bout damn time!

Arranging her on the bed, I instructed, "I think it's better if you lie on your back, you were almost getting it in that position back in the meadow."

Bella unfolded her lovely limbs that were now completely disrobed of her grass and grease stained skirt and camisole, "Like this?"

I shucked off my pajama pants and t-shirt and squinted to take in the lines her form made, figuring equations and quantums and possibilities for how best to get my entire cock into her throat. "Yes," I hissed as I watched her recline flat out, "Now just let your head hang off the edge of the bed."

Bella's eyes widened, then narrowed as she scooted to the end I stood at, turgid dick in hand. With no respect for her elders, Bella scorched, "Holy Crow! Who died and left you in charge?"

Mutely I stroked myself and glared at her.

She whispered, upside down and a tiny bit contrite, "Right, you did."

I nodded. And continued, "Now, Bella, you just don't see yourself clearly. I mean, your placement has been all wrong. In order for this to work, you must let me guide you," by my hands to the back of your head!

I tapped her chin with my forefinger, "Open. And relax your throat."

First frowning at me, Bella complied, forming a wet pink 'O' of her mouth. I slid in. And in. And in!

And Holy Shit. I was IN!

I knew this would work! In my imagination, I fist pumped the air.

Guiding my cock with one hand, my other clenched at my hip so I wouldn't clutch her hair and muzzle her with my erection, I planted my feet more solidly and felt a sheer tizzy of tantalizing slick-ridged-heat riding all over my dick!

Writhing against her mouth, rolling my hips with each meeting of my pelvis to her face, Bella's curls brushing my thighs with the contact, I didn't notice the blood rushing to her face, ruddy with more than exertion and blush.

With another peepee popper, Bella pushed me away and sat up slightly, dizzied by all the blood slithering back down into her body.

"What now?" I begged. Christ, I would plead if that's what she needed!

Huffing and puffing and trying to catch her breath, Bella explained in gasps, "I just felt a bit off-kilter down there," she flipped flimsy hands towards my achingly hard member, "And…that flappy thing!"

Fully disconcerted, I floundered, "What?"

She simply shook her head and pointed to my dick.

Flappy thing? What the fuck? Oh. Jesus.

"I thought we already covered this, Bella. Foreskin. Let's review, shall we?" Again, I pulled the durable yet elastic skin that formed a velveteen stole around my cock, "This is a Cavalier, love. You best get used to it."

"Whatever."

Bella had the audacity to roll her eyes at my frighteningly firm fuck-wand, "Your foreskin keeps getting caught in my Invisalign!"

"Darling," I instructed through gritted teeth, "You know you're supposed to take that out when you eat," Not to mention when you suck dick.

Making haste, Bella tossed the blasted mouth-dam into its case before plunking back down.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sat on the bed and groan-growled.

She clambered to me and planted perfect smooth kisses upon my back. Her arms enveloped me from behind, and peering over my shoulder she cajoled, "I think I'm going to call it Rumpelstiltskin."

Irrationally, I smiled. Just a bit. Turning to the side, I captured her lips in a searing kiss and licked over her mouth, "I don't spin gold, love, I spill it."

Maybe I just needed to be harder. Wait. Was that even possible?

Running my nose up and down the thumping arteries in her neck and along her pale-skinned jaw, I nuzzled the tenuous tendon right behind her nautilus earand breathed, "Ready to give it the old college try?"

Hell yes she was. She settled right back into place, earning an ear-to-ear grin and a wink from me.

Slurped me into her mouth and went to work, reinvigorated and getting down to the task at hand!

Voraciously, she sucked me in and out, letting me fuck her mouth. Her teeth grazed a bit too starvingly and I warned between chopping breaths, "Careful, Bella. I'm not serving up one of those Little Debbie Snack Cakes you're so fond of…" –I wish she'd lay off the sweets, Bella was beginning to pack a few pounds on her arse, distorting the girlish mortal figure I'd fallen in love with.

Setting a more sedate pace, still licking me down into her elongated throat, she hummed against my glans.

Fuck yes and more more more, please!

I yanked on my own silky bronze hair with one hand and reached low to grab the back of Bella's head with the other. Fisting her tresses and bringing myself in and out of the puff pastry of her pestling lips.

The mortar of her teeth grinding against me again had me pulling out completely, before cum cascaded out of me, "It's not one of Charlie's fried fish platters, Bella," I shook and stood with my knees hitting the mattress just as my cock had hit the back of her throat and beyond, "Take your time, love. Savor it."

"Well, it certainly doesn't taste like honey, Edward… and it is a bit fishy…," Bella proclaimed to my surprise, but she slowly, succulently, took all of me back in.

My dick being swallowed down her throat, wrapped in the fine casing of her lips, was the most delicious sight! But her fucking lashing sweaty strands kept interrupting my vision. Leaning over, I rummaged through her satchel for a hair tie to get that mess away from her working lips. Making a quick bun, I bound her locks and started to unleash my cool whipped cream right down her neck!

Gulping furiously, Bella's eyes teared up, and my cum just kept on a'coming as my body rattled with release and my voice winded and whirred like a moaning creaky clockwork!

Replete, I slid from Bella's beautifully satisfying mouth, and she immediately reached for the water bottle on the nightstand. Swishing around the tepid liquid like it was Listerine, Bella gargled and I felt insulted. Was my venom not sweet and tasty? Hmmm.

Swallowing her mouthwash swill and clearing her throat, Bella came up to her knees and prodded me in the chest, "Fuck, Edward! Next time warn a girl before you belt your bootang into her!"

Chagrined, I looked to my bare feet, "Sorry, Bella! I just thought it tasted good…"

"Well, it is sort of yummy; in the first stage when it's all creamy, but when you release it all in, how many was that anyway, like five long spurts?"

"I don't know precisely, Bella, but it was definitely more than three…"

"-- Yeah, five long long squirts like that, the texture gets a bit pulpy, like unstrained orange juice. And, honestly it's a bit of a mouthful."

I nodded in agreement, that made perfect sense, "Okay, yes. I needed to know that, thank you, my love." I ceded….for a change. "So next time…?"

"Next time GIVE ME A WARNING before you go all Orange Julius down my throat," she followed up her edict with a hushed, 'Duh'.

Shushing her with my mouth, I stole into that inferno-like cistern with my cool tongue, lapping hers and tasting the last teasers of my cum that had coated her. It didn't taste half bad to me -- I didn't see what all the fuss is about.

Our tongues battled for dominance! My kiss, mine, mine, mine. I knew I'd win, Alice had told me, and you just never bet against Alice.

Pinning her spirited tongue to the floor of her mouth I bade it to remain still with the slightest bit of withheld pressure. I mean, that insatiable organ of hers just got in the way of my sweeping, sucking, licking and touching!

I realized too late the error of my ways, having effectively silenced Bella when I really wanted to hear her scream my name in the throes of ecstasy.

I unloosed her swollen bright lips to demand, "Who makes you wet, Bella?"

Suckling the precise creased corner of her mouth, I heard a low, 'Here we go again', before she answered with a sigh, "You do, Edward."

Braiding my long tapered fingers into her hair and forcing her eyes to mine, her mouth a hairsbreadth away, I implored again, "Scream my name, Bella. I can't hear you!"

Another mumble across my lips, "Deaf much?"

Dammit! This was not going according to plan. Fast becoming incensed and my cock hardening anew, turned on by her feisty refusal to acquiesce, I cupped her corpulent ass and ground into her juncture, right where her scant panties clothed her perfect nether lips, "WHO MAKES YOU WET, BELLA?! Use your outdoor voice! No One Makes You As Wet As I Do, Do They?"

Still glib and unresponsive but for the undeniable swirl of her pussy against my member, I gave it one more shot, jolting against her with each uttered word, "SAY. MY. NAME. SAY IT!!"

With a roll of her eyes and deep inhalation, Bella granted my wish with feigned abandon, "EDWAAARDDDDDD, you do!!!"

Much better. I grinned and made fast work of kissing her into wet, hot, torrid oblivion. Reaching down, slipping my well-wrought fingers into her boy shorts, I spread and fingered her folds. Then stared disbelievingly when my hand came up dry as the Sahara Desert.

Not sopping, not at all. Disappointed, I broke free of her mouth and that untameable tongue, "Bella, you're not very wet."

Pulling on my hair with a rough grip, just so and in a manner that made pure venom pound up and down my cock like an electric current, Bella apologized, sort of, "Sorry, I know. It's just, I know some people get off on dirty talk alone, but I kinda need some action…?"

"I beg your pardon?" Needless to say, my one eyebrow was raising my hairline and my crooked half smile was a thing of the past.

"Maybe you could…go down on me?" she clarified.

Right, YES! I mentally fist-pumped the air…again. That I could do.

I shredded her Robin's egg blue – thank God they weren't puce – panties from her body. Well, they were old, threadbare and worn, the elastic fluttering out of the waist in some parts and bunched up unattractively in others…they easily parted company with her peach colored, ripe ass.

Bella reclined on the mountainous pillows and opened her crème caramel legs. Enjoying the sight of her, pulsing, pretty and pink, shell upon shell upon cowl and that tiny hooded bonne bouche that expanded beneath my mouth and my drumming fingertip, I licked my lips before I licked hers.

Running up and down her slit with the broad flatness of my tongue, I felt her thighs trembling with wantonness against my shoulders. Pursing my mouth, I plucked her outer curves all the way in and thrust my tongue inside her like an arrow aimed for pleasure.

Bella's head tossed back as she moaned, "Ooooh," and, "Aaaah," and, "Whatever you're doing, Edward, don't stop!"

I stopped.

Whatever I'm doing? No no no. I couldn't have that! Clearly another tutorial was in order.

Shocked, perplexed, her formerly hooded umber eyes turning black with surprise and round as dinner plates, Bella opened her mouth to complain, but I silenced her with a look and a finger, the one that was still dry from earlier.

"You must understand, Bella, about your feminine anatomy. It's really a rite of passage to learn about your own body."

I could have sworn, when she closed her eyes in defeat, she rolled them behind the thinness of her eyelids.

Undaunted, I carried on.

Threading her fingers through mine, I brought our twined hands down to her glistening mille feuille. I laid both our palms onto her folds, gently fondling those plush opening drapes, and speaking over Bella's groan I intoned, "Labia Majora."

She felt so good like this; open, glossy and seasoned as a grape on the vine, bursting with flesh and ready to split.

I chewed my lip while she laved her own, and we moved on to the next lesson. Parting our fingers to use just our index and middle digits, I placed them to either side of her engorged inner folds, using the rough of our fingertips to graze up and down, "Labia Minora."

I let her enjoy the caress, her pelvis moving in time, while I bent to savor her clit that had shouldered its red way out of its cloak.

"More, please," Bella began to whimper.

I smirked into her, and delivered the next example. Knotting one of her fingers between two of mine, we entered the lush flooding recess. "This, my sweetmeat, is your sexy, moist, searing vagina," my breath was coming in gusts and Bella was threatening to quit breathing altogether.

"Oh god, Edward!" Bella clenched her fist into her hair, and then into mine, "Isn't there more?"

More?

Shit!

I was drawing a blank.

Rising through the haze of erogeny and erudition that had dazzled her, Bella stopped our rubbing and clamped down, hard. "G-spot?"

She unlocked her fingers and brought her own out with a long shuddering sigh. In amazement, I regarded her next move. With those dripping digits glowing up her body and drizzling her own sticky juice in a trail to her mouth, Bella sucked her fingers clean with gusto, like she was downing one of her favored 7-Eleven Slurpees! My breath left in a whoosh of desire and then returned with a befuddled thought -- did she really think she tasted that much better than me?

Leaving me to work this mythical puzzle of a g-spot out on my own. I bumbled about blindly – it wouldn't hurt if her mind were not such a fucking black hole – for that secret tidbit hidden away inside her tight pussy.

And bungled some more.

I could tell Bella wanted to huff as her roasty wetness cooled.

Sweet as could be, as if butter wouldn't melt in her titillating mouth, Bella smiled and said, "Here, let me assist you in finding my truffle, dear."

First licking her finger to a flawless sensual tool, she quickly took up one of my own and guided us back inside. Lifting her hips – I had to appreciate the obtuse angle her arched back created – we searched for a moment until….BINGO!

Bella's body jumped off the bed, bringing my buried hand with it, gasping hard, "That's…my….G-SPOT!!" She screamed as I kept pressing and pressing and pressing the most sensitive point in her body.

Suddenly so responsive, receptive, Bella danced around the bed beneath my touch and my tongue! Two more strokes and she came. Another four and she climaxed again.

I added my mouth and her clit to the mix, gaining myself a severe case of asbestos tongue, which I imagined to be the opposite of frostbite, for lucky number three.

And then I had to stop. Her breath was beating in and out like the boom boom boom of a bass drum. She was drenched in sweat and the tantalizing leavings of her orgasms.

I wanted to give her more!

But not with the hair caught in my teeth.

It turned out I was not so keen on the fur burger after all. I wanted it clean, sans condiments, so to speak.

This was beyond the pale! Unsettled, I cleared my throat and cleaned out my teeth with my tongue, "Bella, I must insist you get waxed."

"What?"

"The whole allotment, love."

Nodding her head frantically, Bella agreed, "Whatever. Just carry on already!"

With that agreed upon, I went back to happily snacking on her snatch.

"You're so wet, Bella. So so wet for me. That's better, much better." I languished her langue du chats with endless kisses, caresses, and nibbles all over and took the time to get to know her g-spot personally…with my pointed, ludicrously long, supernatural tongue.

I liked it when she purred.

I didn't really like it when she used my head, clamped between her thighs, to try to create some sort of friction to ease the ache between her legs.

Not at all.

I held her hips immobile to the bed because her inner thighs rasped like cricket legs against my ears and they were beginning to annoy the hell out of me!

I mumbled into her, "Bella, you better cease and desist, if you know what side your bread's buttered on."

To my undying awe, she sat straight up, grabbed my ears that were still irritated, sanded as they were by her legs' rubbing, and dragged my face straight back down to her Labias Majora, Minora, Clitoris, Grafenberg Spot and Vagina.

My Bella was finally satiated.

I was not.

I prodded her with my fingertip, trying to awaken her from her not-quite post coital daze.

"Hmmm?"

"I need to be inside you, now, Bella-love."

Rolling from her side to her back again, Bella made ready.

Holding my enormously full, unfulfilled erection, I entered her sheath like a sword to scabbard.

And fuck if my eyes didn't try to cross. I was worried they'd get stuck that way, so I maintained my stare on my cock to watch the way I wound into her.

I stilled once fully sheathed, waiting for her to stretch around me, to accommodate my formidable girth.

Until I needed the abrasion of movement.

Persisting in watching my member sucking in and pulling out of her pussy, I enjoyed the bain-marie of her slippery heat dripping all over me.

Glancing up to see if Bella was enjoying the show too, I noted her eyes were tightly shut, and her mouth pursed around half-curses and inanities that spilled out.

"Look at me, Bella," I requested. Now was not the time for her to close those sumptuous brown orbs. When I was running like a mad beast at the speed of light with her in my arms, yes. Now? Not so much.

Her limpid eyes popped open as did her lips around her quiet grumbling, "Here we fucking go again."

Seeking to fuck the uncooperativeness out of her, I lunged hard into her and slowly grazed out.

Her eyes rolled back into her head like a glassy ball in a pinball machine and I wondered if she was having a seizure. Did I need to call 911?

Another plunder, another pull all the way out…she wasn't twitching too much, not foaming at the mouth.

Her eyes were still rolling.

"I. Said. Look. At. Me."

Jesus, what did it take to get her attention?

"Bella, I will stop unless you fucking look at me."

Ah yes, that did the trick.

Bella's neck cranked up and her eyes opened wide and her sharp little heels locked into my ass.

"Now," I slid back in – her big browns looked likely to do that spinning trick again – "You will keep your eyes here," I made a V-sign with my middle and index fingers, pointing them from her eyes to mine, indicating that she was to keep her regard on me at all times.

Juices were flowing, eyes were open, hips were meeting and my cock in her pussy had never felt better, wetter, hotter, harder, larger, thicker!

I wanted more. I needed to demonstrate my aptness as a pupil.

Flipping Bella to her front, plastering the ivory rounds of her shoulders to the duvet, hoisting her mouth-watering posterior up to my hips, I dove in and drove her into the mattress, and the bed skittered across the floor. This well-placed slant made quick work of her g-spot, and I hit it over and over again, speeding up with a fast slamming motion. Flesh slapped, and Bella jumped like a trout at the end of a fishing line!

Straining to fashion the correct words, I crushed out, "You see…Bella…fuck…this…mmmmFUCK…iswhyitpays…to concentrate…ahhh…in CLASS!"

I couldn't tell if Bella was heeding my cock or my proclamation, so I wanted to drive my point home. One. More. Time.

"What's my grade for g-spot, baby?"

"Fuckin' AAAAAA!" She climaxed, her shrieks of pleasure drowning out…Clair de Lune.

I followed swiftly, crumpling over her back like, well, a crumpet…I guess. As soon as I came in many more than three long squirts of ropey creamy cum!

Later, I soothed Bella's female anatomy with a cooled washcloth. Once more admiring her flawless petit four.

My eyes took on a feverish glint.

Fuck petit fours, next time I wanted Bella on all-fours, in a different manner. Her ass would be mine.

Dimming my glimmer, I folded myself around Bella to cool her flushed flesh, "What do you want for dinner, my love. Coq au vin?"

She must have been sleep talking when she mumbled into her pillow, "More like cock au vain."


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