Honey, I'm Home!

Chapter Eleven

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"Ungh... ungh... yes, right there, Edward," Bella panted loudly. "So good... harder... faster... ungh..."

Gah, she was fucking killing me! We had managed to slip away under the guise of Iz needing to wash up before lunch. In her defense, she did spill pickle juice on her blouse in the car. Yeah, that fucking shit was stinking up the whole car.

No sooner than she closed her bedroom door was she bending over her childhood desk and begging me to fuck her. And what Isabella wants, Isabella gets. My girl is fucking scary when she's horny, but hey, you don't hear me complaining. If this is what pregnancy did to her, I was going to keep my girl knocked up.

"Fuck, Baby," I grunted as I slammed into her from behind. "You've got to be quiet or Charlie's going to shoot me for defiling you in his house." Bella chuckled at my words, causing her pussy to tighten around my cock. "Holy shit, Babe, do that again," I begged like the pussy-whipped fool I am.

A few more tricks from her talented pussy, and Bella and I were hissing out our releases. I bit down on the tender flesh of her shoulder to keep from screaming, as Bella moaned and milked my cock with her pussy. "Jesus, Baby," Bella panted in between breaths, "that felt so fucking good."

Turning her head to the side, Iz captured my lips in a slow, wet, sensual kiss. Taking our time we explored each other's mouths. Iz's mouth was the perfect mixture of sweet, salty, and just her. Sucking on her top lip, I moaned. With my forehead resting against hers, I sighed. "Jesus Christ, I love you, Isabella Marie Swan."

"Ditto, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen."

After a few more minutes of post coitus bliss, I slid my flaccid cock from her tight little body. "Ahh..." I let out a breathy moan. The feeling I get from being inside her would never get old.

"Cullen, get your ass down here... now, boy!"

Oh shit, the chief's home!