EPOV

It's frustrating that I can't tell you how you feel.

That mixed with having to fuck Tanya again have put me in a foul mood.

I shouldn't be here.

Not with the way I'm feeling.

But I can't spend another night without you.

There's something about you that calls to me.

I can hear you in the bathroom.

Singing in the shower.

A lament.

Japanese.

Soulful.

What has you so sad?

My mind races for a reason.

Was it a member of my family?

Was it that bitch wife of mine? I see the way she sneers at you. I will fucking end her if she caused you pain.

You step out of the bathroom.

Eyes going to my heaving chest.

You're not afraid of the unexplainable anger that is undoubtedly written across my face.

You saunter over to me.

Naked.

Glorious.

Perfect.

Hair up.

Loose tendrils wet from escaping the bun.

"I've been very naughty today."

You spent the day with Esme and lunch with Emmett.

So I'm not worried.

When I arch my brow, you tell me that you couldn't wait for me.

"I touched what was yours without asking for permission."

I love that you want to do this with me.

Give me the outlet that I need now.

"Naughty girl. I think you've earned another spanking," I say as I gently pull you over to the nearby chair.

I carefully lay you over my lap, bracing your back with my left arm as my right hand starts stroking the softness of your perfect ass.

I'm fascinated with the way my hand bounces off the globe of your cheek.

You whimper, and I grin smugly when I notice you rubbing your legs together.

I can feel your heat on my pant leg and know that I won't be able to play much longer.

With each strike your skin flushes, turning a beautiful shade of pink.

You hiss, back arching as my fingers plunge into your heat.

Pumping furiously.

"This pussy belongs to me, doesn't it, Bella?"

"Yes. God, yes!"

My need to be inside of you is too much.

I place you on all fours and quickly unfasten my pants.

You let out a guttural moan when I slam into you.

I love that the sounds I draw from you are natural.

They are not manufactured.

Fake.

Trained.

They are real, and it's me that's causing them.

Firm grasp on your hips, I watch captivated as my length disappears inside of you.

Swollen lips greedy for my hard shaft.

Your pink ass bouncing off my thighs as I take you.

Soon it's too much for you.

Your arms give.

Shoulders pressed against the floor, you whimper with my onslaught.

My balls tighten as I feel and hear how wet you are.

I hover over you, my hands on the ground right above your shoulders.

Caging you in place as I thrust deeper.

Finding that place that will cause you to milk me dry.

You never disappoint.

A/N: Two things. First, spell check had a field-day with this chapter. I know they're sentence fragments! ...LOL. Two, it was extremely difficult to keep my 500 word limit with this one. With lemons, I always want to write more ;)