A/N: Sorry for the late update, I had a horrible case of writer's block and was struggling to get these chapters out, I didn't want to post half-ass ones so hopefully it's worth it ;)
Thank you to Pearlyfox and Creaatingmadness for your advice and inspiration, this one is dedicated to both of you :)
Warning- (which I don't really think you need one if you have made it this far) but this chapter is super dirty and possessive if that's not your cup of tea. Rated D for Dirty talk ;)
Please forgive any mistakes, I tried my best and it's 4am.
~I want you to eat me alive~
We both drove back to my house. Charlie wasn't home thankfully because this most likely wasn't going to go well and I didn't need Charlie calling the cops on Edward. He left for the weekend for a fishing trip with his buddies.
We're in my room, I'm sitting at the edge of my bed and Edward is pacing back and forth, clenching his bruised and bloody hands through his wild golden hair.
The silence and tension lingering in the air is suffocating me.
As mad as I am with him right now, I can't deny how stunning he looks even though he's a disaster – all dark, tortured, and crazed with his face scuffed up, cuts and bruises marring his handsome face, his tattered clothes, and spots of blood staining his gorgeous pale skin.
"I won't ever be able to go back to the Res now." I break the silence with a huff.
He stills suddenly and whips his head to glare at me. "You honestly think I would let you?" He scoffs.
"Jake has been my friend since I was a kid. Now I have no one except for you," anger rising in my voice. "If you weren't such a psycho, I was eventually going to introduce you to them and bring you around," I let out an exasperated sigh.
Edward charges towards me and it happens in a blink of an eye that I don't have time to react.
He pushes me so I fall back against the bed, he leans over me with one knee on the bed. He grabs both of my wrists and holds them above my head in one hand, his other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides of my neck so I can still breathe fine.
"If you think I'm a psycho, you haven't seen nothing yet baby," he hisses. He holds my head there tightly, while his nose is pushed against mine, his eyes burning into me. "You wanted this remember?" I can feel the heat of his words on my lips.
I know this is the worst way to deal with what just happened, but all we both need right now is that primal, claiming, ownership of each other. I can't bother being angry right now– although I should be, because of the desire that's burning in the pit of my stomach.
"You're fucking mine and I'm not sharing you with anyone," he commands roughly.
Edward lets go of my hands but keeps me pinned to the bed with his hand around my neck and crashes his lips to mine, our teeth clashing. He kisses me hungrily, devouring my mouth, possessing me with his lips.
Proving to me that I belong to him; that no one else will ever make me feel the way he does.
He grounds his covered cock into me. "You make me so fucking crazy," he groans into my mouth, tugging on my lip with his teeth.
With my hands finally free, I tangle them into his unruly hair and pull on it hard, making him groan even louder. He's practically fucking my mouth with his tongue, invading it.
Tension was burning between us and not just in a sexual way, but something deeper, more concerning – like we were being held together on a thin rope ready to snap.
He's so desperate to taste my skin, feel my flesh against his that he starts ripping my clothes off of me, eagerly pulling any piece of material he can until I'm completely naked. He's not wasting any time. He rips his shirt off and throws it across the room.
Edward gets off the bed, unbuttons his jeans and tugs them down his legs. I sit up on the edge of the bed and lean towards him. When I see his fully erect cock confined in his boxer briefs, the head poking out from the waistband, I can't help myself from brushing my hand over his bulge.
He pulls back the second I touch him and I whine – needing to feel him. He reaches down, pulling his rigid cock out of his boxers and strokes it slowly, never breaking eye contact with me, heat burning from his eyes. Pure, predatory lust written all over his face.
"You want this cock?" He says arrogantly, his eyes smoldering. I just sit there so turned on and incoherent that I respond by nodding my head. "You need to show me how much you want my cock – only my cock."
A much as I don't want to give in that easy and I want to defy him, I'm so desperate to taste him that before I can even think – it's like my body reacts before my brain can – I'm off the bed, pushing him to sit on the edge of it and on my knees in front of him.
As unhealthy as it may be, he needs this reassurance – that he's the only one I want – and need.
I drag his boxers off; his long, hard cock stands tall begging for my mouth. It's swollen, red and his veins throbbing with how hard he is, and I haven't even touched him yet.
This is going to be fun. I love seeing the desire I bring out in him, how he gets this hard and insatiable for me.
Edward grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my neck back so I look right up at him. He holds his cock firm in his hand and traces my lips with the head, spreading his pre-cum on them. I slip my tongue out to taste him. "Look how desperate you are for my cock – does anyone else's cock make you this needy?" He asks with a smug smile.
He thinks he has all the control here; I'm going to give him a taste of his own medicine, see how he likes it. "Do you really want to know," I tease, I'm probably gonna regret saying that when I see the fire in his eyes and his teeth grit in anger, but I love pushing his buttons – seeing the rage in him. I feel his fingers tighten in my hair almost painfully at my words.
Before he can say or do anything, I wrap my hand around his thick length, my fingers barely meeting. I lean forward and drag the flat of my tongue up the length of his cock – slowly, swirling my tongue around the head, placing soft little kisses, teasing him and leaving him frustrated.
He growls at me, wanting me to slide his cock deep in my mouth, feeling me swallow around his thick length, but I continue to tantalize him, not giving him what he wants – what he needs.
I look up at him with a devious glint in my doe eyes and a devilish little smile, brushing my lips against the soft skin of his erection, teasing the head with the tip of my tongue as I lazily pump the base of him.
He's looking down at me with ravenous glint and forcefully grips my hair and tugs harshly. "You like playing fucking games, baby?" He growls.
I nod my head with an evil grin on my face and I continue to brush my lips against him.
"Don't play games with someone that can play them better."
With his one hand still holding onto my hair, his other hand pushes his cock past my lips and deep into my mouth – to gain the upper hand, I gasp around him, not prepared, gagging around him. "You're not so tough anymore baby, with your mouth full of my cock?" His voice low and hoarse.
I'm done playing games and take in as much of him as I can. I start bobbing my head, hollowing my cheeks and suck on his hard flesh as it slides in and out of my mouth.
I relax my muscles and take him as deep as I can in my throat, a strangled groan leaves his lips and he starts pumping his cock into my mouth, his thrusts getting faster and deeper.
I feel like I have his entire length in my mouth, but when I look down, I see that there's still a couple of inches that don't fit – holy fuck I forget how big he is sometimes.
The closer he reaches his release; he holds my head against him and jerks his hips frantically, fucking my mouth. His cock is soaked with my saliva and the sounds coming from my throat are filthy.
When I feel him on the edge, close to coming, I cup his balls and massage firmly. That pushes him over, growling and yelling out as he fills my mouth with his cum. "Fuck, you're making me cum… yeah, swallow me, baby."
Once he's done riding his high, he pushes himself back on the bed until he's lying flat on his back. "Come here… I want you to ride my fucking face," he demands in a throaty, husky voice. "I want my face dripping in your cum."
Arousal drips from my core from his words. My clit throbs and my body jolts at the anticipation of fucking his face, covering him with my juices. There's just something so primal, so possessive about it. I climb up the bed until I'm perched over his face.
I look down and watch his captivating jade eyes clouded with desire, stare up at me while his tongue licks up my slit, slipping between my folds until he reaches my clit. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen in my life. A sharp intake of breath escapes from my lungs.
"Hmm, your pretty little pussy is so fucking sweet," he looks up at me from between my legs with a cocky grin.
His tongue flattened broadly licking from my entrance to my clit and he begins lapping deep into my pussy. Edward licks my pussy like he kisses my mouth- forcefully, messy, starving. Really tasting me and savoring my flavor. His tongue slides inside my pussy, fucking my entrance with his tongue as deep as he can.
My legs start shaking and become numb so I have no choice but to push most of my weight down on him, smothering him with my pussy but he seems to love it even more due to his moans and growls that vibrate through me and the needier his tongue becomes. His hands reach behind me, squeezing and kneading my ass.
Everything around me fades other than the sounds we're both making; the whimpers and cries coming from me and the wetness of my pussy and his tongue. Only focusing on his touch and the pleasure of his mouth.
He sucks on my folds before he captures my clit between his lips and flicks my clit rapidly with the tip of his tongue pointed.
He nibbles my aching clit with his teeth lightly, taking my nub into his mouth and sucking hard. My breaths come out shallow at the tight coil in the pit of my stomach.
He presses the steel ball of his tongue ring, flickering the ball against the right nerve that makes me come undone, the ring hitting spots in my clit I wasn't even aware of, the sensitivity of the steel against my nerve endings. I arch my back as my eyes roll back.
I'm the one now in control, fucking his face, covering him in my wetness, and smothering him. I hold onto the headboard and circle and bounce my hips against his tongue, chasing my orgasm that finally crashes through my body as I cry out his name.
"Yes, just like that, bounce that ass on my face," he growls. "Who's the one making you scream?" Edward demands in a throaty moan.
"Fuckkk… Edward! You are… Yes, ugh, just like that. Make me come all over your tongue," I whimper desperately as I shudder around him.
Once I come down from my high, I feel him peppering soft kisses against my inner thighs that are still clenching around his head.
I'm still sitting on him, trying to catch my breath from the intensity of my orgasm.
"I know that no one has ever ate your pussy this good before," his voice is so raspy and rough.
I move off of his face to sit on his chest and then glide myself down his body until I reach his cock, spreading the wetness of us on him, his muscular torso glistening in my juices.
In one swift movement, he flips us over until I'm under him.
Edward grabs me behind my knees and pushes my legs back towards my chest, my legs over his shoulders, the back of my thighs straining.
He takes his cock and rubs it up and down my lips, separating my folds with it, then moving it up and tapping it against my clit. I see stars and cry out, desperate for him to just fuck me already.
"How bad do you want my cock? So much that you can't live without it?" Edward purrs.
I nod my head and mewl as I lift my hips up, trying to get him inside of me. I need it like the air I breathe.
He pulls away from my entrance and moves it back up to rub against my sensitive clit.
"Oh no baby, I'm not giving it to you that easy. I need to know whose pussy this belongs to first."
Although I need his cock more than anything right now, the feisty voice in my head that loves pushing his buttons and riling him up, makes me do something that I know is going to infuriate him. I know what he wants to hear but I'm not giving it to him – yet.
"Mine," I say confidently, never breaking eye contact with him.
The looks in his eyes transform to black pools of uncontrolled, carnal danger, his jaw clenched. He grabs my face squeezing my cheeks so my lips are pouted. "What the fuck did you say?" He snarls.
I… said… it's… my… pussy." I accentuate each word with a filthy grin, knowing I'm driving him insane, releasing the monster.
Fuck – that was a bad idea.
He gives me a sinister smirk before he grips under my knees with both of his hands and pushes them as far back as they can go, my thighs flat against my chest. In one powerful, forceful thrust, he slams his cock into me, air escaping my lungs and my back arching at the force.
He sets a punishing pace, his cock hitting all the way deep inside me that it would most likely hurt if I wasn't so consumed by pleasure. He's taking out all of his frustration and anger out on me, as well as claiming, possessing my body, reminding me who I belong to.
I've never been fucked like this before – in my life. Never experienced this amount of passion.
He's fucking me so ferociously, the sounds of his skin slapping against mine echo in the room.
"I'm gonna ruin you for all other men. No other guy will make you cum and squirm the way my cock does," he seethes.
Animalistic grunts and growls are escaping his lips, his hair drenched in sweat with droplets dripping down his forehead – I have the urge to catch them with my tongue - so I do.
He's buried so deep inside of me, pounding so fast and hard, hitting that spot - the spot he's only ever been able to touch.
He knew my body better than anyone, knew every spot that made me tick, unravel – come like never before.
The sensation is so extreme that I scratch and dig my nails down his back, leaving marks and bite my lip to the point that I taste droplets of blood.
Edward is sucking on my neck, sinking his teeth into my flesh, biting so hard to leave marks.
He grabs me around my neck tightly. "Who is fucking the hell of you right now? Can anyone else make you cum as hard as I can, make your pussy cream like I do?" He asks in a dark, husky tone.
My heart races, body vibrating with electricity. "Ughn… It's… yours," I panted.
He literally fucked me into a babbling mess, nothing but nerve endings and pleasure. My vision blurred and ringing in my ears made me feel like I was about to lose consciousness from the insane amount of pleasure – putting my body into shock, shivering, trembling. "Too much, I can't…" I mutter incoherently, gasping for air.
I was falling… so deep, so hard, so fast – dangerously. Fire building in my stomach
"Beg me, I don't think you deserve it. I think you need to beg for it," he grunts. "Let's try again – Who. Does. This. Pussy. Belong. To?" He accentuates each word with a hard thrust.
I'm so desperate to come, I can't handle this prolonged pressure anymore and will do anything to release it.
"Please…Edward. Fuck it's yours," I sob. "My pussy is yours; it belongs to you. Please… I need to come – make me cum," I'm begging, clenching around him.
His stamina is unreal, I can't feel my body and my mind is gone, I have no idea how he's still able to keep up with the pace and energy of his thrusts.
He speeds up the pace, rubbing his thumb on my aching clit and pinches it. "Good girl, come with me," his voice deeply seductive.
That's all I need. Pressure builds, electrocuting me; falling over the edge, white-hot pleasure flashing behind my eyes, easing the ache inside me.
He curses and moans as he releases inside of me, coming with me. "I fucking love you so much," he says with so much emotion in his voice – the animal from seconds ago slightly tamed now that he had an orgasm.
His tongue pries my lips open and tangles with mine and it's sweet, gentle; such a contrast to the ruthless way he just fucked me. I moan into his mouth at the taste of him, sucking on his tongue. "You're all fucking mine, I'm never letting you go." He curls into me, holding on to me tight, nuzzling my neck.
We push each other; we loved seeing the fire build in the other. We feed on the toxicity of our relationship, our unhealthy obsession with each other. Deep down in my heart, I know that we're not good for each other and it's probably not going to end well as much as the thought destroys me.
I knew we were toxic; explosive, mind-blowing but still dangerous.
He's making me lose my fucking mind – I mean I was always a little crazy but ever since I met him, any ounce of self control I had left was completely thrown out the window. I lost all sense of rationality and just let my emotions control me – and not in a good way.
A/N: You guys are probably going to hate me after the next chapter.
Let me know if the lemon was- too dirty, not enough, or just right?!