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Chapter 3

"This is your car?" I ask her. I lean back against soft as fuck, white leather seats that squeak.

"Shh." She presses one finger to my lips. "Marriott, Devon," she throws over her shoulder. Bella presses a button somewhere, and impenetrable glass that looks like a mirror slides up, separating us from the driver of the Rolls. She looks at my puzzled expression. "I just don't want to go home. It's a mess right now, full of boxes and crap. Just moved in yesterday," she mumbles.

Her lips are on mine again; the car, the clothes, the hotel all screaming rich bitch, but she acts like a real fucking person with me. Like she doesn't care about all of this.

I let her kiss me, own me. She slithers even closer, straddling my lap. She abandons my jacket on the floor of the Rolls, shakes her hair behind her shoulders after our lips part. I can't even see straight or remember the last time I was this turned on.

"Fuck, I've never done this before," she giggles. Her cheeks are tinged a beautiful pink, lips bitten and swollen. I run my fingers through her dark silky hair and wrap some around my wrist. It's so long, so beautiful and bouncy, and it smells like those expensive salons you pass on the street.

"What, kiss a dude?" I chuckle, looking at her hands on my chest. Now I see her jewelry is not generic, that the stones are real and that it's probably white gold. It shines too much to be costume jewels.

"No, maul one in the back of the car." She giggles again.

"Somehow, I doubt you're an innocent little flower," I say, tucking her hair behind her ear. Shiny studs glimmer onto the ceiling of the Rolls, looking like a million little stars are scattered around it.

"Didn't say I was, Edward… Just said I haven't done this in a car before." She kisses my jaw and lower, hands roaming my chest and down until she's running her nails along my abs.

Christ, I think my cock just twitched.

"How far is this hotel?" I ask her in between pants. Bella's got her hands underneath my shirt, sucking my neck and moaning as she grinds her hips into mine, feeling how hard I am.

"Five minutes," she replies. Suddenly, she's still as a statue, a wicked grin on her face.

"What?"

"Wanna see what I can do in five minutes?" she asks, biting her bottom lip.

"Shit." I let my head fall back against the headrest as she palms my cock, the heat of her hand seeping through thick denim.

"Is that a yes?" she asks, sinking down on the floor in between my legs, fingers planted firmly on my thighs. Her delicate hands slide to the front of my jeans, over my zipper and my dick straining behind it, until her hand covers the button.

"Fuck yes," I mutter.

Bella works fast with steady hands, tugging my jeans underneath my ass. I'm glad I'm wearing my best boxers today, although Bella doesn't really give them any attention besides yanking them down.

"God…" she breathes, tongue peeking from between her lips. She looks up from under thick, black lashes, curling her fingers around my cock, squeezing. I can't look away, I just can't.

"Take the long way, Devon," she shouts over her shoulder. I don't hear the driver reply, but I don't care. I'm lost by the time she coats me in her saliva, tongue swirling around and around my tip until I'm gripping the leather seat.

"Fucking hell," I pant. She takes me fast and deep, gagging around my cock. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, and I have to resist grabbing her by her hair and fucking her face. "Yes, fuck," I mutter.

She smiles around my dick, looking up at me with teary eyes. Damn, she looks magnificent like this. After she bobs her head up and down—lips touching my pubic bone—one more time, Bella pulls me out of her mouth with a loud pop.

"He's gonna hear you, but I love how loud you are." Her lips and chin glisten from her spit, and when I want to pull her on top of me, she dives back in again, taking me hard, rough, and fast. She's a fucking superstar.

My balls tingle, stomach tightening as she keeps up her speed. I can't help myself, guiding her head with my fingers nestled in her hair.

"Bell—fuck, I'm gonna come."

My eyes roll back when she hums, never once slowing down. My thighs spasm and the heat spreads, a sheen of sweat making my shirt cling to my torso.

"Shit, shit, shit…" My hands grab harder and I hold her still, spilling all I've got into her mouth. Bella moans and swallows every last drop as she looks up at me. She even licks her lips.

Holy fucking hell.

"You're something, alright… get up here and fucking kiss me."

"You want that? But I just…"

"I don't know what guys you've been with before, but I really don't care that you just sucked me off, baby."

She smiles when I grab her by the back of the neck and lick her lips to make a statement. Bella's body molds to mine, and I sneak my fingertips under the soft material of her top, pouting like a child when I can't slide them past the underwire of her bra.

"What?" she laughs.

"I want to touch you," I breathe, peppering kisses all over her exposed collarbones.

"Yeah, sticky bras suck. But we're at the hotel, handsome." She pecks my lips one more time before she's off me.

When she opens the door, she looks perfect, except for her hair and the slightly smeared eye makeup. To anyone else, it'll be subtle, to me? It gets me hard again just thinking about her mouth on me.

Her driver hands her a long, black trench coat, but she doesn't reach for it. Instead, she takes my jacket and bundles up in it again before she takes my hand.

"Go home, Devon. I'll call you when I need you," she says. I watch how the driver takes off his hat and nods. He gets back into the Rolls and speeds off.

"Come," she says and reaches for my hand. When we walk into the deserted lobby, I'm baffled at the grand decor, at the marble floors and staircases and the man in hotel uniform who looks fresh as a daisy even though it's almost midnight.

Bella's heels clack loudly, the clerk at the front desk's head whipping in our direction immediately. I thought he'd be annoyed, seeing two people who obviously spent the night going out now strolling into his lavish hotel. Instead, he fixes his tie and plasters a fake, customer service smile on his face.

"Morty, is my suite still available?" She leans her elbow on the front desk and smiles at the middle-aged bald guy.

"Of course Mi… Isabella. Housekeeping made sure it was all ready for when you turned up again. Vanessa had a feeling you might show up tonight, after you told her about your aversion to sleeping in empty houses." The guy chuckles, his eyes darting over to me, scanning my skin, seeing my tattoos and the ring in my nostril. It's clear Morty does not approve.

Bella clears her throat with an arched brow, and the judgy ass hands her a booklet.

She tugs me along into an elevator, pushing buttons that glimmer and shine without a singular fingerprint in sight. I want to kiss her again, but when I move closer, a man in a red uniform appears out of nowhere and works the elevator. I thought people like him were a myth or something invented for movies.

"Evening, Miss Swan."

"Rick, you know you should call me Bella."

I look at her, wondering why she knows everyone here, why she has a room here that's hers. As if she can read my mind, Bella responds.

"I spent some time here when my apartment was being renovated," she explains. I nod, feeling ridiculously underdressed for a place like this.

When we're at the top floor, Bella takes me around the corner, down a hallway that leads to double doors. Her room is the presidential suite. I gulp down a breath; the cost of this room per night is probably more than I've earned this year.

The second she opens the door, she pounces on me. I forget all about the room, balancing this gorgeous brunette in my arms. She kisses me with fervor, with intense need and deep lust that makes me feel drunk, even if I've only had one beer tonight.

We collide against the wall, her legs around my waist. As much as I love having her draped all over me, I need her in less clothing, and I need to be inside her.

"Shower?" she asks. Somehow, I answer her, telling her yes. She tells me to go straight ahead and open the second door to the right. It leads to a giant bedroom overlooking the city, holding a king-size bed that makes my mouth water.

"In there." She nods to one of the two doors inside the bedroom. I open it clumsily, Bella's back hitting the door frame before I carry the both of us inside.

The bathroom rivals the size of my entire studio, Italian marble on the floors and walls and a giant mirror spanning the width of the entire room. A glass shower wall exposes the black faucet and rain shower, walk-in and impeccable.

"Shit," I mutter, laughing. My expression must be funny, since Bella caresses my jaw and kisses me after telling me I'm too hot to be this cute.

She turns, hair fanning out around her and fiddles with the temperature until a gush of water streams from the ceiling and she darts back out. She drops my jacket to the floor, and I grab her waist, pulling her into me. I tip her head back and lean down to swipe my tongue across her bottom lip, nibble and tug on it with my teeth until she's mewling against me.

She pulls back, fingers at the hem of her tiny shirt and yanks it off her. I groan, watching her full tits in the silicone-looking pads that stick onto them, marveling as she takes it off and it drops to the floor. Her tits are perfectly round, perky with rosy nipples that are begging for my attention.

Bella's not shy, unbuckling her belt, letting it dangle at her sides as she undoes the button, sliding down the zipper inhumanly fast. I chuckle at her eagerness but embrace it, stepping closer to her, palming her bare tits before I slap her hands away from her jeans. Sliding my hand inside, I feel the lacy texture of her underwear, thin straps that lead down to a soaked crotch that makes me moan, and I cup her pussy through the fabric.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

This isn't like any other of my hook-ups… not even close. She's got me harder than steel again and all she did was take off her clothes.

I feel her squirm when I stroke her through the thin, miniscule scrap of lace, and feel how swollen her clit is through the fabric. Fuck. I really need a taste.

Bringing my fingers to my lips, I lick them, tasting her and watching her mouth drop open as I suck her off my skin.

"Edward," she breathes. "Take your clothes off, please."

I ignore her request and peel the skinny jeans off her, uncovering the tiny turquoise thong she wears, the front dark with her arousal.

"Let me enjoy this, first." I drop to my knees, dragging the denim off her legs until they're caught on her shoes. I don't want her to take them off just yet, so I force her legs apart, watch her wobble and feel her thighs tremble as I get rid of her thong.

I groan, the sight of her pussy absolutely glorious. She's smooth and perfect, and I run my tongue along the narrow strip of dark, trimmed hair that leads me to her clit. She gasps, tugging my hair as I suck her into my mouth. A silent curse drops from her lips.

My right hand is on her ass, using it to press her pussy into my face. She's moaning loudly, her breathing catching in her throat when I add two fingers and thrust them inside her without any sort of warning. She feels tight around my fingers, so wet and ready.

"Jesus. I'm gonna fall if you keep it up like that… fuck!" Her legs are shaking, and I immediately believe her. I smile against her slit, giving her one more long lick before I rise and grab her by the waist. I hoist her up on the counter and unbuckle her heels. As much as I want her to keep them on, I need her pussy all over my face more.

I throw the heels on the floor behind me and have her pants join them in the next thirty seconds.

With Bella's endlessly long legs thrown over my shoulders, I press a kiss on her lips before I lean down and kiss her pussy again. She's so responsive, more relaxed now she's got a surface under her.

Breathy moans echo off the bathroom walls as steam starts to billow around us. I don't even care how humid this room is now, all I need is to hear her scream, to make Bella come as hard as I did in her car.

"Your pussy tastes amazing," I tell her. I give her one slow lick, have my piercing play with her clit before I let my teeth graze it, watching her reaction. Her back arches, fingers playing with her own nipples as she looks down at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

She's mumbling shit I don't understand, but when I curl my fingers deep inside her pussy, I realize she's been cursing all this time. I feel her grow tighter and tighter, chest flushed blotchy red, and moan against her when she abandons her tits and almost pulls my hair from my scalp, taking what she wants.

"God! Ye—yes, fuck!" Her eyes slam shut when she convulses around my fingers, growing even wetter, and I groan, lapping up each and every drop she gives me. I suck her dry, until she's squirming, too sensitive to take any more, legs shaking as the muscles in her firm thighs spasm.

Red-faced and gorgeous, she looks at me. Her eyes are more golden than brown right now, full of passion and lids heavy. I see the look on her face. Bella wasn't kidding when she said she wanted to fuck all night long.

I can't wait…