Chapter 10

A few days had passed since the incident with Jake. Ever since she'd realized she was done saying no, we'd hardly left her bed unless it was to eat or for me to go to work. I couldn't remember ever having a fling like this. Each time I thought I'd had enough, there she was, making me want more.

I couldn't concentrate on anything but the sight before me. I'd had her only twenty minutes ago, but her body still called to me. Her tits were perky with pink rosy nipples, making my cock ache at the thought of running my tongue over them once more, or maybe pushing her tits together and fucking them. There were so many things I wanted to do to her body, and so little time. I could still hear the noises she made as I wrapped my lips around her nipple, or how she arched her back when I plucked and tweaked the other one. It would all be forever ingrained in my mind: the way she looked, moaning my name as I slammed into her; the sound of her headboard knocking against the wall with each thrust. These were all things I'd find myself thinking about when I was alone again.

"Do you like Joe Cocker?" she asked, pulling me from my daydream.

"Who?"

She sat up, causing her tits to bounce, hypnotizing me. "Joe Cocker! You can't tell me you don't know who he is!"

I somehow pulled my eyes away from her tits to glance at her face. "I honestly can't say I know who he is, or why he matters right now." I kissed her shoulder as I slid a hand across her thigh.

Her question was forgotten as she looked down, her gaze following my hand to her center. "Aren't older men supposed to take long to recover?" She smirked.

"I'm only twenty-nine Bella. It's not as if I'm in my fifties." I slipped my hand between her thighs, coaxing them open. She moaned as I trailed my fingers through her wet folds before circling her clit.

She gasped, falling beside me as I pinched her clit lightly. "Mm, well, you're the oldest man I've ever been with."

I felt like I should've been insulted, but I couldn't find it in me to care. "Is that so? Were any of those boys as good as I am?" I rolled and hovered above her, leaning down and wrapping my lips around one of her nipples. Just like earlier, she moaned at the sensation and it went straight to my dick. "Tell me, Bella. Has any other man fucked you as good as I have?" I gave a soft bite to her other nipple, causing her to gasp.

"Oh, God. No. No, they haven't. I need it, please."

"What is it that you need exactly, sweetheart?" I growled in her ear.

"Your cock. Please," she whimpered.

"Such a dirty mouth you have on you, little girl." I adjusted myself, lining up with her entrance. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I thrust into her, the warmth and wetness of her pussy making me groan.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out, digging and scraping her nails down my shoulders and back. I pulled back before slamming into her. Once again, the loud thumping of her headboard combined with the sounds of her moans was like music to my ears.

Her heels dug into my ass. "Harder, Edward," she begged, slipping a hand between us to play with her clit.

I stilled for a moment as I flipped us over, never letting her off my cock. "Ride me," I commanded. "Fuck me as hard as you want, baby."

Every time we fucked, it just got better. She was a vision. Her tits bouncing, head thrown back, eyes closed, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. It was something I'd never forget. When my bed at home felt cold, I'd have this memory to keep me warm.

I snaked my hand between us, taking over what she'd started earlier as I circled her clit. "Come for me, Bella. I need you come on my cock."

Her breathing hitched as she doubled her efforts, and I knew she was close. I could feel her walls fluttering. "Come, Bella. Let me feel it," I growled, feeling her pussy clench and release around me, milking my orgasm from me.

She collapsed onto my chest, breathing heavily. "Holy crap."

"I know." I grinned, cocky as ever. "You're—"

Her doorbell ringing, followed by a loud pounding on the door, cut me off. "Not again," I groaned, except this time I heard the door unlock.

"Isabella Marie Swan!" a male voice boomed through the house. Her eyes widened. She jumped up and started to throw on whatever clothes she could find.

"Get dressed!"

"Holy shit, how many of your lovers do I have to fight this week?" I pulled my pants on quickly.

"He's not a lover, that's the commissioner."

"Who?"

"My father. He's the police commissioner on Long Island."

It was my turn for my eyes to widen. I hadn't worried about getting caught fucking someone's daughter since I was a teenager.

There was a pounding on her bedroom door. His voice was gruff. "Isabella, get dressed and get out here. And bring whoever has that fancy car out with you."

"Bella!" I hissed.

"Oh, for God's sake, Edward. Find the balls you had a few minutes ago while you were banging me." She huffed before leaving the room. I took a deep breath before following behind her.

—

Her father was in her living room, dressed in a three-piece suit and commanding respect just by standing there. I wasn't easily intimidated, but he made me think twice about the words I would choose.

I could see where Bella got her dark eyes and hair, but the resemblance stopped there. He was tall, but thankfully I still had a couple of inches on him. That alone made me feel a bit more secure, but not enough to relax.

"Introduce me to your friend, Isabella." His dark eyes were cold as he glanced between the two of us.

She nodded. "This is Edward Masen. Edward, this is my father, Charles, but he'd much rather you address him as Commissioner."

I held out my hand. "It's nice to meet you, Commissioner."

He grasped my hand in his. His grip was tight, but nothing I wasn't used to when it came to some businessmen. "Edward Masen? Any relation to Masen Oil?"

"Yes, sir. My father is Edward Masen, Sr."

He gave a sharp nod. "I see. Yet, you don't have better things to do than sleep with my nineteen-year-old daughter? You've got to be, what, thirty?"

"I—"

"I don't live under your roof any longer, Commissioner," Bella snapped. "My sex life is none of your concern."

"You listen to me, Isabella. This is no way for a young woman to—"

"Just tell me why you're here."

His eyes narrowed. "I received a very interesting call from the precinct here that they'd been called to my daughters aide. Something about a young man who was high on LSD."

"How nice of you to check up on me days later."

"Stop with the dramatics, Isabella. Obviously, I knew you were fine." He turned to me. "You were here as well, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was, Commissioner."

"You protected her?"

I nodded. "To the best of my ability."

Once again, he stared at me like he was trying to see through me, trying to find any fault he could. He turned toward Bella.

"You need to stop playing this silly game, Isabella. If you'd just keep your legs closed, you never would have had an issue with that boy. You're wasting your time and your grandparents' money on rent and a frivolous degree. You know your place, Isabella, and it isn't here."

He walked out the door, not bothering to say goodbye. Even my parents had the decency to pretend they cared.

She stood there, a look of dejection on her face, but she quickly shook it off. She walked over to one of her end tables, opening the drawer where she hid part of her stash. "So, that was my father."

It seemed we had more in common than I'd realized.

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