AN: Stephenie Meyer owns all.

Hopefully, you're enjoying his POV. I have a couple more chapters I can post, but then I'll be back writing it. So please be patient with me. What I'm planning is pretty ambitious.

Chapter Eight

Bella was taking a shower when I charged into the living room and laid into Emmett. My fist hit his shoulder. He recoiled from the pain but was laughing. I socked him again, and the guy curled up into the fetal position, allowing me to take out my frustrations on him and ensure I didn't hit his face or head.

"Sorry, man! I give, I give, okay?" Emmett was still laughing and coughing on the last bit of smoke he inhaled.

"Fuck," I growled and punched him in his thigh. Then, I slumped on the couch when all my energy ran out. "You're a dick."

Emmett slowly uncurled himself and peeked at me over his shoulder. "How was I supposed to know you would be busy?"

"You kidding me?" I glared at him.

Not once since Bella has occupied my room has Emmett entered or even thought about going in there.

He couldn't hide his grin. "What?"

"You fucking knew I was with her."

The anger was building again. If the kid was anyone else, I might be annoyed he cock-blocked me, but what he walked in on was intimate. Bella wasn't a conquest. She was my lady now, and I was protective of her.

"I thought you might be sleeping, not knuckles deep."

Emmett underestimated the connection.

I clenched my jaw and tried not to strangle him. "Don't talk like that about her."

"Fine," he said and put his hands up in surrender. "Truly, I meant no disrespect."

I ran my hands through my hair and groaned. "Man, you have no idea."

Emmett snorted. "You blew off Marcus and Caius for the girl. I got a pretty good idea."

I winced and lolled my head to the left to look at him. "You on the side with Jasper?"

"Naw," Emmett said as he blazed up. "I trust after you smash her, things will get back to normal."

Again, it was hard not to pop off and beat him, but his assessment made me curious. "And what does Jasper think?"

"The usual." Emmett coughed. "She's bad for you and the business. You know, like Yoko and The Beatles."

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself up from the couch. "It's more serious than that."

I've had girlfriends — even pretty serious ones. I was a man in his late twenties and, at one time, engaged to be married, but I wasn't in love with any of them. They weren't right. I found myself annoyed with their presence very early on in each relationship. Emmett was there for each one and assumed the same was true for Bella, but I knew things were different with her. My behavior in public proved how bad I had it. It didn't matter if people stared at us; I needed the world to know she belonged to me. Then, of course, was the need to touch her. That shit was addicting. A simple trip to the hardware store was supposed to be uneventful and tedious, but Bella was a blazing fire next to me and demanded attention.

"Who's Tanya?"

I was on the fifth door lock candidate. "What?"

"The tattoo on your arm," Bella spat the words at me. "Who is she?"

"She who?" I was slow to understand. The look in Bella's eyes showed betrayal. That made me anxious and confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Tanya," she said again with more sass. "Is she an ex-girlfriend?"

I followed her gaze down to my forearm, and it all clicked.

Tanya: a drunken mistake made long before I'd met the kid.

"Maybe she's some long-lost sister you failed to mention," she continued to make excuses for a phantom, and I could've cleared it up right then and there, but she was jealous, and teasing her seemed more fun.

"I've always considered her to be more like a wife to me," I said

Bella's eyes narrowed. "An ex-wife?"

"No, she's still with me," I said, pretending to look thoughtful. "In fact, she's here."

I watched her mind work. It was cute, the insecurity of some girl who never existed. I liked that she was just as possessive of me as I was of her. Things between us were not one-sided.

"Bella?" Crouching to her level, I fought against the urge to kiss those pouting lips. "Would you like to meet her?"

She nodded.

"Let's go then." I chucked the door lock into a pile and put my arm around her neck.

We walked toward the front of the store with a purpose, and Bella dragged her feet the entire time. She was afraid of the unknown. I was excited to make the proper introductions.

"Does she work here?" she asked as we rounded the store's windows. "Maybe a blonde with big boobs."

I laughed. "She's not blonde or big boobed."

Bella's face turned red. "Ugh."

As fun as it was to toy with her, I needed to ease her concerns.

"She's right there." I smiled as Tanya sat under the shade. "Do you see her?"

"No…" Bella's tone was panicked. "Where?"

"She's the redhead." My smile grew wider as I pointed out to the parking lot. God, I loved that girl. "Isn't she beautiful?" The other girl I adored tensed in my arms as the realization hit. "Sitting out there, all red and shiny as fuck."

"Tanya? She's your car?"

"Yup," I said. "That's my baby. She's been faithful to me for six years. I found her at this junkyard in Apache Junction. Some idiot didn't know what he had and gave me a killer deal on a 69' Chevelle."

"Not only did you name your car, but you got it tattooed on your arm?" Bella looked up and shook her head at me. "Really?"

"What?" I didn't understand why the kid was still mad. "She's my baby."

"That stupid tattoo had my mind freaking out over some phantom girl for weeks!" Bella mumbled as she stormed off toward the aisles.

I fucking knew that was the problem. Running after Bella, I grabbed her by the waist and spun her toward a dark, secluded hallway. I slammed her against the nearest wall and trapped her there.

"What are you doing?" Bella nervously looked around, hoping someone would catch us and I would release her.

But no such luck.

This beautiful girl was mine, and I showed her by putting my hands around her delicate throat.

"Were you jealous of Tanya?"

"No," she said.

There was no struggle.

Adding some more tension to her windpipe, I put my lips to hers. "Liar."

Bella's nipples told me the truth as they hardened with arousal, but that mouth of hers was stubborn. "I wanted to know who she was before I started marking my body for you."

I gazed down at my handiwork, peeking through the hem of her low-cut top. "Too late."

"I meant permanently."

"Admit that you were jealous," I said, watching her mouth. "And I'll let you go."

"But I wasn't!"

"Suit yourself," I smirked and went in for the kill—but I fucking swear, the kid moved her neck enough to give me full access. What was I supposed to do? I capitalized on that shit and marked her all over. Purple and red bruises from my teeth and suction caused the discoloration on her beautiful, porcelain skin.

The fight was for show, but just in case, I crushed her between my body and the wall. She put her hands on my ass and pulled me into her. My head was working out the logistics of her jean shorts and if they were stretchy enough to pull to the side. Could I fuck her up against the wall? She was tiny enough to hold up without breaking a sweat.

My dick swelled.

"Fine!" Bella shouted in exasperation.

I tried not to show disappointment in her surrender as my neck craned back. "Fine, what?"

"I was jealous..." Bella grinned, "…of a stupid and ugly car."

I busted out laughing. This girl was nuts. "Only you, baby."

"Could say such a statement and live?"

That simplified what Bella could get away with where I was concerned. But, unfortunately, it would prove to be one of our many problems.

Releasing my grip on Bella's neck, I still couldn't resist touching her and ran my fingers along the side of her face. "Just you."

She smiled gently and leaned forward to kiss me, but a young kid coming into the hallway and snickering threw her off.

The guilt overwhelmed those brown eyes, and the apology for wanting a piece of shit like me was on the tip of her tongue.

I sighed because she deserved better. "We should get going."

"Yeah," she said.

Grabbing her by the hand, I led her back to the locks. She didn't complain when I took a second to decide. It didn't matter which one I chose; Emmett wasn't going to walk in again. It took me forever to find a lock in the beginning because I needed to keep the kid out of the house. Jasper was coming over, and I was doing my best to avoid the asshole. He would try to talk to Bella and tell her that I'd messed up the Mexico job. She didn't need to know about our business.

The girl didn't even know how to steal.

And that's when I got the first idea of one of my many stupid decisions.

Stopping in the middle of the aisle, I captured a roll of tape and turned it toward Bella. "Here."

She looked up at me, puzzled.

"Take it."

"What?" She took a step back and slapped my hand away. "No, Edward."

"Come on, baby." I grabbed the waistband of her jeans and tried to stuff the roll of tape down her pants. "You might like it."

"I don't need tape."

"All right. What do you need?" I looked around for something that suited Bella. There were superglue and another screwdriver. "We'll steal that."

"Why do we have to steal anything? I thought you had money."

When push came to shove, Bella was a good girl.

I was making a point.

"Come on, baby." I kissed those lips to drug her into compliance. "Trust me."

And it worked like a charm.

"Fine!" Bella stomped her foot and snagged the tape from me. I grinned as she haphazardly wedged it down the front of her shorts. She tried covering it with her shirt, but with one arm raised, it would expose all her secrets. "Happy?"

The kid was pissed, but I got off on that shit.

"Extremely." I looked toward the front and spied the clerk watching us. He probably didn't see anything, but the camera overhead might have, and it was best to get out before security came. "Now, we can leave."

As we walked to the register, I glanced at Bella and saw how much she panicked. The girl looked as guilty as sin. It was comical how she cracked under pressure, but if she acted this jumpy and sweaty by a misdemeanor shoplifting, I knew she could never be a partner in my business of felonies.

It disappointed me.

The cashier was familiar to me. It's why he didn't sound the alarm with Bella. He saw her behavior and glanced down at the tape but didn't say shit to us. The guy rang up the lock, and I fisted him a hundred and twenty. I got the change back from the twenty, and the cashier kept the hundred to ensure his silence.

"Have a good day," he said.

"Thanks, man," I said back, but it conveyed my gratitude for letting my girl off.

Bella continued to glance around and act suspicious.

I squeezed her hand. "Be cool."

And she tried to relax.

We got out of there by sheer payoff and luck.

Bella took triumph in her crime. The second we were in the Chevelle, she got cocky. I suppressed a smile as she marveled at the tape. It was a trophy to her—like the kid finished first in a goddamn triathlon.

It was cute as fuck.

"Piece of cake," she boasted, spinning and twirling the loot on her finger.

"Why aren't you a sexy little thief," I said, and in a way, it made me proud.

Bella had a different reaction.

She threw herself across the seat and into my arms. The frenzy in her lips was brutal for me to keep up. The girl was young, vibrant, and had a passion I wasn't used to—but goddamn, it made me hard.

Bella was on my lap and rubbing her ass all over me. I couldn't think, and it was all fucking sensation. The girl was hot and wild and difficult to control. My fingers dug into her jeans as she rocked and rolled her hips. I tried to keep her still by pulling her down, but my dick wanted the friction, and he bucked up. It was painful to be constrained, and I'd imagined how it would feel to have her mouth on me.

"Fuckkkk…" I groaned with frustration.

Now Bella was kissing me to keep me quiet. It worked. My tongue lapped with hers. I tasted the strawberry 'Jolly Rancher' she had twirling in her mouth twenty minutes ago. I remembered watching her take it out of her mouth with two fingers and sucked on it like it was my cock.

That's how she fucked with my head.

Weaving her fingers in my hair, Bella pushed her chest into me. My hands went up to her back and grabbed fistfuls of the shirt. It was a flimsy piece of fabric. Damn near see-through and without much tugging, and the thing would tear. If she was naked, I remembered thinking, why couldn't we take that last step and fuck?

Riiiippp.

"Shit!" I panicked and pulled away. "We need to stop before I take you in the back seat."

Bella's face was flushed, and her eyes crazed. "That wouldn't be so bad."

She was relentless in her efforts to corrupt me with that goddamn mouth.

"Don't tempt me, kid," I said, and using the rest of my strength, I lifted her off my lap and over to the passenger seat.

The shirt fell off her and displayed those perky tits. My eyes avoided looking at her and stayed on the road ahead of me the entire way home.

I half expected to be bombarded at the door by the family, but when Bella and I returned to the apartment, it was empty. I was fucking relieved and grateful. The fallout wasn't something I wanted my girl to witness, and she shouldn't have to pay for my decisions. Jasper needed to take all his frustrations out on me, not my girl.

"Why don't you go in our bedroom and change while I find something to install this with," I said to Bella about the door lock.

She grinned and jumped up to kiss me on the lips. "Okay."

I chuckled at her antics as she skipped to the room. The girl had changed overnight. There was a youthful exuberance about her, and I liked it. I'd take that over her usual gloomy and snarky attitude.

Going into the kitchen, I checked every drawer and came up empty, but Emmett and I weren't the types to be fixing shit.

I was a drug dealer, not a handyman.

Groaning loudly, I thought about returning to the store to buy some fucking tools, but it struck me out of nowhere. I knew exactly where to find a screwdriver and walked out of the house. Jogging down the stairs, I pulled out the keys to the Chevelle and kept my head down. My phone buzzed in my back pocket. Knowing it couldn't be my girl, I ignored it. My time was precious, but it was a warning.

I should have listened, for one, because when I looked up and saw the mess before me, I stopped in my tracks and swore, "Fuck. What now?"

The family was hanging out beside my car, and Emmett had a phone to his ear. He dropped his hand when he saw me and gave a head nod.

I tried to gauge everyone's mood, but it was hard to decipher. No one looked any different to me.

"What's up?" I asked when approaching them.

Jasper and Emmett hung back as the girls came at me.

"How are things going, Edward?" Rosalie asked, but it was her usual passive-aggressive bullshit, and it took everything in me not to tell her to 'fuck off.'

"Good," I said.

Alice was up next, but her tactic was friendly, unassuming, and honest. "We want to talk about you about Bella."

I glanced back at the apartment and wished at that moment that my girl and I had just kept on driving. It would be just us and the open road with no one in our fucking business all the goddamn time. It was a tiny spark, not an idea or plan, but a seedling.

"What about Bella?" I asked.

"It's not an intervention," Emmett said.

"No?" I laughed. "Then what is it? Because the last time I checked, what I do with Bella is none of your business."

Jasper, again, said nothing.

"It is when you pull out on Marcus and Caius," Rosalie said.

Un-fucking-believable. What were my guys doing? Fucking exposing all our shit to their women?

"What the fuck do you know about it? That's our business," I said, seething, and gestured at Jasper and Emmett. "Not yours."

Rosalie and Alice were part-time dealers but not partners in this operation. If I answered anyone about Mexico, it would be Emmett and Jasper. When Rose stuck her nose in something that didn't concern her, I decided the conversation was over.

I pushed past them and unlocked the passenger side door on the Chevelle. They kept talking to me, but I wasn't hearing any of the shit they were saying.

My focus was on the kid's screwdriver. I checked the front seats but remembered how I'd thrown it over my shoulder into the backseat two months ago. I grinned when the blue and yellow handle came into view.

"Edward," Jasper said as I propped myself up and locked the car. "Listen, I know you like her, but you got to prioritize."

"Like you and Alice do," I said to be an asshole.

She turned beet red and tried to deny it, but Jasper didn't skip a beat.

"Marcus believes we got stopped at the border and is willing to overlook everything. Caius is a harder sell and wants to meet up in Tucson next week. There are some guys down there that need to be dealt with."

"Fine. Set it up." I turned and walked away.

That should've ended the conversation, but they felt the need to drill the obvious into my fucking head.

"If things turn sour, man," Jasper called after me. "They'll come after her first."

I popped a cigarette into my mouth and lit it. "I'd like to see those assholes fucking try."

I had a lot of shit on my mind, and changing the lock kept me occupied. It pissed me off that my family might be right. I'd put Bella in danger by her association with me. My need to have her put my girl in trouble. That made me a monster. I could tell her all this, but I liked how she looked at me like I was some fucking hero. Why would I fuck it up by being honest? It was selfish. What we had was going to explode, but I'd fought against it for so long that it felt easier just to let it all go.

Besides, she tasted too good to waste.

I was in my head, fantasizing about the girl splayed out in my bed when she spoke up.

"If it weren't for me trying to steal your car with my trusty screwdriver, you wouldn't even have anything to install that lock with, huh?"

I heard the smugness in her voice. That didn't bother me. What pissed me off was needing the privacy now — the constant stress of protecting what was mine. No eyes or ears should be seeing or hearing things I was blessed to see and hear.

So, in my frustration, I managed to be an asshole with frankness. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even give a shit about installing a door lock in the first place."

"Really?"

"Really."

Midway done with the lock, I was close to being finished. My legs were cramping from being crouched, and sweat was pouring out of me.

"Well, what about...before me...with other girls?"

"I didn't care," I answered truthfully.

"You didn't care if people walked in on you while you were having sex with a girl?"

I was an idiot and didn't catch the hurt in Bella's voice. My response was indifferent, not because I wanted to fucking gut her, but because I was so focused on the goddamn door.

"Didn't matter," I said, dropping the screwdriver and checking the lock. "I figured if people were stupid enough to walk in on me while I was fucking a girl, then that's their fault."

Before Bella, nobody walked in on me. That's why Emmett's behavior irked me. What the fuck was he thinking? Did he assume we wouldn't be doing anything? Did he have more faith in me being a good boy than I did?

"When my mom walked in on me and my boyfriend fucking, I didn't care, either," she said, and god help me if she said something before that, but that shit got my attention.

I shot my gaze at her but held my tongue.

She was lying on my bed and talking about some asshole putting his hands on her. I didn't catch much, but I imagined plenty.

"It was a shame too." Bella bit her lip and smirked at me. "I was so close."

Close to what? I wanted to yell.

The fucking thought of her moaning another dude's name and her thighs quivering as he moved between them angered me.

Bella watched me as I stood and locked the door. No one was going to walk in on us now. I'd planned to make her pay for making me jealous, but when I turned back, she was only ramping up.

"Goooddd!" She threw herself back into the bed. "He was the only boy who could touch me like that, you know?"

Boy? I fucking bet it was nothing more than a pimple-faced bitch, but I didn't move from my spot. My thoughts were chaotic and consumed with murder. I didn't know this 'boy' that so expertly touched my girl, but what gave him the right? She wasn't my property, but I wanted to be the only man to make her cry out in pleasure.

I tightened my fists as Bella slid her hands up her shirt and caressed her breasts. My eyes narrowed in as her nipples puckered. I took off my shirt without even thinking about my next move. What I had in mind wasn't crazy, just skin-to-skin contact, but then she fucking whimpered and moaned.

"Mmm, he felt so good."

Jesus, it was all too much, and I lost control.

Rushing to the bed, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her across the mattress. Her ass slammed against my legs. She tried to get away, but I gripped her hips, squeezing out all my frustrations, and kept her pinned.

"Who is this fucking guy who makes you moan like that?"

I prayed she wouldn't tell me his name but hoped she did.

"Why?" She smirked. "Are you jealous?"

It was a game to her, but I'm older and wiser.

"No," I said and reinforced my grip until she cried out. Fuck, it was music to my ears. "I'm just calling your bluff."

"I'm not bluffing," she lied.

"I know you've never been fucked before. Don't you think I know the difference? I knew the second I touched you." Of course, it was just a guess on my part. Her tightness wasn't a sign of virginity, but the confidence in my words would convince a novice like her.

She pulled herself closer to me—just begging me to prove myself. I wasn't an idiot, but I wasn't a punk. She smelled so fucking good and felt so fucking soft, and I couldn't stop my hands from wandering. I cupped her breasts and rolled my thumbs over her hardened nipples. She was still wearing her shirt, but I could feel her body heating up. I kissed her on that lying mouth, slowly dragging my lips down her neck and chest. The fabric bugged me, and with one swift pull on the collar of her tank, I exposed her perfect tits.

I liked the feel of my rough thumb on her puckered nipples, but the shirt kept getting in my way. "This shit needs to go."

She stared at me wide-eyed as I jerked her up and removed her top and bra. Then, easing her back down on my bed, I wanted to taste every inch of her skin. I missed nothing from the waist up. When I got to her breasts, Bella was eager and arched her back, practically forcing a tit into my mouth.

I laughed. "Aren't we impatient?"

"You're driving me crazy," she said and fisted the sheets.

Palming each side of her breasts, I pushed them together and bent down to lick both fleshy humps. My mind got away from me as I moved on to her nipples. I'd never been this obsessed with a girl, and nothing I did could satiate my need. The voice in my head was 'more and more,' but I had to slow down.

I moved to her lips and took a nibble, slowly sucking the lower one into my mouth. She whimpered. That got me hard. Bella lost her control and drove her hands into my hair. She jerked me back into a kiss, deepening it and spinning her tongue wildly with mine. I could feel the wetness between her legs.

The girl was going to ruin me.

"Oh, baby," I said, fucking wasted and defeated. "If I were a lesser man, I would fuck you so good right now."

"Do it," she said. "I want you to."

"I know," I said, burying my face into her neck and kissing the soft skin there. "Why else would you try to make me jealous? Then all that moaning and touching yourself! Damn, woman. Your argument was very persuasive, but I wasn't born yesterday."

"You're a constant tease!" She wedged her hands between us and pushed me off her. The look on her face was all red and angry. "You get me all worked up for nothing."

That was a challenge.

I accepted.

"Did I say we were fucking done?"

I took her by the ankles and yanked her cute ass back to me.

Bella wanted me to stop teasing her, but I was going to make her regret fucking with me. Unbuttoning and removing her shorts was easy. The kid practically did it for me. Nothing prepared me for seeing her in just a little black piece of underwear.

I sat back on my heels and gazed at her. I'm not a man of many words, but Bella was so fucking perfect, and I could describe every mole and freckle in precise detail. The body of my girl was plump but tight. Her stomach tightened when she lifted her head to look at me and showed the muscles underneath.

"Edward?" she whispered, but it was needy and strained.

Pushing her knees apart, I put my hips between her thighs. Leaning over her, I attacked her with my mouth. It wasn't as soft or romantic as she deserved, but crazed—like I was a fucking madman. My tongue darted out, rolling over her skin and tasting her into memory. She thrashed and whimpered, moaning my name and nearly causing me to combust in my jeans. Bella wrapped her legs around my backside and pushed me forward. My dick rammed into the bed's wooden frame, shooting pain into my stomach. It pissed me off, and I'd bit down on Bella's nipple in retaliation.

"God," she cried.

Pushing myself higher and between her legs more, I was lined up and rocking myself into her. It took everything not to unzip and poke.

In my state of mind, I wouldn't be gentle.

Bella was the devil beneath me and determined to break my will. Finally, she managed to cram her arm down and get below the waistband of my jeans. I felt her finger on the tip, and she moaned so fucking loud. If anyone were in the apartment, they would've heard her ass—and her moans were strictly for my ears only.

I clamped my hand over her mouth. "You got to be quiet, baby." She nodded. "That's a good girl."

Never removing my hand, I bent my head down and went back to kissing and loving on those sweet, perfect titties. My hand still muffled Bella's moans, but her body screamed to me: fucking fuck me, you asshole!

We both needed me to be inside her.

"Be quiet," I said and removed my hand.

She bit her lip as I got from in between her legs and positioned myself beside her. There was a slight tremor in her body, and she wouldn't look at me.

I didn't like that.

When I made her come, I needed to see her face. The expression. Would her eyes close or roll back in her head? Did she scrunch up her nose or bite her lip? I had no fucking idea, but I was going to find out.

Taking her chin and turning her head towards me, I kissed her with force.

Each time was sweeter.

Fuck!

There was no way in hell I was ever going to get enough.

"Damn," I said under my breath.

Sitting up, I let my eyes go over her body, following the path of my hand as it moved along her soft skin and insatiable curves. There was only one direction now, lower and lower until my hand slipped under her lacy underwear. There was a patch of hair, but dropping below that was silky, taunt lips. Dipping my finger between them; it was wet and slippery. I stopped as she dug her nails into my arms. The kid was breathing hard and staring at me with pleading eyes.

I smirked. "You feel that?"

"Yes," she whispered, but the pulsating under my fingertips set me off.

My mouth went on hers at the exact moment I entered her. She was hot, soft, and tight as fuck. She bucked against my hand. I kissed her to control myself, but Bella handled me. She took my lip ring between her teeth and pulled on it until my lip was in her mouth. I went blind and lost it as my finger was sliding in and out of her, fast and unrestrained. I was rubbing her puffy clit with my thumb.

She jerked and cried out. "Edward—fuck!"

"Baby," I whispered into her ear. "You gotta stay quiet."

Bella closed her eyes but tightened her grip on me.

Reinserting two fingers, I started slow until her body adjusted, but she was wetter than before, and it was easy to pick up my pace. I watched her closely and dictated my movements on her face. When I put pressure on her clit with my palm and fingered her, she scrunched up her nose, and her bottom lip quivered. Every muscle in her body tightened, and that's how I knew. So, I did more of that. Bella arched her back, moaning and whispering my name. Fuck, my dick was stiff and aching, but I refused to let him take this moment from our girl. She dug her nails into my shoulder as her pussy constricted around my fingers.

She came.

I kept pumping her with my finger as my palm rubbed against her clit, but only because she trapped me there with her soft, beautiful fucking thighs. Bella was gorgeous. Her body was glistening in sweat, her nipples hard, more than I'd ever seen them, and panting like she just ran a fucking marathon. She would hum and shiver every two seconds after she saturated my fingers. My girl had never orgasmed before me, and it was a shame. Every night sleeping on the couch, I'd fantasized about her on my bed, masturbating, and thinking of me.

Unlikely now, it would seem.

I carefully removed my fingers, but she was still sensitive, and the slightest touch with cause a shudder. When she opened her eyes and looked at me, I thought about eating her out and how that would ignite a million tingles.

But also, I was smug, and it wasn't even my best performance.

"Do you see it now?" I touched her mouth with my thumb so she could taste herself and grinned even wider when she licked her lips. "And I haven't even fucked you yet."

AN: My, oh my.