49. Edward

I'm not a fan of domestic life. At least, I wasn't until Isabella Swan came around. She's filled up my apartment with shit no one needs and we now own two of everything. Two sets of cutlery, two sets of pans and pots, and too many fucking clothes. But I'm not complaining. Not at all. Since Havoc moved in two months ago, my house is a home, her hair is everywhere, and my dick gets attention.

Domestic bliss. It's something they write about in silly magazines or blogs I wouldn't be caught dead reading. But you know, it's kinda true. I enjoy walking into my apartment and Havoc being there. I love sitting on the couch with her, watching silly movies, or just talking. I'm addicted to taking baths with her, and I'm convinced there's no better place for her than where she is now: in the middle of my King-sized bed, as naked as the day she was born.

Havoc is still sleeping, after all, it's only eight a.m. on a Sunday and I wore her out last night. She's got faint bruises along her wrists from pulling her cuffs too hard like a brat and bite marks from one tit to another. Fuck, I get hard just thinking about the way I had her spread out on my bed like a buffet, about the way goosebumps rose on her skin wherever I touched her and how pretty she looked when my cum leaked out of her.

Baby Havoc may love me, but she still fucks me like she hates me. It's the best of both worlds.

She turns, facing me, and I grin when her leg brushes mine. Her breathing changes, and I know that she's awake now.

"Morning." Her voice is raspy and sexy and hot and she runs a hand through her hair.

I don't have the chance to reply, because suddenly she's on top of me, thighs on either side of my torso, sliding down until I feel her wet little pussy against my morning wood.

"Well, hi," I say.

"Shut up, Ginger. I just want to fuck you until I come," she barks, one hand over my mouth. Baby's a little feisty this morning.

I don't talk but put my hands behind my head, enjoying the view. I know Bella can feel the smirk I sport tickling the palm of her hand.

As my cock slides in between her pussy lips, she removes the hand and leans her weight on my arms instead, succesfully pinning me down on the bed beneath her. Like I would even try to struggle while she's on top of me. I can never get enough of Havoc.

"Mhm," she moans. Wet noises fill the room. She keeps moaning every time my tip glides against her clit. "You like it when I use you to get off, don't you?" she asks. Her eyes are narrow slits, breathing quick and shallow, cheeks deliciously flushed.

"Naturally, Mistress." I sigh into her hair that tickles my face, making my toes curl. "Fucking please."

"What's that, Ginger?" She only emphasizes my point by lifting her hip, robbing me of her heat. "Want my pussy around your beautiful cock?" She's still mean to me, but it's so fucking hot I live for it. "I won't let you come until later today, you know." She says that like it's a threat, but I've grown to love the way Havoc edges me. It's like her superpower.

"This is all for you, Havoc," I tell her, licking my lips.

She lets go of me then, one hand guiding my cock inside her slowly and the other on my chest, nails digging in while she drags this out, going so slow I swear I'll lose my fucking mind. Or circulation.

"Oh, yes," she mumbles softly when I'm buried all the way inside her. I'm so deep, she's so hot and wet and tight. Havoc's got the most perfect cunt in the entire fucking world.

I moan loudly when she almost pulls me out of her all the way before slamming down on me, fire alive in the pit of my stomach, spreading through my limbs until I'm lost to the pleasure, to her.

Big, dark eyes stare down at me, back arched slightly, tits out and bouncing in my face. It takes all my willpower to stay put, to just look and feel what she intends for me to feel instead of just taking what I want.

"Fuck." It slips my mouth before I even realize it, but Bella remembers she told me to keep my mouth shut. Her palm leaves a hot mark on my cheek when she slaps me, and I bite my lip so I'll obey. God, this woman is everything.

Havoc's pretty lips part, the cute little frown on her face from focussing telling me she's close, the wetness of her cunt telling the same, the ever-growing tightness too. She's fucking beautiful, and I'm not allowed to fucking come. It's a tragedy, but I know she'll make me feel so good later. Baby deserves this.

"Touch me, Ginger." Her words seem breathy, eyes closed as she leans her head back, keeps bouncing on my cock, giving herself the ride of her life, her long silky locks tickling my legs, behind her.

I don't waste any time, my palms sliding around her dainty neck where she wears my love around her neck, down between the valley of her tits before I finally grab them, tugging her nipples until she's panting like the little whore she is. I love the way my marks show on her body, the memory almost too much. I'm starting to sweat, my body tensing up, my balls screaming at me. But I can't disobey her now, can't spill my cum inside her like I want to. She won't touch me for a week if I do. I know this, because I failed before, and fuck…I never want to not be able to run my hands along her body, ever again. Because Havoc plays dirty, wearing little sets of lingerie and skimpy silk pajamas that barely cover her ass. She chokes me, hard, both hands around my neck as she goes faster and harder, taking exactly what she needs from me. Baby's close, so fucking close I can almost taste her cum on my tongue, smell it in the air. I want her to come on my dick so I can just walk around with her cream on my cock all fucking day. Havoc likes that too, she never allows me to shower after she fucks me like this, when she plans on leaving me wanton and lusting and an obsessed mess for her.

"Tell me you love me," she breathes. It's something new she started doing, something she craves me saying to her as much as I need to hear it from her. Her fingers release my neck, and I swallow, lick my lips at the sight of her.

"I fucking love you, baby." I bite the soft skin that covers her collar bone, my teeth setting off her orgasm. Her pussy walls clamp down hard on my poor, needy cock, and spasm until I think I'll come from that alone. I feel her drip over my balls, my thighs sticky, and she stills, releasing a shaky breath. Baby looks beautiful right now, downright saintlike if there was such thing as the god of sex.

"Love you, too, Ginger." There's a kiss that seals the deal, and she teases me by slapping my balls lightly as she gets off me and tugs on a thin, cotton robe.

"What do you want for breakfast?" she asks, tying the sash and leaving me there, a sweaty, blue-balled mess.