I'm sorry I've been MIA. Work is kicking my ass both figuratively and literally. No copyright intended and all that. I also apologize ahead of time for any errors of any kind you might find. I'm running on fumes. I did miss these two, though, AND all of you.
Bella's hand is wrapped around my dick, and she's looking up at me with that sexy, little smirk, like she thinks she's got me or something.
"Put it in your mouth," I say, and my voice sounds like I just smoked an entire pack of cigarettes.
I fucking wish.
"Make me," she sasses, licking those lips, wetting them in preparation for a good dick lashing.
Wait? Make her? Like actually?
"I want you to beg for it," I say, but honestly I don't give a fuck if she begs or not. I just want to feel that dirty mouth wrapped around my dick. I want to grip her hair in my hands, hold her still, and just fuck her face until the tears leak out of her eyes and my cum slides down her throat.
Fuck, I want it bad.
"I think…" she says, smiling, giving a glorious tug on my dick. "...you should be the one to beg."
My head falls back, banging roughly against the door when she rubs a thumb over the head there, smearing pre-cum all up in this bitch.
"Bella, really…" I gasp, biting my lip and fucking into that sweet little fist of hers. "...enough of the silly, little games. You want my dick. Admit it."
"Hmm," she says, and I'm not looking at her, but I just know she's grinning like the sexy little birdie she is. "Is this what it feels like to get dicked down? I imagined more."
Straightening my head, I give her the bitch I haven't even gotten started look and reach down to stop the movement of her hand. My dick cries out, but I ignore the pussy and watch mesmerized as fuck as I bring her hand to her mouth and shove her thumb inside.
Fuck, she likes it.
Nothing fazes this bitch.
She stares at me, suckling and nibbling at her own thumb, her white teeth flashing with a smile. "I don't…"
Fuck it.
I dom her ass and grab the back of her neck, twisting our positions until it's her back against the wall. She has nowhere to go but down, and me, myself, and I are about to find our dick a nice little home for the evening.
"You were saying?"
She smirks, and yeah, alright, she's still in control. And here I thought I was Mr. Grey - not that I even know who that is. Looks like she wants to tie me up and spank me.
Could I be down for a spanking? Fuck no. How goddamn demeaning.
I kiss her instead, and fuck if she doesn't give as good as she gets. My little lovebird knows how to use her mouth. Her tongue's in my mouth, my hands are in her hair, and my dick is just flopping in the wind getting all chapped and shit.
I push into her, smashing ole chappy against her white dress and grinding against the soft material. She smiles against my lips, and I nearly cum on the spot.
"Suck it, birdie," I whine, yanking at her hair. "Or fuck it. I don't fucking care." I bite her lip and push her harder against the door. "Make me your bitch."
She snorts, and my dick drools down her leg. Then she's doing a little shimmy, a little wiggle, until she's dropping to her knees between me and the door.
Holy fuck, my balcony bitch is on her knees for me, and she's swiping that tongue across my swollen head, looking like the sexiest little cocksucker I ever did see.
"Yeah, I knew you wanted my dick..." I rasp, cutting myself off and slamming a fist against the door when she scrapes her teeth gently down my cock as she slowly swallows every goddamn inch of me.
Fuck, she's so fucking hot.
It's pure torture watching her slowly bob that hot mouth up and down my dick. She's doing it on purpose. Slow and sweet, but I want it fast and dirty. "Come on, lovebird," I grunt. "I want you to suck it like you're mad at it."
She grins with her mouth full of dick and then she does suck it like she's mad at it. Like she's dying of thirst. Like she wants to suck me fucking dry.
When my knees are weak and my balls are shaking with the need to come down that pretty little throat, I pull off and yank her to her feet.
Goddamn, I can barely stand the sight of her red, swollen lips.
"You look like you just had a big dick in your mouth," I say, pushing at her bottom lip with my thumb.
"A dick, yeah," she says, not ever letting me win this battle of the dicks. She doesn't even have a dick, and she wins.
I slip a hand up her dress and find nothing but a wet pussy waiting for me. Groaning, I kick off my shoes, slipping a finger inside her, and bite down on her neck. "I fucking want in there," I grunt, giving her a rough finger fuck. "Lose the dress but keep the shoes on."
"Don't tell me what…" she starts to sass, but I slip a second finger in her, smirking when she gasps and bangs her head against the door.
"What, little birdie?" I whisper into her ear. "What're you trying to say?"
"You're…"
Another finger in, and she's whimpering like a good little birdie. "Tell me you want me in there. Say 'fuck my tight little cunt,'" I whisper, smiling when she growls into my chest.
She wants my dick bad.
I fucking knew it.
Too distracted by the wetness and the tightness and the overall feel of her all over my hand, I don't see it coming when she shoves me off her. I fall back, banging my ass on the big wooden desk, my dick flopping like free willy himself.
"Fuck, Bella…"
She pushes between my legs and rips - fucking literally - my shirt open.
"You owe me a fucking shirt," I say, but do I really care about the shirt? Fuck no, I don't. It's an ugly goddamn shirt anyway.
She smiles and climbs into my lap, and shirt who? Shirt what?
"Show me your tits, lovebird. Let me see them."
"Say please," she says, and fuck if my dick doesn't twitch nicely at that.
"No," I say just to fuck with her.
The battle of wills is a real dick jerker.
She shrugs and turns her back on me, sitting on me backwards. She looks over her shoulder, smirking as she slips her sleeves down and off her arms, pushing that sinful dress down until I can almost see her ass.
What a sneaky little bitch.
I grab her hips and pull her back against me, her bare skin on mine almost too much to fucking handle. She's so soft and tiny, nothing like her fucking rough personality. The contradiction is hot as fuck.
"I'm gonna tear your shit up, dirty bird. You ready?"
She shrugs. "We'll see."
I bite her shoulder, roughly, and revel in her little scream. Reaching into my pocket, I grab a condom and lift her enough so that I can kick off my goddamn pants. My shirts next - what's left of it anyway - and then I'm naked and hard, ready to dick down little lovebird.
I can't see her tits yet, but I sure as fuck can feel them, and holy fuck, they are nice. I pinch and pull at her nipples before ripping the condom open and rolling it on, ready to finally see what this girl is made of.
Standing, I turn and push her against the desk - ass up. I shove her dress up and view that ass, and it's a fuck of a lot better than I imagined when she teased in those little shorts.
"Damn, birdie," I say, reaching around and giving her a little rub as I lean over her and kiss her cheek. She pushes against my hand, hard up for it. "I like you all quiet, Bella. No sass, just some ass and a wet pussy ready to get fucked. Should I stick it in now, huh?"
She meets my eyes, hers all half lidded and sexy as fuck, and no more fucking around. She wants it, she's gonna get it.
Without a second thought, I slam inside my little lovebird, and when she moans like I knew she would, I refrain from fisting the air like a douche and ride her from behind. She's tight and hot and wet and totally fucking fuckable.
"Harder, Edward," she says, looking over her shoulder. "Don't be a bitch."
This bitch.
Fuck, I go harder, so hard the desk slides along the carpet. Bella pushes back against me, trying to be the fucker instead of the fuckee, but it's all good because she does it so fucking good.
Music starts to play loudly in the other room and voices move outside the door in the hallway, and I'm itching to make the little birdie scream.
Pulling out, I turn her around, and fuck yeah, her tits are better than I imagined. So round, and damn, so soft. She fists my hair when I suck her hot little nipple into my mouth, giving it a rough suck and hard nibble.
I release it with a pop and lift her into my arms, walking her to the door and slamming her back into it before slipping my dick back inside and fucking the hell out of her.
Her head bangs a light, steady rhythm against the cheap ass wood, and I'm fucking entranced by the way her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips.
"I want to fuck you on my balcony," I grunt, pushing deeper.
"Ask nicely," she pants, a small smile lifting those fuckable lips.
"Fine, I'll fuck you on yours."
"Make me come, Mcbaby," she says, tightening her legs around me.
"Do it yourself, lovebird. I wanna see you touch yourself."
"You don't always get what you want," she breathes, slipping a hand between us despite the sass, the smirk lifting her lips making me lose my goddamn rhythm.
"You're a dirtybird," I growl, pumping faster as she plays with herself, biting her lip, head tilted back, looking like the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen.
"Oh fuck," she whispers, tightening around me, tight enough to have me nearly blowing my load before she's even started and finished.
Fuck, I can't be that pussy.
It's coming from there I distantly hear but Bella starts to come around my dick, so fuck that noise.
She wraps her arms around my neck and holds on as I fuck her through her orgasm, my own tingling my goddamn balls. She squeezes her legs and tightens even tighter around me, and I finally start to come, jumping like a bitch when a loud bang hits the door.
I bury my face in Bella's tits, biting gently as I empty myself into the stupid piece of rubber, ignoring the second bang on the door, thinking Bella's loving it so much, she can't help but give herself a goddamn concussion.
Eh, we'll deal with the aftermath later.
"Open up! Police!"
Say what?
I lift my head and lock eyes with a just fucked lovebird, and she's fucking smiling.
"Uh oh," she says, laughing. "Somebody's in trouble."
"Or two somebody's," I say, slipping from her. "If I'm getting butt fucked so are you."
"I'm not getting butt fucked," she says, sliding down my body.
"Yeah, we'll see," I laugh, kissing her swollen lips.
Another bang on the door has me jumping and my dick shriveling.
Fuck the police!
Bella fixes her dress while I toss the condom, pulling on my pants and my battered shirt.
"I look like a fucking douche," I say, my shirt hanging open.
"Yeah, well, at least you're a douche who can fuck."
"I knew you'd like it," I say, smiling like the douche I am. "If we don't get arrested, I'll let you go for a ride later."
She rolls her eyes, but the bitch is smiling, so yeah, fuck yeah, I'll be getting some more of that shit again.
She opens the door, and I step up behind her, looking for the FBI, a SWAT team at least, maybe even…
"Dad?" Bella says.
Did she just say dad?
Say fucking what?
"That's them," Esme says, pointing at us.
Bella snorts, and dad narrows his eyes before pushing the radio button hooked to his shirt. "Cullen, get in here."
How does he fucking know…
"Cullen?" Esme asks, the color draining from her despicable face.
"Welp, this is fun," Bella says, and I slap her ass without thinking.
Fuck, is he reaching for his gun?
Shit.