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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Eighty-Eight
EPOV
Living alone in rainy town of Forks with Bella was a true test of my strength.
Over the past several months there have been times where I literally wanted to throw her across the table and fuck her brains out.
Yeah, the fact that I hadn´t done it yet was a testament in and of itself.
My fucking hands were a smooth as a goddamn baby´s bottom; I´ve jacked off so much.
The other day when I stopped by the Thriftway to replenish my stock of baby lotion, I ran into Sharon Newton, the town fucking gossip.
Standing in line, I nervously rearranged the four bottles of Johnson & Johnson pink baby lotion behind the orange juice and the gallon of low fat milk I was buying.
"Mr. Cullen," Mrs. Newton greeted, batting her thin gray lashes at me. Reaching out, she gave my bicep a flirty squeeze. "How are you doing?" she asked rhetorically. Not really caring about my answer, Sharon continued, as the conversation was one-sided.
With her hand still on my bicep, and her cone-shaped tits a little too close to be deemed sociable, Sharon offered me what she would consider an out. "I know how it is to raise a teenager, alone, Edward. You´re young, Edward, and suddenly, your freedom was snatched out from under you, and you´re left only to deal with the needs of a sniveling little, snot-nosed brat! If there´s anything, anything at all that I can do to lighten your load, please..." blink...blink...bat...bat..."feel free to..." blink...blink...squeeze…bat...bat..."let me know."
Damn bitch!
Desperate much?
I think I just threw up a little in my mouth!
Okay, a-fucking-lot, I threw up a lot!
Just thinking about her sickly sweet smell was making me nauseated all over again.
Word on the street was Michael Newton Sr. ran off with the town´s rival little league coach when little Mikey was five years old, seems as though Senior preferred to bat for the other team.
Haha...pun fucking intended!
Right then, a stiff bat and a random pair of balls were looking a hell of a lot better than the alternative.
Hey, if you knew Sharon Newton, you´d bat for the other team too!
Removing her sharp talons from my arm, I put a considerable amount of space between us. "Sharon, as...uhh...farcical as that may sound, I´m going to have to regretfully decline." I knew that her limited knowledge of the English language would not yield to her the meaning of such a scarcely used word.
Damn, I love being an English professor!
"Well," Sharon said, eyeballing the massive amount of lotion that I was placing on the conveyor belt, "suit yourself, Edward." And with an irritated huff, she hoisted up her pointy titties and headed for the other register.
I seriously thought that my dick and balls were never going trust me again. Those fuckers were hiding somewhere behind one of my vital organs, and refused to come out to play until I showed them a picture of my sexy, sweet, innocent little girl.
Yeah that was a close one!
Thankfully, as I felt it twitch between my legs, I was forgiven.
The hot water pelted against my back and my head fell into the crook of my arm, as the palm of my hand grazed the tip of my sensitive cock on the upstroke. I was torn between making this quick, or dragging it out and prolonging my pleasure.
The need to see my girl, and find out how her day had been won out, and I beefed up my efforts.
Pump, pump...squeeze, stroke...
Pump, pump...squeeze, stroke...
"Fuckkkk..." I moaned, sparks of ecstasy igniting my body in flames.
Jesus, this feels good!
But it´s wrong, Edward!
Fucking conscience!
You know I´m right!
Ignoring the buzz killing voice droning on in my head, I focused on the throbbing head between my legs.
Feeling Bella´s presence, knowing that my girl was just down the hall from me only made my cock harder.
With my free hand, I reached down to cup and squeeze my aching balls. "Ungh…fuck! Feels…ungh...so fucking good! Ahh…" I hissed a little too loudly. Pumping my cock vigorously, I grunted and moaned in unadulterated pleasure. "Ah...ah...shit!" I moaned, seeing stars. White scorching heat spread throughout my entire body as thick ribbons of my seed washed down the drain. Unable to stop myself, I cried out, "Bella," before collapsing on the shower bench.
Thank God it was there because my legs felt like Jell-O.
It took me a minute to regain my faculties.
Thoughts of my sweet girl did it to me every time.
With trembling hands I finished my shower, dressed, and headed downstairs in search of my muse.
Well, anybody want take a roll in the hay with Mrs. Newton? Haha... She must be but-ugly if Edward is considering jumping ship to play for the other team! Just saying... Ok, let me know what you think. You guys know how much I love waking up to your awesome reviews.
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