AN: Okay, so I´m a pushover... Don´t tell, I´ve got a rep to protect!
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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter One-Oh-One
BPOV
Yesterday, I was a nerdy high school valedictorian, who was completely unsure of herself.
But, today, I felt like a confident little vixen ready to take on the world.
There was something powerful and sexy about reducing a Greek Adonis, like Edward Cullen, to nothing more than putty in the palm of my hands.
I was the one laying in bed with this sex god and could hardly believe it myself.
Pumping Edward´s cock languidly, I teased and tempted him to take me, make me his once again.
I was sore, physically, but the emptiness and bereft feeling of not having Edward buried inside me was worse.
Discomfort aside, I needed to feel that connection again!
I needed to feel the closeness that only came from being connected to him in the most intimate of ways.
This feeling was new to me, but I swear I´d give up a major organ if it meant that I never had to lose it again.
Another surprise was the heat that spread through my body at being Edward´s little girl.
Don´t get twisted, I do not have any daddy issues, nor am I seeking a replacement father figure.
Charlie wasn´t the most affectionate person in the world, but I never wanted for anything, and he made damn certain that I knew I was loved.
And, where most girls only get that once, I was privileged to have it twice. Carlisle Cullen was a remarkable pseudo-father. What Charlie lacked in the touchy-feely department, Carlisle never let an opportunity for a hug or simple kisses to the forehead pass us by.
I was a lucky girl to have had two great fathers in my lifetime.
That being said, there were definitely some strong feelings brewing inside of me at the thought of being Edward´s little girl. With Edward, the connotation of the phrase took on a whole different meaning.
I was stubborn and independent to a fault, but yearning to be cared for and coddled at the same time. I just hope that Edward and I can find a way to balance the two out.
And, by the way he reacted to my innocent little white nightie and hair ribbon tonight, I don´t think that it will be too hard – no pun intended – to merge the two together.
And the simple fact that Edward is presently between my legs, rubbing the tip of his gorgeous cock between my legs, proves my point; it´s impossible to resist the temptation of his little girl.
With a simple pout and a little whine to my tone, I could get him to do just about anything.
It was going to be hard not to abuse my newfound powers.
Oops...did I make reference again?
Guess I am just a naughty little girl!
"Ahh..." I sighed in blissful contentment as inch-by-torturous inch, Edward slid into me. Stretching and filling me beyond my wildest dreams.
I was going to do my best to keep him satisfied, because at this point, there was no way to survive without him.
Edward Anthony Masen Cullen was exactly my brand of heroin.
And I was beyond addicted!
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