AN: What can I say, the bastards scheduled me for 70.5 hours between both gigs!

That´s What Little Girl´s Are Made Of…

Chapter One-Twenty-Five

BPOV

After what seemed like hours, but in reality was no more than about fifteen minutes, Edward and I thawed. Demitri´s messages sounded urgent, but at the same time, very vague. Neither Edward nor I had a clue as to what he could want with us. We were just starting to find happiness again, why wait practically a year and a half to dredge all of this up.

I could see the toll that this was having on Edward. He was looking so lost and out of control. Things seemed to be falling in to place for us, and now, not so much. I could see the remnants of pain each and every time we spoke of our engagement. None of our biological parents or relatives would be there to share in our happiness.

We both wanted closure, but had resigned ourselves to the fact that it may never come. And, after all this time, to find out that Esme and Carlisle´s bodies were finally found would only be another devastating blow. Besides, there would be nothing left but bones now anyway. We´re both better off not knowing just how much the two people we loved most in the world suffered.

Standing, I took Edward´s hand in mine and tugged. "Let´s just leave it for now," I suggested, knowing that there was nothing that could be accomplished with the lateness of the hour. "It will still be there in the morning, I promise." Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I pulled out the big guns. "You couldn´t really show me how happy you were that your little girl said yes on the island," adding a finger to my mouth for good measure, "and I know I was naughty." Switching hands, so I could turn my back towards him, I looked over my shoulder. "Wanna spank me, Sir?" And just like that, all was forgotten as my fiancé threw me over his shoulder and headed down the hall to our bedroom.

"Ahh..." I squealed as Edward tossed me onto the bed.

"You´re fucking right," he growled, causing my panties to go up in virtual flames. "My little girl has been very, very naughty." Thankfully, I´d stripped down to nothing but a tank top and boy shorts when I went into the laundry room.

So quickly that my head started spinning, Edward had me out of my panties and over his knee. Each stinging slap to my flesh made me wetter than the last. "Yes, Sir! Ungh… yes..." I half moaned half screamed. I prayed that a nice hard fucking would soon follow.

"You´re such a greedy girl," thwack...thwack, "begging me to spank your ass," thwack...thwack, "turn it nice and pink." Edward panted between licks. "You like that don´t you? You like it when Sir turns your ass nice and red?"

"Mmmhmm..." I moaned wantonly. "Yes Sir, I love it when you turn my ass pink, but I love your big, thick cock even more. Please," I whined in a little girl voice, squirming in his lap. "Argghh..." I cried out when I felt Sir´s fingers plunge deeply inside me. My body jerked, and I came instantly from the surprise intrusion. "Oh my... fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk..." I moaned elongating the last word as a fire so hot it scorched my insides ran through me. I was still a panting mess when Edward pushed my face into the comforter and sheathed the entire length of his cock to the hilt in me.

Wrapping my ponytail around his wrist, Edward pulled me back as he slammed into me. "Hold on, Little Girl, it´s going to be a rough fucking ride."

I hope this holds you till I get back! Smooches! Leave me some love, it makes me feel like all this is worth it!

Krazi

xoxo

BTW... Keep CaraNo & Family in your prayers, but respect their need for space to grieve...