A/N: Yeah, I suck, but I'm just so good at it.

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Chapter 4

Paul

On Sunday I had my weekly dinner with Renee and Phil. I could barely get a single bite down and mostly pushed the food around my plate.

My Mom was as oblivious as ever, but her husband sent me several concerned glances during the meal. "Are you okay?" Phil worried. "You don't look so good."

"Phil!" Renee tskt. "Don't you know better than to tell a girl she doesn't look good? Have I taught you nothing? Bella is fine, aren't you, Sweetie?"

'No, Mom, I'm not. Not even close.'

When I came home later that evening I sat on my bed for hours, staring at the small bottle on my nightstand.

I blinked back the tears in my eyes and tried to force myself to throw it away. To quit the dreams, cold turkey style. On my terms.

But as the clock struck midnight I reached for the bottle and let the last drops hit my tongue.

We left the noise from the bonfire down on First Beach behind us, followed by good natured catcalls and wolf whistles as we walked away hand in hand.

When Paul's house came into view he growled impatiently and effortlessly threw me over his shoulder. The large shirt he had lent me rolled down to my shoulders from my half-hearted struggles to free myself and tendrils of hair fell loose from the messy bun on top of my head. I squealed in delight, both from his shameless display of strength and his clear annoyance with my slow human pace.

The feeling of his naked skin against mine had my heart flutter rapidly inside of my chest, like the flapping of hummingbird wings. With shaking hands I grabbed ahold of the waistline of his cut-offs to keep myself in place, groaning from the friction of his skin against my exposed nipples. I kissed his back wherever I could reach. Licked along his spine. A muted growl rumbled from his chest sending vibrations to my lips, making them tingle.

Paul held me tightly with one hand and slapped my ass with the other. The sensation went straight to my already throbbing pussy and I pressed my lips together, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.

But there was no use trying to hide anything from him, "You like that, Beautiful?" he murmured, his voice dark and gravelly. "You like it when I spank you? Such a bad girl."

My breathless, "No," came out sounding more as a strangled groan, ruining my attempt at denying the truth. Not only did I like everything he did to me, I fucking loved it.

Paul's hot breath burned the back of my thighs when he chuckled quietly. "Keep telling yourself that, Beautiful."

My breathing hitched and a shiver ran through me as Paul's hand slid from my knee, brushed the back of my thigh and beneath the hem of my shorts, squeezing my ass. "This is mine. You are mine," he growled possessively. "And I'm yours."

Heat spread throughout my body. I nodded, knowing full well that he couldn't see me. If I opened my mouth I'd only embarrass myself by begging him to fuck me, and I wasn't ready to show him how much I needed him.

But Paul knew. He always did.

He opened his door and carried me inside, closing it behind us with a kick. With a form grip on my ass he lowered my slowly until my bare feet touched the floor.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me, Beautiful?" he breathed, and pulled me closer to him, kneading my flesh with his strong hands, pressing his hard cock against my stomach.

Moisture soaked my shorts and all I could do was moan his name, "Paul."

"Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that," he grunted, his eyes dark and stormy. "I can smell how fucking wet you are," he pressed his face into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. "You smell amazing, Beautiful. Good enough to eat."

Just the thought of him between my legs, his tongue licking, lips sucking, teeth nibbling had me panting heavily. "Yes, please…"

Before I could finish he ducked his head and crushed his lips to mine. He picked me up and pushed my back against the wall, hitching my legs around his waist. The length of his cock fitting snuggly in the slit of my aching pussy.

Paul placed his thumb at the corner of my mouth, pressing gently, and deepened the kiss when I parted my lips for him. He darted his tongue into my mouth. Teasingly sweeping, searching, and sliding, before curling it around mine. Sucking, stroking, swirling. Lips, teeth, tongue; taking, taking, taking and giving so much in return.

Too much. Not enough.

A distinct 'rrripppppp' sounded as he tore my shorts in half, I groaned into his mouth and arched my back. When he broke the kiss to pull the shirt over my head I whimpered from the loss of his lips against mine.

Pressing my heels against his ass to push him closer to me I realized that he was as naked as I was. Somehow, he had gotten rid of his cut-offs without me noticing.

His stubble scraped my skin when he skimmed his nose between my tits. Pushing them together he licked a trail from nipple to nipple before biting down on one of them. I cried his name, threw my head back, banging it against the wall. "Please…"

He released my tits, his hand going straight for my needy pussy. One finger, two. I tried to meet his thrusts, but the hand still gripping my ass, and his body, held me firmly in place.

He curled his fingers upward, but just as I was about to clench around him he pulled out and brought them, soaked with my own juices, up to my mouth. "Taste yourself on me, Beautiful," he demanded, his eyes boring into mine.

I sucked his fingers into my mouth, humming as I tasted the salty tartness. "Fuck," he cursed as I curled my tongue around his now clean digits.

He replaced his fingers with his mouth and lined the head of his cock up to my entrance, "Do you want me to fuck you against the wall, Beautiful?" her growled into my mouth. "Do you want me to pound your sweet pussy?" I sobbed as he stroked my clit, back and forth, adding a little more pressure with each sweep of his fingers, "Say it, or I won't fuck you."

"Please, Paul" I begged desperately. "I need you, please."

He lowered me slowly onto his cock. I moaned as I felt the thick head of his dick push past my inner lips. My pussy struggled to accommodate his girth. It burnt in the most delicious way, both pleasure and pain. Our eyes locked and held, our breathing labored and once he was fully sheathed inside of me he threw his head back and growled. "Mine!"

Still pinned to the wall by his body I clung to him as he pounded my pussy, just as he promised. A fine sheen of sweat covered our skin. My fingers digging, my nails clawing, my mouth whimpering, sobbing, gasping for breath as he drove into me.

"Harder, faster, moremoremore," I babbled incoherently, already feeling myself tighten around him.

My body shook with the force of his thrusts, "That's it, Beautiful," he grunted, "I wanna feel you come on my cock," he punctuated his words by pinching my clit.

I came undone, screaming his name against his throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

"That's right, Beautiful," he gritted, jaw tight, the veins on his neck protruding. "Squeeze my cock with your pussy."

He slowed his thrusts until I came down from my climax.

He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, "I'm not done with you yet."

Still joined he carried me to his bedroom, my body shuddered with mini orgasms with every step he took.

His cock slid out of me as he lowered me onto the bed, "On your hands and knees, Beautiful," he breathed. "I wanna fuck you from behind."

My legs and arms felt like jelly, I could barely move, but hurried to do as I was told. Anticipation made my body sing as I felt him behind me. I rested on my forearms, head buried in his pillow, ass in the air.

Gripping my hips he entered my swiftly, his fingers digging deeper into my flesh with every hard thrust, he leaned forward, his chest pressed to my back. My name fell from his lips as he pounded into me.

I pushed myself up onto my hands, rocking against him in time with his movements.

His growls increased in intensity and he roared as he exploded inside of me. I squeezed his cock as tightly as I could, wanting to prolong the sensation for both of us as long as possible. Hearing his breath catch sent me over the edge again as he continued moving, still hard.

"You're mine," he gritted between his teeth and thrust wildly into me. "Say it, Beautiful. Tell me you're mine,"

"I-I…" I couldn't speak. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as another orgasm overtook me.

"Say it!"

Before I had the chance to say anything he pulled me back against his chest, pressed his face into the crook of my shoulder and sank his teeth into my neck.

I jerked upright in bed, gasping for breath.

Lifting a shaking hand to my aching neck I wasn't the least bit surprised to feel the impressions of Paul's teeth disappearing underneath my fingers.

"It's over," I whispered to no one. "It's all over."

The tears that had been threatening to spill all day dripped one by one down my cheeks.

Curling into a ball in the middle of my empty bed I cried for them. The men I lost. The men I never really had.

When I hours later managed to go back to sleep I was immediately pulled into another dream.

A/N: Oh, will you look at that. Now you have met all four men. Do you have a favorite? Care to guess what mine is?

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