Author's Note: I owe a debt of gratitude to my new fandom friends TwiCharmed and AltheaJams who started a BBS thread over on Twilighted. I'll post a link on my profile. Please come play with us. We're sharing cockwards and pussy words galore. Twitter is now my new obsession. Stay tuned for some pimping in my end note. Thanks to my beta jkane180 and all of the bitches on the BBS thread for supplying an endless array of dirty words.
So it seemed Edward fucking Cullen wanted to play my very own reindeer games. Shit, I could do that. Whatever got his rocks off was fine with me. Just so long as he fucked me good and proper.
"I love you," Swan said, and I rolled my eyes, but only in the figurative sense, at her lack of imagination.
"Bella," Edward groaned, holding me by my wrists. I tried to break from the manacle-like hold, but he was unyielding. "Say it again, please. Tell me you love me again. I could die, baby, when I hear those sweet words from your lips."
Further eye-rolling ensued, now in the literal sense.
"I love you...you sparkly-dicked mother fucker."
The asshole smirked at me and said, "Where are my cock words?"
"Shut up and fuck me." I couldn't think. Lust possessed every impulse in me. Honestly, I had no access to whatever part of my brain controlled language.
"Give me a cock word, Flanagan." He transferred my wrists into one of his hands and lifted my arms above my head. My torso extended, and my breasts heaved desperately against his lean, sculpted chest.
"Um..." I faltered. He graced my painfully hard nipple with a teasing nip, before bringing his lips up to my neck. That sweet, cool finger found its way back into my pussy; however, it selfishly curved away from my most happy place. Fucking cunt-tease!
"Captain Slappy," I ejaculated, because it was the first word I could think of.
"You have a dirty fucking mind."
Shut up! Swan was mortified, but I didn't care. She could go back to Southlake and deal with the shit storm that was my life if she didn't want to cooperate with me.
Swan wasn't fucking blind. She might have been a tight-cunted wimp, but she certainly wasn't stupid. Edward was naked and gorgeous as all fuck. Also, he was contrite and reverent: a winning combination. His near-feral desire for us crumbled through the carefully crafted mask of self-control that he wore. He looked like a predator...an Incubus...a fuck-beast!
"Growl for me?" I begged
"No," he said sternly. His fingers took a lazy walk to my ass cheek and gave it a little pinch. "Not until you please me with more fowl language from that dirty fucking mouth of yours."
Holy fucking crow! Neat... Swan just thought that one all on her own. She writhed and bucked against our would-be lover, while I busied myself with trying to recall colourful language.
"Purple-headed bitch splitter." Yeah, that was a good one. I reached down and fisted his love length. "Aw, shit. It's too fucking sweet for words. I mean, I get you're a vampire and everything about you is designed to appeal to your prey or whatever... But dude, your wang is like epic hot."
Edward's cocky smile faltered a little. "I understood very little of what you just said."
"I said, 'Your dick is pretty and I'd like to sit on it.'"
-({})-
"I heard you the first time."
Oh, fuck no!
I was back in Southlake. That in itself would have been a slap in the tits, however, I was also kneeling in front of my psychiatrist.
He helped me to my feet while I mumbled a mortified apology. We both sat in our respective plastic chairs; he was panting, and I was trying not to vomit.
"Isabella... I'd like to take a moment to address your, er- rather promiscuous behaviour..." Dr. Shapiro stammered, staring down at the bulge in his pants.
"Um, what?"
"It would be unethical for me to let you sit on my dick, Isabella. You're a beautiful woman, and if you hadn't just been raped, I might even consider it..."
"Shut the fuck up!" Fucking ew! There was no way in hell I would ever sit on this jerkwad's johnson.
"Your reaction to the attack is somewhat unorthodox but not unheard of."
"I'm not promiscuous," I insisted.
"Please, there's no reason to feel ashamed. Rape is not about sex. It's an act of violence. Do you think that maybe you're trying to regain control over your destiny by manipulating the men around you through seduction?" The sick fuck licked his lips in a manner that hardly quelled my nausea.
"Believe me when I tell you that I have no intention of fucking you. Ever. Also, I have absolutely no control over my destiny. If I did, I'd be back in the Twilight universe making love to a fuck-hot vampire, who makes up for being a pansy-ass by being the god of finger banging. Also, you don't exist. The reason I know this, is Jasper doesn't exist in this universe, so there's no way he could have been the attacker. Also, also, I'd never fuck you. Never. Not even with your wife's pussy."
Dr. Shapiro's ego and erection deflated before me. It wasn't my intention to be cruel, but he needed to know my position on the matter of us making bouncy castles. My fortress was sealed, as far as his lance was concerned.
"Who is Jasper?"
"It's not important."
-({})-
"NO!"
"What's wrong, love?"
"Oh, Edward. She's back. I just got rid of her, and she's back again." I imagined a pillow and covered Flanagan's mouth with it.
You son-of-a-fuck! I will END you, if you pull that shit on me again... She battled for dominance, but I managed to keep the bitch at bay.
"It's alright, Bella. Let's stop. I'll just hold you." Edward's melodic voice belied the anxiety that tightened the flesh around his eyes.
"Fuck that! I want you, Edward. I'm not letting her get in the way of us being together. She's fucked with our destinies for the last time. You're mine!" I grabbed his face roughly and attacked his lips.
"My teeth! Please, love. Be careful."
"No," I growled. "Change me, Edward. She'll have no control over me if you turn me."
"Bella," he protested against my insistent kisses. "If I change you right now, I might be damning you to living with a confused mind for the rest of eternity."
Each one of my kisses was reciprocated with one of his own. I reminded myself to breathe through my nose so that I wouldn't pass out. "Please, Edward? Change me?"
"No, Bella. Give Carlisle more time...we need to exorcize your demons before turning you into one yourself."
"Clever," I groaned.
"Do you still want me, Bella?" His voice sounded so vulnerable.
"Forever and always. Will you change me?"
"Yes. But not tonight." A growl tore through his entire body, as he settled himself between my legs. "Right now I have other desires that need to be sated."
I giggled, despite myself. "Don't you crave my blood?"
"I crave your body, Bella." He lined his cock up with my lips and I lifted my hips to meet him. He took himself in his hand and rubbed the head against my swollen clit in tantalizing circles. I was so slick with desire for him, my hungry cunt kept trying to swallow him with every pass. I writhed and moaned and arched against him.
"You really want me...lust after me?" He was so hard but still, I couldn't quite believe it.
"After a century of celibacy, you're my only sexual outlet."
Yes!
"You better plug yourself in, then."
All at once, his cock impaled me completely and, as if anticipating my reaction, he locked his mouth to mine to quiet my screams of ecstasy. We stayed connected and unmoving and kissing for several moments, before he finally dragged himself down the walls of my pussy in a delicate stroke. His cool, bare skin both ignited and quenched my desire, all at once.
More, faster, harder! Can you hear me?
Over and over again, he split me. Oh, I couldn't get enough; I would never get enough. I bucked and squealed and pleaded with his body for more friction.
Faster, Edward! Harder!
He still set an achingly slow pace, despite my silent pleas to be sated. Our hips connected, but he would not acquiesce.
"I love you, Bella," he panted into my mouth, and I cried out, squeezing my thighs around his hips like a clamp.
"Oh, please, Edward!" I whimpered and bucked. Pressing my palms into the small of his back, I guided him to fuck me at a faster pace. "Please, Edward!"
"Faster?"
"Yes!"
Grunting like a beast, he moved impossibly fast, yet gentle. In fact, the motion created a buzzing vibration deep within me. Pleasure rocketed through my body as his hips became a blur of motion, too fast for my poor, human eyes to comprehend.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed and came. Oh, my fucking god, I came harder than I had ever climaxed before, in my sad, sex-starved life.
He pulled out and helped me ride out the crest and fall of my orgasm on his hand. I begged him to come with me, and he capitulated...all over his stomach after a pull of his fist.
"I remembered to pull out, this time," he said, proudly.
I smiled and cuddled into the crook of his arm. "You're still hard," I mused.
"Indeed. Want to go again?"
"Okay! Oh, and I think I have the perfect cock word for you..."
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Prince Everhard of the Netherland."
Author's Note: Do you have any favourite cockwards? Let me know in your review. Here's what I'm reading this week:
Fellow Indie winner Katinki's Dark Games & Twisted Minds. Her story was featured on the twitter readalong last week, hosted by angstgoddess003. I've also just started Relative Wind by Mac214 and it's fuckhott.
Also, TwiCharmed sent out an evite for a site launch on April 18th www(.)twificnews(.)com - she's also posted an evite on twitter.
Finally, I'm going to pimp myself. I wrote an offshoot one-shot of BBS for bforqueen's birthday called Bianca's Becoming Bella Swan. Warning, it's silly. I mean silly of Douglas Adams proportions. Also, it's a Jake lemon, which I know leaves a sour taste in some of your mouths.