Author's Note: This is just an outtake, Flanny. Don't get carried away.
Isabella Flanagan glared at me through the page, and the narrative transformed into first person.
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"What are you doing, Bells?"
"Shhh, Carlisle won't be back for ages, and you're supposed to keep an eye on me. I'd like you to keep other parts of your body on me, too." I lifted the front of his shirt and traced the lines of his abs, watching the muscles shudder beneath my hands spasmodically. My fingers lowered to the 'V' beneath his navel. "I want you to prove to me that you're not a pansy-ass like Edward. Fuck me like a real vampire would."
"No, Bells... I won't do it," he said, guiding my hand to the elastic of his underwear. "Just touch me a little."
"Okay," I said, grazing the tip of his cock with my fingernail.
"And let me touch you some..."
"Sure."
"And can I kiss you, Bells?"
"Yeah, Emmett. Have at it." He brought his lips to mine carefully, stopping about an inch away, our noses nearly grazing.
"And maybe fuck you a little?"
"Emmett?"
"Yeah-huh?
"Stop talking."
Dipping under his Calvin's (I know, can you fucking believe it?!), my fingers wrapped around the elastic and yanked down quickly. The light pouring through the slit in the window highlighted his massive cock, illuminating the skin with a delicate sheen. I made a tight fist around his dick and gave him a couple of firm pulls. His reaction was most surprising. He lowered his head into my hair and whimpered.
"Fuck me, Bella. You're so warm and delicate. I don't want to hurt you."
"Are you worried that you're going to break my hand with your cock? I gotta tell you; that would be impressive."
He bucked into my hand at warp speed, nearly shattering my fingers. "Oh my god, ow!" I cradled my dick-pumping hand against my chest and pulled away. "Colour me fucking impressed."
"Shit, Belly. I'm sorry. I've never fucked a mortal before."
"Yeah, that's something a girl wants to hear. Maybe this isn't such a great idea, Em."
"Aw, c'mon. You got him all excited now. Just stroke him a little more. I'll be more careful." The fucker made puppy dog eyes at me while simultaneously flexing every muscle in his upper body. "Please? I'll be really good to you in return. I'm fucking epic at going downtown! Your spasm chasm won't know what hit it."
Despite his disgusting display of bravado and uninspired euphemisms, I relented.
"Get naked you sparkly fucker. All the way naked."
"Yes, ma'am!" His face exploded into grin and dimple, and I was delighted to see that he had a matching pair of dimples on his ass too. He shrugged off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans, employing only human speed despite the fact that he was wagging his ass at me like an excited puppy. "Now you. Show me those titties."
"And despite what you just said, I'm getting naked. If you weren't such a fuckhot motherfucker, there's no way this would be happening." I pulled my 'Team Eric' t-shirt over my head and then fumbled with the clasp on my bra. When I finally peeled it away from my breasts, Emmett's eyes became saucers.
"Woah! What are your nipples doing?"
So, that wasn't the response I had expected. "Um, getting hard?"
He slid his hands over my stomach and around my back. "Can I touch them?"
"Sure."
He made little circles on my nipples for a moment before pulling them gently between his fingers. "So soft," he groaned, staring passionately into my eyes... At least, he would have been if my eyes were located on my chest. "Can I lick them?"
"Go for it."
Apparently, Emmett had some major Oedipal issues to work through. He latched onto my boob, swirling his tongue around the nipple several times before kissing around it over and over again. "Look at it pucker!" he exclaimed in wonderment and blew cool air onto my damp skin.
"Omigod, stop!" I yelled and smacked his cheek. "Dude, that shit is all kinds of weird."
"Sorry! Vampire titties don't do this. Can I fuck your tits?"
"No," I snarled and grabbed my shirt. "This freakshow fuck is over. Get out of my room."
"What?"
"You heard me, asswipe. I'm not your science experiment so if you're not going to fuck me properly, you can crawl back into your vampire bitch's cunt and leave me the fuck alone." I opened the door to usher him out, but in a flash, he had me pinned against it, shutting it with his fist.
"You've never fucked a real man before, have you, little girl?" His voice was an inhuman growl, falling nearly an octave below its natural timbre.
"Um..."
"Take your pants off, slut," he ordered, cupping me between my legs. Instantly, my panties grew damp.
"Take them off yourself, whore." My voice was an impassioned moan. I fucking loved it when pansy-vamps got dirty.
"If I have to do it, it might not be gentle."
"Fuck gentle."
He dropped to his knees and bit into the pocket of my jeans. Within seconds, my pants were shredded into confetti. Another snarl tore through him as he positioned his head between my thighs. Before I knew what was happening, he hooked my legs around his neck and held me up with one hand on my ass. The other hand moved my panties to the side, revealing my pussy.
"So pink and moist," he muttered and licked me several times. "So fuckin' sweet."
"Oh my god!" was all I could manage to yell. His tongue plunged deep inside of me while his free hand massaged my clit.
"That's right, say my name, bitch."
"You're not 'my god,' dickmunch."
"Oh yeah? I bet I could have you praying at my alter."
Yeah, I bet he could too. My thighs squeezed his hard head tightly between them. He grabbed my ass with both of his hands and lifted me high on his chin. It's a good thing I wasn't afraid of heights... or vampire cunnilingus for that matter. He licked me over and over again before creating a wave with his tongue and massaging deep within my slit. I moaned like an over-sexed porn star.
"You like that?"
His tongue started to flutter like humming bird wings inside of me, the tip inexplicably grazing my holy grail with each upward lick. "Edward!"
"Emmett," he corrected.
"Yeah, Emmett! Oh fuck, that feels good."
He bent his head back all the way and extended his tongue like a cool, wet, vibrating dick. He then proceeded to tongue fuck me by pounding my cunt into his face. It was like riding a tilt-a-whirl and getting head at the same time.
"Fuck, Emmett. I need you to fuck me now."
He ignored me, slicing deep into my cunt over and over again. I closed my eyes and clutched his forearms, losing myself in the rhythm and cold ecstasy of his skilled mouth.
"Emmett," I pleaded like a bitch. He moved one of his hands around to my abdomen and I tensed, clutching his arm frantically.
"Bella," he said, gasping (which was strange since he didn't breathe). "I won't drop you. Trust me. I'm not gonna hurt you. Relax."
For some reason, that was so fucking sexy I wanted to come. I relaxed. Every muscle relaxed except the muscles deep within my pussy. He lifted and dropped me onto his face while massaging my clit in gentle circles. He was both rough and tender with me at once.
"Fuck," I groaned, feeling my walls tighten around his tongue. "I'm gonna come."
"Not yet." Before I could argue, he set me on my feet. "First you're gonna suck it."
"Mother shitter!" Who the fuck did he think he was? "I nearly came. Why did you stop?"
"Get my dick wet." He motioned for me to drop to my knees.
"Not until I come," I protested. He shook his head and pressed his palm flush against my crown.
"Neither of us will come until the eel has been delivered to the fish market."
I dropped to my knees and replied, "Is that a Chinese proverb?"
"C'mon, cuntcake. Suck me. Stop beating around the tree."
My mouth responded in a non-verbal fashion, my tongue swirling around his tip. He tasted clean and sweet.
"Ahhhh, yeah, Belly. Fuck that feels so good. You're so hot, I can't take it."
He was pretty fucking hot too. Suddenly, I sucked him with a renewed gusto, wanting to lick and kiss and fuck every inch of his magnificent body. Shit, I couldn't help myself. I didn't even care when he hit the back of my throat, making me gag slightly. When I felt his balls start to tighten beneath my fingers, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off of him.
"Belly," he groaned and pulled me against his chest. "I don't wanna jizz in your mouth. Let's get my flute in your chute."
"I do believe that you're trying to seduce me with all of those pretty words."
"Yeah, well, you just gobbed on my knob. I'm pretty sure you're gonna let me in that joybox."
I sighed. "Emmett. I think you're probably my soulmate or something. Too bad it'll never work in this universe."
"Sweet, Belly. I've always been crazy about you." He brought his lips to mine and kissed me gently. "You're so fucking beautiful and deranged."
"You, too."
"Lie down and let me get another look at you."
I sprawled out onto my back and laced my fingers through his, motioning for him to join me. He draped his heavy body on top of mine, our fingers still linked.
"The safe word is 'taco.'"
"Um, safe word?"
"Yeah, if you want me to stop what I'm doing, use the safe word. Just say 'taco' and I'll stop whatever I'm doing to you."
"Why can't I just say 'stop?'"
"Nah, taco is better."
He made a fist around his length and urged my thighs apart with his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass.
"Edward's girly dick can't do what mine can, baby. I'm about to give your pipes a good cleaning."
"Shut the fuck u--Oh. Oh, fuck." He drove himself forward inside of me, effectively silencing me, save for whatever moans and screams of pleasure escaped my lips.
"That good, baby?"
"Emmett," I groaned, lifting my head so that I could watch him unsheathe himself from my pussy lips, only to rock himself back in even further. Never, had I ever wished for a full length mirror or a video camera more than I did at this moment, as Emmett had his way with me, like some sort of pussy-pleasing monster. His cock-head seemed to be angled perfectly, scraping along every pleasure centre in my canal.
"Don't stop, asshole," I pleaded and he groaned, capturing my mouth in a soft kiss. There was absolutely no correlation between the way his gentle mouth caressed mine and the nearly violent passion he employed, burying his cock inside of me. Each pump filled me completely, and he quickened his pace until his hips became a blur of motion.
"Like a fucking hummingbird," I groaned. "You move at the speed of a humming bird."
"Bella," he moaned deeply into my mouth. I dug my fingers into the small of his back and he whimpered. "I wish you were mine."
"Shut up, Emmett. Make me come."
"So fucking warm and beautiful," he grunted and nuzzled into my neck, letting his lips slide a cool line into my throat. "Say my name?"
"Emmett." My voice was a breathy sigh. His icy tongue snaked around the flesh of my neck and I shuddered, erupting into goose flesh.
"Is this okay? Am I being gentle enough?"
His mouth was so tender and sweet but his cock was rougher than I was used to. I don't think I minded that at all.
"You're fucking me like a real man," I said because he was. Not like a vampire or a monster, but like a fucking master of pussy.
"Shit, Belly. You're gonna make me blow my wad."
"Do it," I pleaded, feeling the telltale signs of my own impending orgasm. I bore down onto the cool friction of his dick, still burning deep inside my core, despite the chill of naked skin. "Do it," I commanded, arching up towards him, straining to meet each of his ferocious thrusts with one of my own. He slowed his movements to match my rhythm.
I looked into his eyes while he looked at me with a sweetness I hadn't realized he was capable of. Fucking him was as easy as riding a gentle wave on a calm sea, even though our passion for each other seemed unending.
He was my sexual soulmate... and there wasn't a bloody thing I could do about it.
Tears escaped my eyes as I came. If my pussy could have sung an aria, it would have. The orgasm built with a gentle pressure deep inside my core and then exploded all throughout my pelvis. Emmett could feel it.
"I'm fucking in love with that pussy," he groaned and released his seed deep inside of me with a final, shaky thrust.
We were both shaking, trying to come down from the mind-blowing climax.
"Fuck, dude. I think I just imprinted on your cock."
"Can we do this again, Bella?"
"No, Emmett. This never happened. It's only an outtake."
Emmett scowled at me and said, "Shit."
"Indeed. Shit."
Yet, it was evident that the author of my universe was still composing twisted prose, so I took the opportunity to kiss Emmett's chest before that bitch decided to get all clever and close the scene with a few lame parting shots.
"Bella?"
"Yeah?"
"That was good, right?"
"Yeah, Emmett. It was really fucking good."
"Yeah, you liked it, didn't you?"
"I already told you I did."
"I bet you'll be dreaming about my cocket rocket the next time you're riding Edward's limp biscuit."
"Emmett?"
"Yeah?"
"Taco."
Author's Note: Um, so yeah. That was just an outtake for my beta jkane180. I'm auctioning off two 3,000-word outtakes of BBS, buyers' choice, in the Fandom Gives Back. I'll be posting a link shortly on my profile. Reviews make my phone vibrate, which, as you know, makes me very HAPPY.