A/N: Soooooo excited about everyone's response to this! And the last chapter? good yeah? ;) I'm glad most of you caught onto the pierced cock. My dream tattward, has his lip and cock pierced, also. That's why I am writing him. ;) Here is today's update. We will see you all tomorrow! Thanks so much for all the love, support, reviews! :) Means so so much to me!

BPOV

As my breathing slows down, I open one eye and find Edward staring at his hands that are still holding me to him.

His hands slowly leave my body and I can't help but feel disappointment wash over me as he does this.

When his eyes meet mine, he smiles and hands me my shirt and bra from off the floor.

I start putting on my clothes, trying not to over-think everything that just happened.

I don't know if I can even begin to explain how fucking powerful and intense that just was.

I close my eyes.

But, I don't know him.

I just met him today!

This isn't a good idea, Bella!

He just pierced my nipple for shit sake!

And speaking of piercings, I'm reminded of what I felt on his cock as he was thrusting into my hand.

I shiver.

His cock is pierced.

Holy shit.

I've never seen one in real life before, only in porn and on tumblr, but they've definitely starred in my spank bank highlights, more than once.

"You ready to go?" he asks me as he wipes down the counter.

"Um, yeah. I guess I should go," I reply awkwardly. "Oh, how much do I owe you?" I cringe after the words fall from my lips.

"No charge," he says, still smiling as he wipes down the chair I was sitting in.

I guess I didn't make as much of an impression on him as he did me.

No charge?

Is that a compliment or an insult?

I sigh and shake my head at myself because of the fact that I am still standing there.

I'm reluctant to leave because this man has just given me my most extreme orgasm ever and I am suppose to just walk out?

I've never felt this before.

This all-consuming need and want and got to have it.

But what if he does this all the time?

With all his customers?

Oh god.

I notice him watching me with a smirk and I instantly become annoyed.

"What?" I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

He chuckles and walks towards me where I have been rooted since I stood from the chair.

Once he is in front of me he bends his knees so he is eye level with me and cups my face in his large hands that were just doing amazing things to my body.

"Wanna go have some fun?" he asks as he wiggles his eyebrows.

Those green eyes have me hypnotized again and those feelings of doubt running through my head...are gone.

I only see him.

"What'd you have in mind?"

"Come with me," he murmurs quietly, taking my hand and pulling me along behind him.

I follow, willingly.

We walk through the lobby and out the door where he retrieves his keys from his pocket and locks the door.

I gape at him, surprised he actually owns the place.

He smirks at me before kissing my cheek quickly and dragging me down the sidewalk, his hand still holding mine.

How can something feel so completely right, so fucking quickly?

Is this wrong?

Shit, I don't care.

I don't wanna be right then.

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Laura

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