Bella

My heart is drumming in my ears, making me feel lightheaded. But I don't waver. Now that I know Edward and I are on the same page as my mother? Knowing that he wants me? Well, I just have to go in for the kill.

And I'll gladly take my price with both hands.

"God…" he sighs heavily, trying everything in his power not to look at me right now. So I move closer, not giving him that chance.

I plant my lips on his neck, and when he just groans and mutters 'fuck', I move onto his lap.

"Bell," he starts as I bite his neck, his grip tight on my upper arms.

I ignore him.

"Baby…" It sounds like he's in pain. And I'm here for it. I'm here for the way his strong hands take hold of me and his eyes burn into mine when I pull back. But most of all, the hard cock I feel under me? That's the gold I've been digging for all my life.

"Just…" I start, tipping his chin up with my hand, feeling the roughness of Edward's stubble underneath my fingertips. "Let me kiss you, daddy. If you don't want it after that? I'll let you eat your dinner in peace and go fuck myself with my B.O.B." I lick my lips for emphasis as I stare at his.

"You like telling me what to do, baby doll?" he says suddenly, eyes dark.

"I'm used to getting what I want, daddy. And right now?" I sigh. "Right now I want that big, fat cock of yours so deep inside me it'll burn my throat."

Edward's next look makes my head spin and pussy flutter violently.

"Silly little baby…" He flips us over, trapping my body on the couch with his. "Thinking you actually have the upper hand here, don't you?"

It takes him one, languid lick up my neck to make me quiver. I want more.

"Oh daddy," I sigh. "This? This is exactly what I was after." I claw his bicep, dragging him closer. "So I guess I do have the upper hand."

Edward thrusts his hips up, giving me a taste…an appetizer if you will.

"Maybe I've wanted your little pussy around my cock ever since you stepped foot in this house again," he starts, his big bands on my body, trailing up paths of heat.

"So my tricks were working, then?" I tease, arching my back as he palms my tits.

"Baby, all it takes for my cock to get hard, is to hear your fucking breathing, smell your perfume…" I find his words oddly sweet. Then again, I've always liked raunchy.

"I wonder what'll happen then when I actually try…" I muse.

"Try me, little doll," Edward says, licking his lips. "Use daddy's fucking cock." His harsh whisper gives me goosebumps as he surrenders, my shorts completely soaked. He hasn't even tried, either.

Edward slides his body onto the floor, his back against the couch.

"What are you waiting for, heh?" he bluffs.

I waste no time, peeling myself off the couch, slowly unbuttoning my cardigan, feeling the soft, knitted material slide over my arms and drop to the floor. I'm feeling overheated, skin sizzling from the heat of Edward's gaze as I'm left in nothing but red lace and the short shorts that are riding up my ass.

The breeze from outside comes as a gift from above, kissing my arms, legs and midriff, cooling me down enough to make me coherent.

"I've seen you stare, daddy," I say, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, loving the way Edward hisses when I turn my back to him and slide the spandex off my ass, bending down so he gets the full experience.

Suddenly he's behind me, and I feel the heat of his body before I hear his raspy, sexy voice.

"Fuck, baby…"

Hot palms trace my curves before I feel his bare stomach against my back. It makes me shudder. Edward is all testosterone, his scent overpowering me. I close my eyes, surrendering to citrus and sandalwood as I lean back and let my head fall against his chest.

I love how tall Edward is, how safe he makes me feel.

"This ass, though," he spanks my ass so hard I yelp. "You've been absolutely killing me with those little bathing suits," Edward says.

"I'm sorry daddy…" I pout. "I didn't know how I could get your attention. For a minute, I thought you didn't even care, or looked."

"Oh, I was looking, sweetheart. Why did you think I was digging that tub in this heat, heh?" he asks, turning me in his arms, grabbing me by the chin. "Did you honestly think I was just doing what your mom asked me to do?" There's this gleam in his eyes, making him look more boyish, lethally handsome.

I shrug.

"No, beautiful. "Edward licks his lips. "I was doing that because you walked in with your suitcases and teary little whiskey eyes. I did that because of that first afternoon by the pool, when you wore the red, high-cut one piece. When you looked at me with that smile, your princess hair all wet and plastered to your magical rack?" He shakes his head.

"Baby doll, that was it. The moment I fucking had to have you."

I swallow thickly, my eyes trained on the tiny freckles on Edward's cheekbones, moving down to his lips. Then he smirks.

"So," he says, his fingers brushing my hair behind my ear before he glides them down my braid, his knuckles grazing my hard nipple. "I believe I was promised a kiss, wasn't I, doll? Or are you all talk?"

I remind myself that Bella Swan never backs down. And that she takes what she wants.

"Thought you called the shots," I smirk, playing with the chain around Edward's neck.

"Fucking brat," he mutters before grabbing me by the throat, making me gasp. "Kiss daddy like you mean it."

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