Bella
I'm over the fucking moon. I'm in seventh heaven. I feel like I'm everywhere at once, and I am absolutely loving everything about this.
Edward kisses the exact way I thought he would. The way I'd hoped. He's rough and aggressive, taking exactly what he wants. Truth be told, he's owning me. And I'm overjoyed, turned on beyond comprehension.
I can't believe I just sucked my stepdaddy's cock in my mother's living room. And I can't believe he liked it. I liked it so much I can't wait to do it again.
His tongue is in my mouth, surprising the ever-loving fuck out of me. I've met zero guys interested in a little French action after a blowjob. Yet this guy devours me like I'm the best thing in the pantry. Only Edward is not a guy. No, he's a fucking man. And he owns the word one thousand percent. He should be in the dictionary next to the damn word.
My heart is beating out of my chest, my legs feeling like jell-O as Edward palms my tits and plays with me like I'm his new, favorite toy. Shiny and new.
I like this. A lot. But I want more. I'm not stopping here.
"Daddy," I pout, pulling away from his glorious lips. "Please," I whine.
He just chuckles, looking at me as if I've hung the moon, as if I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen even though I'm a sticky mess and my hair is probably looking like a rat's nest.
"Fucking hell, Bell…" he starts, green eyes gazing me into oblivion.
"Mhm?" I try, reaching on my tiptoes to let my lips skim the sensitive patch at the base of his throat.
"Never really knew you were such a bad, bad girl." He reaches for the hair that's sticking to my face, brushing them away tenderly. This man is an enigma. Light and dark. Sweet and fucking dirty. It makes my head spin.
"But I'm not…" I feign innocence, batting my lashes.
"I find that really hard to believe." Edward's eyes roam all over me, his gaze turning hungry. Wanton.
"You know," I start before I bite my lip, playing with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. He leans into my touch like a kitten in desperate need of attention. "I could be your bad girl, daddy."
Edward's eyes narrow and turn a darker shade of green as if a gloomy storm is swirling around inside them, making them look dangerous and edgy.
I swallow thickly.
"Mhm," he starts. "How would you envision that, exactly?"
Edward distracts me, his fingers at my jaw, dragging kisses down to my collarbone before nipping the skin, making me shudder. Then I remember the deal he proposed to me, and I smile. This little change of events makes it even more enticing to say yes.
"I would be yours to play with during office hours," I tell him.
His face turns boyish and flirty, eyes sparkling.
"Only during office hours?" he asks, running a hand down the side of my neck until he's playing with the strap of my bralette.
"I didn't say whose office hours," I blurt out.
"Oh…"
"Sorry," I say suddenly, stepping back but Edward reaches for me with a sad look on his face.
"No, don't." He shakes his head and pulls me close until I'm in the middle of his arms, warm and safe.
I lean against his chest, cheek on his hot skin, enjoying the steadiness of his heartbeat.
"Don't apologize," Edward tells me, his voice echoing through my entire body.
"God," I sigh. "What have I done." There's a chuckle erupting from deep within but it's humorless and leaves me feeling bitter.
After all, I just sucked my stepdaddy's cock and all he's going to do is go back to his wife. He's going to be another name on the list. Another one who'll toss me aside.
"What are you talking about, Bell?" Instead of letting me go entirely, Edward tips my head back, forcing me to look up and into those beautiful, soulful green eyes of his.
I feel lightheaded from the intensity.
"Do you regret this happening?" he asks, a frown marring his face, making him look older than he actually is.
"No, but you probably will." I look away and want to disappear underneath the floorboards.
They all eventually regret it.
And I always get my hopes up.