Bella
It's been nice talking to Edward. It's been incredible to have him say those nice things about me. To be honest, it only makes me more desperate for him. So I act upon my utmost carnal desire.
I take what I want and don't plan to let go anytime soon. I need this as much as Edward probably does.
"Come with me," I say softly, tugging on Edward's hand.
He's staring at me with wide eyes and a smile before following me down the hall and up the stairs.
"Whoah," he breathes as we're on the landing. I can't help the laugh that escapes me. God, if she knew she'd fucking kill me.
"What better way to say 'fuck you, mother', than fucking her husband in her bed?" I ask slyly.
Edward looks at me as if I'm crazy. I like this look. "Seriously?" he chuckles.
"I can't even remember when I had sex in this bed," he blurts out.
"I guess I better make it count, then." I wink and open the door, turning up my nose at my mother's ivory and beige decor that adorns the master suite in this house. This place looks like a showroom threw up in here, filled with bland stuff without any hint of personality.
"Bell..."
"Shh," I shut Edward up, my lips on his, the two of us melting together perfectly. Even kissing this man feels euphoric.
As he walks me back, and I feel the edge of the bed frame digging into my calves, I can't believe we're about to do this.
"No turning back now, baby," Edward rasps against the side of my neck. I've got my arms around his shoulders, feeling the soft and supple skin, loving the way he's so much taller than I am. It makes me feel so secure, so treasured.
"Vanity," I bark, shoving Edward in the chest. "Fuck me on the vanity."
Edward wastes no time at all, hoisting me up as I weigh nothing, my back hitting the mirror. I gasp at the cold glass against my skin, even more so when Edward pulls down my bralette roughly and bites my nipple hard.
"God, these tits..." he mutters.
I don't know what kind of magic this man possesses, but he's got me panting like a whore in no-time, his hands on my tits, my thighs parted, his erection digging into me exquisitely.
My head falls back against the mirror, making the bottles and lipsticks rattle on the vanity when Edward grinds into me harder.
"Daddy, please," I moan.
"Such a little whore for me, aren't you?" he asks, a glimmer in his eyes as he unbuttons his jeans again.
"You have no idea..." I sigh when his pants drop to his knees, his legs apart, showing off his glorious cock and stroking himself a few times until Edward lets his cock slap against the flat planes of his abs.
"God, I want to have you all dirty and fucked up by the time I'm done with you, doll," he says, moving closer to me.
Edward has his warm, calloused hands on the tops of my thighs, spreading me wider until I'm fully on display for him. He strokes one hand over my lace-clad pussy, humming his approval when he finds the fabric wet, and I moan at the sensation. Sliding my underwear to the side, the lace digs into my hips before daddy drops to his knees.
"I just need a little taste, baby...I can't not sample this soaked little cunt of yours when you look like this...so fucking beautiful all spread open for me."
Daddy's dirty talk is top-notch. Who'd have thought this man was so perfect?
Edward licks me slowly. Torturously slowly, until he's assaulting my clit with the tip of his tongue. I'm in absolute heaven, biting my bottom lip as Edward's fingertips dig into the backs of my thighs, sliding me closer to him.
He puts one of my legs on his shoulder, giving himself better access, the heat of his breath combined with the skills of his mouth almost too good to be true.
The way he grunts while he eats me out, the way he keeps his eyes on me, looking up through his thick lashes has me ecstatic. I don't think it'll ever be enough. I can't see myself drawing a line with Edward. He's not like the other guys I've fucked. Not at all. Edward doesn't treat me like a pussy on two legs, he doesn't treat me like dirt. It's a connection I hadn't ever anticipated. I thought this might be a fun little game to piss off my mother but it seems like I miscalculated that one. Because this feels like more. I can't explain it. Edward could call me every name in the fucking book and he's still look at me with adoration in his eyes. His touch would still burn all the way down to my soul and make my heart stutter in my chest.
"Fuck," I moan, grinding against Edward's face.
I feel myself get closer, my skin on fire, my blood coursing rapidly through my veins, my heartbeat loud and aggressive in my ears.
"Yes," I hiss, grabbing a fistful of his shaggy hair to keep him close.
I'm on the brink of orgasm, fireworks rising behind my eyes when suddenly, Edward stops and looks at me, panic morphing into his gorgeous features.
"What's wrong?" I ask, still panting, a little pissed off for being left hanging.
"Garage door, I think she's home."
I gasp.
"No," I whine, wishing we had more time.
My stomach growls, loudly. "Fuck, we haven't even ordered food," I chuckle.
"I think the appetizers were stellar," Edward winks.
"I need to come, daddy," I say quietly.
"Better make it quick, then, before mommy catches us."
It's hard to miss the mischievous edge to his smile, but when he dives in again, eating me out like a man starving, I forget about the rest and let go until I'm trembling, my thighs quivering, my nails digging into Edward's scalp as I come harder than ever before