Bella
I'm halfway down my way to heaven. I'm sure of it.
Edward fucks like he kisses. Aggressively. Possessively. Like a fucking animal. And I happen to love it that way. I need it that way.
My knees dig into the thick carpet of my room, the burn every time Edward thrusts into me making my spine tingle.
The way he's got a hold on me is divine. His strong, long fingers curl tightly around my upper arms from behind, as if he's the only thing keeping me upright. Well, hell, he is the only thing keeping me from falling face first onto the ground.
"Yes…" the word tumbles from my lips, escaping from them since I'm supposed to be quiet. But there's no way I can be silent while Edward fucks me like we're both going to die in the morning. He fucks me like it's our last time, even though it's the first.
"Shh, baby," he shushes in between heavy pants. He got rid of his clothes before he threw me onto the floor earlier, thank fuck, and I feel his slick chest against my back.
"I know, daddy, but you're just so fucking good…you feel so fucking good," I pant.
The heat inside me feels like a raging inferno. It feels as if the flames are eating me alive, offering up my soul to Edward in return for this endless, fabulous pleasure. It's never felt like this. Sex was always good, don't get me wrong. But this? Edward and I? That feels like nothing short of magic. Being fucked by Edward is ethereal. Divine. It's fucking unreal.
"Damn, baby, this pussy of yours?" Edward groans when I push my ass back, making his cock slide into me even deeper, all the way up to the hilt. I'm so wet I bet I'm leaking onto this rug. "So fucking precious…you're such a good girl for daddy, giving this wonderful cunt to him like this…"
His words make me weep. They're so dirty, yet so sinfully sweet.
"Keep fucking me like this forever, daddy, and it'll always be yours."
Those words seem to do it for Edward. His pace is punishing, rough and hard thrusts that I feel all the way down to my toes.
"Good to know, baby," he says, melting me down to the core. "Now, shut that pretty mouth of yours and milk daddy's cock, okay?"
I nod furiously. Eager for more. Eager to finally come. I've been edging myself knowing that if I did come after a few times? Well, that would be phenomenal.
But now that it's building, threatening to overpower me from the inside out, I know it's way more than just sex. Even though I would never call this–whatever it is–just sex. The sex transcends the meaning of sex. It's not body on body, it's soul to soul. And it feels so intense that it scares me. The intensity of this entire thing between Edward and me is actually a good thing. I think. It makes me cling to him, I reach back to hook my arm around his neck as he keeps up the pace. This man is anything but old. Holy fucking shit.
"D–," I start.
"Shh, baby…it's okay." Edward replies. "You're being such a good girl, sweetheart. Go on, I know you wanna come. Your pussy is getting even tighter, as impossible as that sounds."
Edward's voice is dark, the hand on my right hip has such a hard grip, his fingers digging into my skin. I hope he's leaving bruises. Because I want something to remember this by. I need a reminder because I'm afraid I'll forget this was real otherwise. I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow thinking it was all a fever dream.
I bite my lip so hard I taste blood, my heart beating erratically, as if I'm running and watching the scariest movie on earth, my stomach filled with fluttering butterflies.
"Mhm, daddy, yeah…" I pant. "Right there."
"Just like that, heh? I can fucking feel it…" Edward mutters under his breath.
"Please," I whisper.
"Come, dirty little girl. You're daddy's doll, and he wants you to come right now, he wants your cum all over his cock. Can you do that, sweetheart?"
God.
The inferno kills me a little, the heat of the flames scorching, all-consuming. That's what it feels like when I lose the fight and topple over the edge. If not for Edward's hand over my mouth, I'd have screamed so loudly the entire neighborhood woke up.
I come so hard I see nothing but white spots, fireworks, and my ears are ringing. I faintly hear Edward mutter some curse words before his chest crashes onto my back, making us both fall to the floor, spent and satisfied.
Fully satisfied.
My room smells like sin. Pure, and delicious, devilish sin. Like him. I can't help but smile.
"That was…" Edward starts chuckling.
"I know," I sigh.
"God, I don't want to leave…" He kisses the top of my head, fingers tracing lines over my collarbone.
"Can't you stay, daddy?" I pout.