I do not own Twilight. At all.
-#3!0—
"Enjoyed your dry hump?" Jane asks later that night as we lay on our sofa watching The Notebook, with Demitri sitting in the middle, our legs starched out on him. He rotated between massaging, and he was now working on my foot. He hit a nerve and I moaned, postponing answering Jane's question.
"The dry hump was fucking amazing; I can't remember the last time I did one of those. I did it with Spunk in like, the total beginning. Speaking of Spunk… I need to get him, Edward, and me in a bed together. That'd be fucking hot…"
"Virgin Boy would be insanely jealous that Rob even got to see you naked," Demitri said, as he switched to Jane's foot.
"I know… it fucking sucks… Well, it's that time of the month… I'm going to sleep," I got up and yawn, stretching as I do. Every month, I become 85% human, switching from the 50%. I eat more, don't really hunt, and I sleep. It's an okay deal. It lasts for a week, and I actually look forward to it. As much as I fucking love the vamp aspect, it's nice to be able to escape into unconsciousness every once in a while.
"Night, babe."
"Night, Brunette Bitch."
"Night, Demitri. Night, Short Bitch, Love ya guys," I waved as I walked away and into my room.
-#3!0-
"Now? Do it now?"
"God, yes. I need to feel you… All of you, inside of me."
"Okay," he started to push in. "Oh… Jesus fucking Christ…" His words were strained as he became fully sheathed in me. He started to move, slowly at first, but quickly gained speed.
"Ungh. Faster, God, faster!"
He complied with my wishes and went more quickly, his bottom half becoming blurry.
"Bella… I'm so fucking close, so…. close…"
"Deeper. Yes, yes, oh my God, yes! Like that, oh, oh ohhhh!" I felt my walls clench around him, signifying that I was so fucking close to my orgasm.
"That's it baby… Come for me, come for me," he leaned down to rub my clit and that was the end.
The. Fucking. End.
I came hard, harder than I had ever come before and screamed so damn loud that I'm sure it traveled through the core and into China. My muscles squeezed his dick, and he increased speed, his movements erratic.
"Bella!"he roared out as he came.
A second orgasm approached me and I shouted her name, unable to control myself.
"EDWARD!"
I sat up in my bed, panting. My pajama shorts were completely fucking soaked at the crotch, and I smelled like sex. Except I didn't. Because it was a fucking dream. I sighed and flopped back down on my pillows, groaning.
The fuck?
Isabella Marie Volturi does not fucking get sexually frustrated.
I always have someone to fuck. And when Rob was away, I took matters into my own hands.
That won't be good enough his time.
I need Big Poppa.
I take my cell phone from where it charging on my drawer, and text him.
Cum
Cum…?
2 my house. I'm bored
Kay
He makes it to my house in a matter of minutes, climbing up to my spot on the second floor and jumping onto my balcony. He enters my room, a grin on his face, looking fuckhot in cargos and a tight black tee. I want to fucking rip it off of him.
"Hi."
"Hi. Come here," I wave toward where I was sitting on my bed, legs tangled in the sheets. He starts to come closer, before abruptly stopping. His eyes darken, pupils dilate, and he gets a predatory gaze on his face.
He cocks his head, and I actually get a bit freaked out.
Fucking. Human. Shit.
"You smell like fuck, " he murmurs seductively, and walks nearer, trailing his fingers on my bed. I gasp. This is the first time I've ever heard Big Poppa curse aloud, and it fucking turns me on. I cannot reply to his statement, because my brain is haywire and all I can look at are his eyes. And I know why, because I'm done the same shit to people before. He's a vampire, and vampires have the art of seduction down. We fucking created it—though our way is a lot more fucking dangerous. The prey has a need to look into the eyes, and then they can't fucking look away. You become stuck in the gaze, and in that time frame, the vampire can convince you to do whatthefuckever they want you to do. Offer your blood; give your body… anything.
It isn't always on purpose, as I've done it to people on accident before. Edward was accidently doing it to me now, but when done on purpose, bad things tend to happen.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," he says lowly, my name slipping off his tongue in the most beautiful way.
I was faintly aware of the Devil and Angel battling in the background, but what with it being that time of the month, my powers decreased. I do know, however, that the devil won.
"Sweetheart, have you been… touching yourself?" he turns and walks around my room, acting completely nonchalant about the whole thing. As if he can't tell that I want him to fuck me.
Hard.
I shake my head, but his back is turned to me, so he obviously doesn't see.
"Well? I asked you a question, Isabella." And his voice is low and dangerous, warning me not to fuck with him. Letting me know that it's better for my safety if I reply.
"No," I whisper, more turned on that I've ever fucking been in my life. And he hasn't even touched me yet…
"Why do you smell like cum, then?" He turns around roughly, and growls. "Has someone been touching you? You can't let anyone touch you. You're fucking mine, Isabella. Say it."
I am completely at his mercy. Someone else has full power for the first time in a relationship I'm in. And I don't mind.
"ANSWER ME!"
And anry Edward is killing me. I want him. And I'm scared. I want him to pund into me, telling me over and over that I am fucking his.
"I'm yours. Oh God, I'm yours," I moan out, my eyes getting heavier and heavier with lust.
"God can't save you now, sweetheart," he smirks, before crouching like a cat ready to pounce.
And pounce he does.
He leans forward and his lips are on mine; my lips are on his. And it's fucking heaven. He's biting and sucking and licking and teasing—and that's just on my mouth. And for a virgin in all things sexual, he sure knows how to get a woman worked up. His lips move down, and I'm moaning and groaning and clawing because he's hit that spot. That sensitive spot on my neck that is completely fucking attached to my ovaries, and I'm fucking dripping.
I'm dripping.
And he knows it.
He chuckles a low, dark chuckle and I know that he fucking knows it.
And fuck me if that shit doesn't just turn me on more.
"More," I manage to mumble, my sounds getting incoherent as he focuses on that spot.
"More?" I nod. "Where?" And he's teasing me and I really want to fucking kill him—again—for even toying around with shit like that.
"Edward!" I growl in frustration. He laughs and pulls back from my neck, a dark gleam in his eyes and a fuckmebackwardstillsunday grin on his face. And all I can think is please do. Fuck me till Sunday and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday.
"No Saturday?" he smirks and I want to wipe it off of him. When did Big Poppa become so frustrating and trying and naughty? Fucking Devil. I was supposed to corrupt him by myself.
You did corrupt him, Bella.
Oh, yeah.
I'm internally slapping myself for talking to myself because the finiest hunk of a man that has ever walked the face of the earth—other than George Clooney and Robert Pattinson (he's tied with them)—is in front of me, obviously lusting for me. And then that shit is it.
I need my control back.
"There will be plenty of fucking Saturdays. All puns intended, Big Poppa." I pull the covers off and stand up on the king-sized bed. I move to the edge and push Edward so that he is no longer crouching but rather sitting.
"Strip," I command, and it's then that he realizes that the power has switched, and I'm the one in fucking control now.
Fuck. Yes.
He does as I told him, quickly and hurriedly, pure, raw lust on his face. It's fuckhot.
When he's fully naked, all I can do is stare.
And stare.
And stare.
He is fucking purrfect.
There's perfect, and then there's purrfect.
He's purrfect.
I'm not going to say Adonis, because didn't that guy die?
And yes, fucker, I'm well aware that Big Poppa is technically dead, but as long as his dick can get hard, he's not actually dead.
And Mary Mother of sweet Baby Jesus; is his dick hard.
It is pretteh and I fucking want. Big Poppa's peen is even bigger than I expected.
It's a fucking monster.
It rages through the streets of Japan, thrusting into all that dare to cross its path.
Superman races through the sky trying to save the Japanese from the Monster and when Clark sees it, he becomes a homosexual and we all have a super orgy with Rob and Clooney. Possibly Pitt.
I've fucked them all at one point.
Even Superman.
And Harry Pottaaa. I liked his magic wand.
Anyhooo…. I'm with Big Poppa. No thinking of men of my past…
(He can read minds.)
And then I take in the rest of him, and I moan.
Big Poppa has this huge cocky grin on his face. As huge and cocky as his cock.
I know. That big.
"Lie down. Now."
He does as I tell him, and then suddenly, the Monster is standing tall and proud like a flag from Big Poppa's crotch.
So fucking pretty.
"Would you like a blowjob, Edward?" I bend down and get closer to the Monster. I didn't think it was possible, but it is. The Monster gets bigger.
He nods his head up and down enthusiastically.
Sadly, not the Monster. The owner of said Monster.
"Yes. Oh God, yes," he breathes.
"Say the magic word…" I'm thinking it, so he must be able to tell.
"Fuck," he moans, and that 'fuck' is followed by my own moan and I angle myself in a comfortable position before starting to take him in my mouth. I can't do that entire shit at once.
I'm deep-throating him, and there's still peen left. I try my hands to cover the rest, but my hands aren't fucking big at all, and it doesn't go around the entire thing.
Dayum.
Edward is moaning and groaning and grunting as I bob up in down in the typical head movement. Ad I'm licking and sucking and just generally giving the best head ever, because I am the HBIC of blowjobs. I fucking own it.
I can tell that Big Poppa is trying really hard not to just bust his load, but I want him too. I cup his balls, and he's done for. He's clutching my bed sheet with all his fucking might, and wearing a hole into his bottom lip. His eyes are closed tightly and he's trying with all his might not to come, most likely not wanting to end it.
"Oh God, move, move. I'm… ungh! Bel—Bella, I'm coming. MOVE!" he tries to warn me which is pretty fucking sweet, but hello. Head Bitch In Charge.
I swallow.
Well, I swallow for some.
"BELLA!" he's yelling, and his back arches off the bed. I actually hear the birds flying away from the trees, even with my decreased human senses. He's jerking and thrusting and spurting into my mouth as he gets it all out. It tastes like all cum; species doesn't really change it, and really, it does not fucking taste good like porn may say. It's generally icky. It's all salty and thick and shit… Eww.
I always need something to eat afterward.
This isn't different.
"Hey, I'll be right back, okay? I need to find something to get the taste out." I whisper, able to tell that he needs to recuperate. I mean, that was his first blowjob. He grunts, but his eyes are closed and he's breathing in and out deeply through his nose.
I exit the room and hear sounds coming from the kitchen. I ignore them .I quickly make it down there, and when I enter the kitchen, I find Demitri fucking the brains out of some girl that looks a lot like a model.
Fuck.
My panty/short things get fucking soaked.
"Oh my God! Demitri! Someone's watching!" the model girl looks embarrassed and tries to pull away from Demitri. He doesn't even turn his head, simply smelling me and my arousal. I can see the outlines of a smirk. He's pounding into the girl and going harder and faster and apparently deeper, because her moans get louder. She still knows that I'm here, but must realize that I'm getting turned on by it all, and her embarrassment must've gone completely away, because she's putting on a show.
She's totally naked, and moves her hand up to play with her nipples. She's tweaking them, and then Demitri puts his head down to suck them, and I whimper. I can't help but move closer, getting more aroused by the second.
You see, the voyeurism thing fucking turns me on. When they'd told the Cullens earlier that I would've gotten off again of someone was watching? They weren't lying.
So seeing that girl there, losing even more unnecessary weight from Demitri's fucking…
It was a whole new level of horny.
"Bella?" I hear Edward's voice. He must have noticed that I was taking way too long to find food and came downstairs. He comes up behind me and he gasps at the sight.
He picks me up and runs up with me up the stairs into my room. When we enter it, he puts me on the bed before going back to close and lock the door.
"You get turned on by voyeurism?" he asks breathlessly.
I nod, unable to form coherent speech.
"Oh my God…"
"I want you. Inside of me. Now," I manage out.
He closes his eyes tightly and take deep breaths. He'd put his boxers back on, but I noticed a… tent forming.
"Bella… we've only known each other for a day. We should get to know each other first before we do something like that."
I can't even hear his mind right, but I can already tell.
Fucking Angel won.
Ugh.
"We know each other plenty. You're Edward and I'm Bella. Take off your boxers and get. In. Me."
"No, Bella. The other things. Just… we've already done all this stuff today… I think we should take it slower."
"Why the fuck do you have morals?" I ask, plopping down on my bed, a huge sigh escaping my lips.
He walks over to the bed and after taking my top off—the horny fucker—he puts me under the covers, quickly joining me.
I cuddle into his side (yes, cuddle. Do you have a fucking problem?) and close my eyes.
I'm fucking tired.
I yawn and right before I'm asleep, I hear Edward murmur, "Someone has to, hun."
-#3!0-
The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is attack Edward.
I jump on him and everything.
Hehe… he has morning wood and he doesn't even sleep.
So fucking hot.
When he realizes my motives, and stops me from raping him, I put a tank on and go downstairs. As expected, I find Jane and Demitri. I slap Demitri. I still have my 15% vampire strength.
"The fuck, dude? Why'd you do that shit? I was like a fucking dog in heat! You're like my fucking dad! When I think about it now, I want to fucking throw up!"
"Okay, first of all, don't fucking slap me, little one. Second of all, I had just hunted. I was practically drunk. I almost threw up after I was done fucking the girl and realized that I'd done that. Thirdly, when the fuck did you get morals?"
I shrugged at his last question. "Big Poppa. He won't let me fuck him. He says it's too early cause we've only known each other a day."
"Virgins," Jane rolls her eyes.
"I HEARD THAT!" I hear Big Poppa say from upstairs.
"When did he grow a pair?"
"Bitch, he always had a pair. A very big one, thank you very much. But umm, the Devil's been winning most of the time. Except with the stupid moral shit. Who the fuck even has morals anymore? If I didn't have morals in the twentieth century, why would I in the modernized 21st?"
"I think he's trying to make you chaste," Jane says very matter-of-factly.
"Since when do you even know what chaste means?"
"Always. It's the deadliest sin," she responds quickly.
"Jane, it's a Virtue, not a Sin," Demitri corrects.
"Wrong. It's a fucking sin. It is just another word for cockblock."
"True," I nod.
"BELLA! I'M BORED!" I hear Edward whine from upstairs. I know men. Bored=Horny.
I'm so good at corrupting.
-#3!0—