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Bella

Edward had told me when I arrived at the house to let myself in, and to "make myself at home". As I had said before, his residence was nothing to what I had imagined in my mind. It was gigantic, huge, enormous... I could go on and on about this but I think its time to get into business.

"Edward?" I called out his name, hearing it echo off the glass walls. Jesus, this was intimidating.

My eyes wandered up along the glass wall, followed by the lights hanging in towards the center of the wooden floor and each wall had frames of his family. His father, mother, he and I assumed his siblings. His presence became aware to me while his breath brushed against my neck, causing a shiver down my spine.

"You're here." His voice cooed.

He ran his nose along the curve of my neck, towards my shoulder and gave it an open-mouthed kiss. Fuck, keep doing that. His lips ghosted against the back of my ear, nipping and sucking the skin there. I definitely could check off that he was good with his mouth. Inner B wiggled her eyebrows up and down seductively.

"Of course. It's our first night." I could hear my voice and it sounded hoarse. I knew my control was doing wasn't keeping up with me. "Why don't I take off my coat?"

He smirked softly, stepping away from me and proceeded into his kitchen.

"Closet to your left." He pointed to the closet beside me and chuckled into his glass.

Edward's kitchen wasn't as large as I thought it would be, seeing the size of the house already. He shoved a glass towards me and brought his own back to his lips while staring at me intently. God, I wouldn't mind if he did that more often. His fingers trailed a path up my arm, into my hair and brushed it over my shoulder so he could get a better view of my neck.

"Your neck is sexy." His voice was suddenly behind me while my eyes were closed, enjoying any touch he was giving me. "So... sexy... beautiful."

He was now planting kisses across my shoulder towards the center of my back and I hadn't noticed his glass sitting beside mine before his fingers pulled my hips closer to him. My back sunk against his chest, cuddling it almost as he continued with his kisses on my spine.

"Edward... shouldn't we go upstairs or sit down? I mean, we can have sex standing... but I'd prefer something stable." Yeah, my voice was now a fucking breathless echo off his walls.

"Mmm... whatever you'd like beautiful."

Bingo! I took his hand into mine so I could walk with him over to his couch-which was also enormous-and pushed against his chest so he hit the sofa with a soft 'thud'. He seemed to have liked that idea because those precious green eyes glowed with desire. Fuck, keep doing that.

"Now, I'm going to allow you do whatever you'd like tonight. But, I must inform you that I like to be in control of this. First night is always mine. Second, can be yours. Understood?" I raised my eyebrow and he smirked. I guess he understood.

I untied the straps holding up my buster, allowing the girls to get some fresh air while Edward bit his lower lip when they first met. That had to be the cutest thing I've seen him do so far. His hands pulled at his slacks, kneading the fabric to relieve some of the tension of not putting his hands on my girls.

"Shhh... you'll have those soon, handsome." I had leaned my head down to his ear.

His throat made a rough noise once my words cascaded into his mind and I smirked when the presence of the tightness in his pants became visible. Oh, lord we have a winner! Edward Masen has a very big boy. His head was now leaned back against the sofa, but his hands were still twitching with tension.

Tossing my buster to the side, I pulled my hair up into a bun and proceeded to work on the garter belt while he adjusted his pants. Man, I'm going to love every inch of this man. He shot his head back up to watch my stockings slide down my legs and I set those to the side of my buster as well. His hand fought with the buckle on his belt, trying so hard to set his friend free. I smiled.

"Has any ever told you how beautiful you are?" He whispered hoarsely.

"That's just your hormones talking, handsome. Now, sit back and relax."

He obliged by moving his legs aside, lifting up his hips so he could push his pants down around his ankles. Oh, god his cock was huge. I bit my lip softly to hide the smile that wanted to creep across my face at that sight. He must have noticed because his lips curved up into a proud smug. Ugh, I hated his cocky side.

"Do you have a condom? I have some in my coat."

He chuckled, leaning down to the fabric around his ankles and retrieved the foil packet. Thank god. I wasn't sure his size would've fit. He rolled the latex onto his erection, making a fist around himself and began to stroke a few times. Oh, fuck this was good!

"No, No handsome. This is my job. Just lay back and relax."

I gave blowjobs to clients I knew were clean. I wasn't about to go sticking any ole dick in my mouth-even with protection-without them being clean. Edward had his tests faxed over to me this morning, so I knew what I was getting into. He leaned his head back against the sofa once I was sitting on my knees to take his dick around my hand.

His breathing became quicker in pace, his chest hair was poking their little selves out of the top of his collar and I smirked softly at that simple gesture. He was simple... even with all the power and money in the world. He was just another man.

My tongue flicked out to trace the head, curling my lips around it while sliding my mouth down along his length and back up to meet the tip again. He hissed, grasping onto the arm of the couch and bucked his hips gently. Dancing my tongue against his head, finding his balls in my left hand I began to work his shaft with my mouth. His cries from above me echoed off the walls, down through my ears and through my body.

My right hand worked his base as my mouth kept a steady pace on his dick, sucking every so often on the head. Edward began to moan rather loudly and for a second I thought this man was going to combust, but he didn't. His long fingers would the back of my head, keeping his pace to match my own. Fuck, I loved when he took control... I just wouldn't let him know that.

"Mmm...fuck B. God, you're good at this," His words came out into a slur as he shot his head back once again.

My lips smiled around his dick, pushing the skin of his base through my fist, matching the pace he set for me while his hips met caught up shortly after. He was close.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shitttttt... fuck!" He cried out above me.

I began to softly hum against his length, feeling it grow inside of my mouth and his balls would tighten each time I hit his 'spot'. God, I this felt good and I wasn't sure why. I hadn't ever enjoyed giving a blowjob to a client before.

His hips began to spur erratic this time, giving me a signal that he was on the edge. The hand on the back of my head ground its fingers into my hair and pushed my mouth down to his pubic bone. Fuck! I really wished I would've known he was going to do that! I had a decent gag reflex but any girl would have gagged on his shit.

"Oh god..." he purred once his load shot up into the condom and I felt the warmth against the back of my throat.

Man, this was going to be a long night.