Now he's just being cheeky.

He grips and massages my hips, my ass, anywhere that seems to have the amount of flesh that makes it possible and pleasurable.

I'm loving it… who am I kidding?

Not Hoody, from the looks of things.

"Come on, baby," he coos, leaning down to kiss me again.

Before our lips even meet, we're body against body… frantically removing his clothes.

That's right; he wouldn't let me put mine on even though he had his on.

He doesn't play fair… he plays cockily.

I must have whispered that to myself or something because then he looks at me.

He licks his lips and my mind is just screaming at me to do that for him.

I lick my own in retaliation and he says just seven words:

"I'll let you play with my cock."

And I just… lose control.


I think you would too if a hot guy like Edward said that to you. ;)

Sorry for the lack of update today. I had to have a blood test and clean up. :D

I'll update a few times today, but I'm still running low-ish on chapters. :D

please review and I'll give you more.

bexie25