Ten

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I grab two handfuls of her juicy ass, and Bella takes the opportunity to jump and wrap her legs around my waist.

I can feel her heat pressed against my zipper, and I'm so fucking hard. I thrust and she opens her mouth to gasp, and my tongue slips inside.

I want to crawl inside this woman and never surface.

When my lungs start burning from lack of oxygen, I pull away but she grabs my face, pulling me back in for more. Who needs to breathe anyway?

"Edward," she whispers against my lips.

The money we've been fighting over is swept aside, and I drop her on the bar, giving her a questioning glance.

"If you're about to ask for permission to fuck me, I swear to God."

I fist her shirt and tear it off her body, groaning at the sight of her creamy skin encased in blue lace. The tops of her tits are dotted with a dusting of freckles, making me want to play connect the dots with my tongue. Instead, I flip the cups down and attack one dusty rose nipple like a starving man.

Bella moans and squirms on the bar top.

We shouldn't be doing this. Not here, but I'm too far gone to care. I couldn't stop if I tried.

Switching breasts, I grab the hem of her skirt and bunch it around her waist. Her pathetic excuse for underwear matches her bra. "Damn, baby." I breathe, tearing the scrap of lace down her legs. "This isn't going to be gentle," I warn her.

"Edward, fuck me," Bella orders, lacing her fingers in my hair and pulling me in for another sloppy kiss. "Now."

I make quick work of my jeans, stopping when I realize I don't have any protection. I lean my forehead against hers, breathing heavily.

"I don't have a condom."

Her hand wraps around my dick and all thoughts leave my head. "I'm good. I'm on the pill and I'm clean. Please."

I nod. "I haven't ... since before my divorce."

I don't need to admit that my sex life with my ex-wife was practically non-existent.

"Please," Bella begs, guiding me to her bare pussy.

She rubs the head of my dick through her wet heat, and fuck, she's soaked, practically dripping down her thighs.

"Fuck." I groan.

"Yesss," she hisses, positioning me at her entrance.

With a snap of my hips, I'm buried to the hilt, and she cries out.

"Are you okay?" I pant, squeezing her hips.

"It's just been a while for me, but I'm fine," she whispers, wrapping her legs around me, the heels of her shoes digging painfully into my ass, but it just spurs me on. "I'm more than fine."

I lean down and bite the skin above her heart, wanting to mark her. Mine!

When Bella starts wiggling, I take it as a sign that she's ready. My thrusts are powerful, and she's holding on for dear life, her nails digging into my shoulders and dragging down my back to find purchase on my hips, drawing me in.

"Harder."

I cover her mouth with mine, my tongue working in time with my thrusts. Her walls clamp down on me, and I grab her thighs, spreading her wide open for me so I can go deeper.

"Bella," I grit out, warning her that I'm close.

Her hand snakes between us, and I look down, moaning at the sight of her hand rubbing furious circles on her clit; the sight of my cock disappearing inside her bare pussy is my undoing.

My thrusts become erratic, and I empty myself deep inside her at the same time her body starts quaking.

I lean in, kissing her sweet mouth as we come down.

"Wow," she breathes. "Consider me thoroughly tipped."

We laugh.