Bella

I'm having a fever dream. This can't be anything else but that.

My heart is racing, my eardrums almost exploding, cheeks aflame. I can't believe that I've just talked to a man like this. I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be doing this. But when his hands caress me as if I'm going to disappear if he'd stop, my thoughts morph into something else entirely.

I need this. I need him, and arch my back to feel his cock hard and heavy against my pubic bone. More, more.

"Are you such a desperate little slut that you need to get fucked on the grass like a fucking dog?" His words shouldn't make me tingle as if he just serenaded me the most delicate song. "Just about anyone could walk past at any moment…," he continues.

"Well, maybe they'd learn a thing or two…" The laughter tumbling from his full lips is intoxicating. It makes him appear young and carefree. Well, more careless, but at this moment in time I couldn't give two fucks even if a Pastor were to walk by us.

"Dirty, dirty girl…" his voice trails off into a groan when I brush my thigh against his balls. He looks nothing like the cool and collected shark I've stalked through my window. No, he looks needy and messy and desperate for more, his eyes smoldering.

"Fuck me, Daddy." I don't know where it comes from, but I just roll with it.

With a single, mouthwatering growl, he's off me, fisting the material of my pants and tugging them down so aggressively, I think they'll tear. What a walk of shame that would be.

"Fuck." Green eyes trail over my lower half, the wind caressing my bare skin. "No panties, really? You came prepared to be fucked on this little rendez-vous, didn't you?"

I nod, furiously, heart hammering against my eardrums.

"Please," I moan.

He looks down at me, my chest heaving, nipples hard against spandex, skin flushed from the heat of his gaze. I'm done for.

"As much as I'd love to see my cum spill out of that little cunt of yours, I don't know who the fuck you are…so we're going to do this one by the books, petite souris."

"I'm clean."

"I don't care."

I have no clue where he got the condom, and I'm kinda glad he's the one that's thinking clearly right now. But he's on me one second later, stretching back my right leg. He never once takes his eyes off me.

"You're soaked, little slut." He surprises me, leaning down and licking me slowly, back to front. My eyes roll back into their sockets. I can't stop wriggling, pressing my pussy into his stubbled face, needing more.

"Mr. Cullen, please."

"Who?" his brow arches devilishly.

I almost can't find my words, but his finger trails down, circling my clit before dipping into me. My god…

"Daddy, please, give me your cock, please, please." Hell, I've never been this desperate for anything before. He's like the air I need to breathe.

"So well-mannered, bravo chérie."

As if it's a reward, the tip of his cock slides into me, slow but deliberate, I feel the delicious burn of him stretching me, and I gasp, instinctively clenching around him. Of course he's got a giant cock. I haven't felt this good in ages. Ever, outside of my imagination.

He pauses, with an arrogant smirk, his green eyes locked onto mine with a predatory gleam. "You want it rough, don't you?" His voice is dark, rough, hypnotizing. "You begged for it. Let me hear you, petite souris."

I can barely answer, my mouth feeling like the desert from the anticipation. All I can do is nod, desperate. "Please... harder." I feel like I'll combust if he stays still like this.

With a growl, he pulls back, only to slam back into me with brutal force, pushing me deeper into the grass as I let out a ragged moan. My body jerks from the impact, but all I feel is pure, raw hunger. I claw at his forearm, trying to achor myself. He's not gentle now—he's claiming me, taking what he wants, and I'm lost in it. Every thrust is a shock of pleasure and pain, the sharp sting of him filling me with no space left to breathe. I want to feel like this forever.

He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "You're desperate for this, aren't you?" His fingers grasp my hair, yanking my head back so I'm forced to look at him, feel the roughness of his control. "This is what happens when you play with fire."

"Fuck, yes," I gasp, unable to form coherent thoughts. "Give it to me, Daddy."

He slams into me again, deeper this time, and I feel myself unraveling. There's nothing but him, the rough pace, and the pressure building within me.

"Fuck, you're so tight, so fucking perfect for me." He hisses, and then, with no warning, he shifts and pulls out just to slam back in harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, making everything around us fade into a haze as I slip into the wildfire.