Hot Bubblegum by SoapyMayhem
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Chapter 40
*\o\Edward
Masen Cullen/o/*
"Eager thing, aren't you, Darlin?" I drawled lazily, giving
her a half grin. My eyes were still a little droopy because I was so fucking
turned on still, so I probably looked drunk as fuck.
Bella started to move on the table, making me all too aware of her
current state of undress. She was a little disheveled, lightly flushed with
that freshly-fucked glow - hotness level reaching epic proportions.
If I didn't keep my eyes on her face, my control was going to crumble.
Needing something else to focus on, I bent over, picking her clothing up
off the floor. I had to look away from the lacy pink panties, or I was sure to
lose it.
Eyes up,
Cullen. This girl was a predator, just waiting for me to have a weak moment so
she could pounce and fuck me into oblivion...wait... why the fuck was I
fighting this?
"So what about this date?" Bella asked, her brow arched in
challenge as she began getting dressed again.
I wanted to weep with regret.
I'd turned down plenty of offers for sex from various women - and men -
at the shop over the years, but I never felt this shitty about it - never wanted it this much.
After Bella was completely dressed, I started to feel marginally better.
Then she started removing her t-shirt...
Fuck.
"I thought you weren't going to try to seduce me any more
today," I groaned, averting my eyes like a fucking prude.
"You have to work on my ink, you dope," Bella replied with a
giggle.
Jesus
Christ. I was still fucking hard, and she expected me to ink her with a steady
hand.
My fucking palm was twitching to grab my shaft, her tits and ass,
anything just to get some relief.
"Uhh, yeah... can you give me a minute? I'll just... I'll be right
back," I stuttered, ready to head to the bathroom and give myself a quick
hand - either that or dip my prick in a bucket of ice water.
"Are you seriously going to jack off, Edward?" My hand paused
on the lock, unsure of what to say. I didn't dare turn around, afraid of the
ball-shriveling look I might find on her face. "I don't think it's all
that fair that you got to have a taste, but I didn't," she told me, the
anger gone from her voice, leaving behind a breathy whisper that sent chills
down my spine and made my cock impossibly hard.
My body was frozen, knowing that I'd failed, that I was her prey and
she'd found my weakness and would be exploiting it very soon.
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