A/N: So, here we are again….I'm still completely blown away to the response that this series has garnered. It was honestly a little paragraph, written in anger and the heat of the moment that started it all. I had absolutely no idea where it was going or who Angryward was when I began the original fic.
I am so appreciative for EVERYONE that has been there along the way.
But, I must dedicate this entire fic to one special person….she found AM and read it, I'm guessing that she liked it cuz she mentioned it in one of her A/N's…and a friend told me about it…so I fav'd her story for when I had some time to read. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that she would become this amazing person in my life that brings me joy and peace just by the sight of her name. Kitkat681, I love you and adore you….and I'm forever in Angryward's debt for leading me to you;) It's all here, just for you!
Now, I'll post on both Saturday and Sunday this weekend…but I'll only post M-W-F during the week. Then I'll post next Saturday & Sunday and again next M-W-F. Then, it will be done. It's ten chapters long…I'm still working on the EPI….I'm having a hard time letting him for some reason…..he's a stage4 clinger at this point
My love to Bnjwl for her mad beta skills and to my pre-readers, Celeste and Judy, I owe you gratitude for loving Angryward as much as I do;) LOVE YOU!
See ya soon, ENJOY!
It's been over a year since Bella hooked me into a lifelong commitment…
Who the fuck am I trying to kid? I woo'd her plain and simple and now that sexy woman is bound to me for life.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I still fuck her whenever, wherever the urge strikes me.
And trust m it strikes all the damn time.
Her body is like my own personal playground. A playground where I'm the king, the Lord and Master, the outright owner of the most beautiful piece of property a man can ever hope to call his. She loves it just as much as I do, even when she plays hard to get.
Yes, my wife has decided there are times that I must 'work for it'. She feels she gives in to me too freely sometimes. I don't know who put that cockamamie idea in her head, probably fucking Alice, but regardless, I've held out on her a few times only to have her begging me for it hours later.
See, two can play that game and I'm the fucking Master of it, after all.
So, as I currently sit here, cock in hand waiting for that luscious wife of mine to knock on my office door I contemplate what's been wrong with her the past few days. She's been edgy, off, a little withdrawn. I know she doesn't have anything to major going on at work and our life is clearly perfect at home, so I don't know what she's hiding from me. But, I plan to fuck it out of her as soon as she gets here.
I can't have her distracted when I'm pounding her ass from behind in that swing that she insists we keep in the bedroom. It's beginning to hurt my ego a bit, her not telling me what's going on, which we simply cannot have.
Normally, Bella likes it rough and hard, heavy and painful, but the last few days, she's pushed for more vanilla and I want to know why.
I suspected my Mother and Sister have been meddling again. I simply cannot tolerate their butting in on my marriage anymore. They've both been harping on us about moving out of our apartment in the city and into a big house out in the 'burbs closer to them; which caused me to blow up at the both of them, because we aren't moving.
Bella was not happy with me for yelling at my Mother. She tied me up and spanked me more than once in punishment.
But, I digress.
My hard cock, in my hands, is eagerly awaiting my wife.
I sigh as I finally hear that tap on the door signaling that she's arrived to pleasure me.
My eyes are fixed on the door as it slowly pushes open and there she is.
And, all mine; Mrs. Edward Cullen.
Her eyes meet mine and she smirks at me as she takes me in; pants open and pushed down my thighs, shirt un-tucked and unbuttoned, hand stroking slowly up and down my shaft.
"Put that thing away before you poke an eye out," she says with a bit of attitude before she walks over and sits her luscious ass on the side of my desk. Her eyes look from my cock to my lips as her tongue slowly peeks out and licks her bottom lip.
"I'm waiting, Isabella." I say in my best husky and demanding voice. But something in her eye tells me that I'm not getting the blow job that I've been waiting on all day.
"What do you want, Edward?" she asks as she steps between my knees, placing her hands on my shoulders.
I inhale her fragrant scent and fight to keep from stripping her bare and pushing her down onto my desk.
"You. Your lips. Your pussy." I answer honestly.
She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes and then ever so slowly she begins to lift her skirt and straddles my legs. Bella's eyes never leave mine as she lowers her body and takes me inside of her, with the most miniscule of movements.
My body is on fire for her as her ass cheeks finally reach the tops of my thighs, my dick safely ensconced deep inside Lucy Diamond.
Bella starts to rock against me, her movements deft and precise, her eyes still locked on mine. She leans forward and shoves Ethel and Myrtle against my chest before I feel her hot breath on my neck.
"Edward, what do you want?" She whispers in my ear before her tongue licks the rim.
I'm stunned at the fact that she is asking me again.
I have what I want; her…riding my dick.
"You." I answer, honestly, once again.
She shakes her head and looks at me while she pulls back.
"Our life, our future… what do you want?" She asks again before her lips peck mine, her taste of sweet and something I don't recognize on her tongue as I deepen the kiss and increase my thrusts up into her.
She pushes my shoulders down and away from her to slow me down.
She doesn't want it rough or hard or heavy.
Something is definitely going on and I want to know what the fuck it is.
I still her hips and stare at her, my eyes on fire as my heart beats like it's going to pop out of my chest.
"You, Bella. You're all I'll ever want. Now, I've had enough of this evasiveness tell me what the fuck is going on!" I demand and pull her tight against me so that we are nose to nose.
Bella's eyes study mine, looking back and forth before I see the inkling of a tear form in them.
I stand up and set her ass on my desk and grab her cheeks between my hands.
"Bella," I whisper and her lip trembles.
"I'm sorry, Edward. I really am. I don't know what happened." Full on tears are leaking from her eyes now as I stand there, pants around my ankles, flaccid dick flapping against my thigh and a half naked wife, sobbing in front of me.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, unable to understand what the hell is happening.
She shakes her head again and then grabs something out of her bag.
My head is pounding.
My heart is throbbing.
I see it … a little white stick.
Explosions in my eyes.
I hear her calling me.
I feel the chair as I fall into it.
I see the white hot sparks and the red flames as they burst before everything goes black.
Someone is slapping me.
Someone is grasping my cock.
I slowly open my eyes to see that it's Bella doing both.
One hand slapping me to wake me up and the other hand stroking my dick to arouse me from my slumber.
And I feel it, in my hand.
The one thing that terrifies me …and I look up to Bella's panic-stricken face.
She gives me that half smile and I see tears start to form again.
My fucking cock.
I completely blame him for this.
A/N: UH-OH….what did Mr. Happy DO?
See ya tomorrow;)