Friday, October 5, 2012

Stand up 4 Katalina


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Teaser for Purr....

Purr.....

an outtake from S*h*h*h*h*h......
by: Robshandmonkey


She looks away and sucks her lip in between her teeth and closes her eyes.

Her mental voice sounds like the harp playing on the wind and has to equal that of an angel singing who sits in the clouds above looking down.

She is speaking so softly without moving her lips as she lies here beneath me.

Her beautiful red eyes open, and then brighten and I watch her as she stares off, looking wistfully out the window into the darkness of night.

I never even thought of or imagined a human life with Bella and her little version is so fucking heartbreaking, knowing it will never happen.

I see her remembering her mother, then her father Phil still alive and well as she kisses them goodbye before she heads off to school.

The very first time I lay eyes on you is all it would take.

I move in and out of her slowly and pepper her cheeks with small kisses while she shows me, watching me, while I am looking at her.

I have no doubt you would have caught my eye. She turns her head back to me, giving me a small sweet smile.

We are so young and surely naive, oblivious to the responsibilities life is going to bring us and it's such a nice thought to be so carefree in a world of misery.

Her eyes burn into mine now.

I cannot seem to help but smile at the very idea of being human and falling in love with the girl of my dreams. She does this to me and I have no idea how.

Her imagination, and the access she has given me, is the most vivid experience I have ever seen, her mind utterly fascinates me.

"It sounds so sweet." I reply, studying her face and trying to determine her mood.

What it could have been like to share a class together ... discover our feelings for one another and then spend the rest of the year falling in love.

Sadness fills her eyes, and I try to make her see I am right here in front of her and that we are in love. We fell in love. She experienced this already, so what is this really all about? 

Did they have prom when you were in school, Edward?

"It really didn't become a school event until the 1920s. We had spring dances and balls. I didn't attend any to speak of. Did you enjoy your prom?" I ask.

No one ever asked me. You know I never dated anyone before you.

I shook my head at the thought of how impossible it sounded. How could no one ask her?

I was new to the school. I had so much chaos going on in my life. I didn't know anyone that last year of high school, and I was still grieving, keeping to myself.

I lift my hand up to caress her cheek, then I roll us over on our sides, making sure we don't lose our connection, I lay facing her.

"I would have asked you, Angel. I would have loved to have taken you. I would have had you dancing." My heart aches at the thought.


 Thank you Robshandmonkey ~

Monday, October 1, 2012

Just another chapter....



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~EDWARD

As we pull up to the front of the Plaza and I climb out first with my family behind me.
My eyes scan the entire perimeter of the house. I have tagged nine men with Cuerno de chivo that are visible in plain sight patrolling the grounds.

However, I hear fourteen heartbeats on the outside of the house.  

I tilt my head and look around the place once more quickly deciphering the approximate location of each one of their guard who sit strategically positioned, should violence erupt.

The faint voices speaking a cross between Italian and Spanish come from inside of the house. I inhale a stale lingering scent of cigar smoke, what I am sure is Spanish food, and many other scents that I try to catalog as to where they are coming from and why as we near the front entry.

I can feel the tension radiate off the nervous men who are ready. If anything goes wrong, I won't hesitate to react. I have already made that decision. I will protect my family, even if it means that they find out my secret. The danger all around us really is no different that if we were dealing with any other mafia, or friend. This is how our lives are. We take risks when dealing with unsavory people. However, this is the only life I know and everything my father taught me has led me to here.

He believed in me.

"You are of my flesh and blood my dearest Edward. You trust me to make decisions, so I want you to trust this decision more than all the others. The decision to appoint you as the next in line is the easiest one I have ever had to make. I know deep down in my heart, that choosing you to be the one to lead this family in the next generation is going to change the way we operate. You are smarter than anyone I know. You show little to no fear and your ability to make things happen has proven that you will not hesitate to change any thing especially if it improves the way things work. Just keep to the Omerta. The only right answer that lies in that oath is right there.  Loyalty first, foremost and always."  


I put on the mask as we move towards the huge elegant heavy wood door when it is thrown open causing Emmett to pull out his gun and aim it at Marcus. I hear several guns now engaged around us and I put my hands up to show them we mean no harm and that it was an honest mistake. Little do they know that if they aimed and fired at me not a damn thing would happen.

Marcus laughs.

"I see some are not as brave and calm as you are Masen." He looks around at everyone with us.

"Hello Marcus. Emmett put your gun away." 

He mutters a sorry under his breath.

An even bigger smile forms as Marcus takes the cigar from his mouth and with his other hand, he reaches out to shake.

"Masen son, welcome to the Plaza. Come in, come in."

I follow behind him as he leads us through the ornately decorated entry. I take note of the seven heartbeats that are at posts just past the entryway. Some are visible, some are not' and they eye us up suspiciously and I pray to God no one gets trigger-happy.

I turn to look at Emmett and check on him. He seems to of calmed a hair.

We enter into a huge room that has a desk at the head of it. It is extravagant and fits with the decorum of the room.

"How was your trip?"

"Fine, Thank you for asking."

"Let's get down to business shall we?"

I nod and turn to his men who are carrying the red steel trunk that I had insisted be brought into the meeting with them.



"If you will?" I nod at one of his men.

Everyone looks on, he pops the trunk open, I hear a collective round of Italian words, and Spanish and English spoken among the many people in the room.

I nod to one of his men to go ahead and pick one up.

He pulls out the first weapon.

"The most deadly/efficient rifle in the world today is indisputably the M16A2-A4 series and its cousin, the M4. It's ergonomic, very accurate, light, accepts a wide range of optics and other "tactical" gear, has a wide range of possible receivers  and is the weapon of choice for Navy SEALs, Marine Force Recon, Delta, the SAS, and countless other organizations with whom danger is their business. Yes, the early AR series had its faults, do to misconceptions and DoD failures, but they've been addressed. The direct gas impingement system, while dirty, saves space, weight, and lowers recoil, and hey, the AR family has gas piston receivers if you don't want to worry about that. Just clean your rifle, like any decent rifleman ought to be doing, and the M16/M4 family will pay off."

"Very nice." Marcus nods. "And exactly how did you come to own this weapon, among the many others I see in the chest?"

"Ah, there are some things that must remain secret Marcus; surely you have many of your own." I smirk.

He laughs.

"Okay Masen, what is the traceability on this?"

"None. I will tell you that according to any US agency, this weapon doesn't exist."

"Oh really?" His brows rise up creasing his forehead.

"Yes sir. You don't even need to utilize a straw purchaser." I assure him.

"What is a straw purchaser?" Emmett asks.

Marcus goes on to explain it to him. It isn't common knowledge in our business so I can understand why he wouldn't know this. 

"Surrogate purchasers of gun consist of someone who is licensed to purchase a gun but does so on behalf of someone who is not. Cartel sicarios have a system of straw purchasers, as do we. It is only needed in the states naturally." He grins with a devilish smile behind his words.

"Shall we go on?" I suggest and nod towards the person that is shuffling through the chest of toys.

He pulls out some ammunition, handing it to Marcus. 

"Matapolicia...bullets of heavy caliber that can penetrate vests. Police killers — ordinarily used when attacking police or members of the military." I inform him.

Over the course of the remainder of the meeting, we discuss various details, including price, the method of delivery for any future shipments, and the general details that go into a huge deal like this.

He goes on to explain what he can offer us and I listen to his sales pitch and agree with him supplying drugs to our business. 

I cannot help but smile over the fact that the Masen-Cullen family is now their main supplier for all their weapons needs. We don't need their drugs nearly as badly as they need more weapons so I am at an advantage.

Carlisle's idea is excellent. We have no fear of backlash or traceability issues to worry about.

Over the course of the next couple of days, Marcus treats us like Royalty. We are wined, dined, and given tours of the city sights, while all the supplies from the second plane are being carefully unloaded and distributed to his men and the rest placed into storage.

We handle the money end of our deals, wiring to one another's account overseas. 

I will worry about distributing it when we return home. 

Things were going along smoothly, almost too smoothly for my own liking and I began to worry.

On the fifth day we were here, the air was stifling and hotter than ever. My family has become antsy and is anxious to get back home. 

I spoke to Isabella only once, not willing to chance being overheard and it was from a bar in the city. Her voice broke my heart to hear so much sadness in it. I was starting to understand how she felt. 

I am sitting with Marcus in his office with a few of my family members when a subject is brought up that raises the hair on the back of my neck and I fight the will with all I have to hold my fangs in their place.

I hold the mask on, but just barely.  

"I hear you are a guardian." Marcus smiles at me and it takes every thing I have in me, and I mean everything, to keep control of my response. I have to hold my temper and my composure, where Bella is concerned; it is the hardest thing I am ever going to have to do. I don't know how they know this information and all I can think about is that someone in the family is playing for them. No one besides the Stanley's know I am her guardian and I am pretty damn fucking sure that they didn't offer up the information.

My father speaks to me from the dead, his voice haunts me at times, and this would be one of them.

"Remember Edward. Stay stoic in the face of any horror you are presented with. They are testing for a response. Any sign that what they are using may be a weakness against you. It is only then that if you succeed in keeping a poker face until you are out of their presence, then you will know that you are winning. If you lose control, slip, and even so much as flinch in the slightest way, you are giving the m what they are looking for. Do NOT let them see your tell. Under any circumstances. Your tell will be what does you in and it would be the best if you had no tell at all, but every man has a tell."

"What is yours?"

"My tell?"

"No, your weakness."

"You and your mother."

It suddenly hits me that he never included Jasper. Why would he not include his adopted son? He is my brother. I try to remember where I am and what I am doing having got lost in that thought.

Fuck.

What did I do in front of Marcus while that memory played out?

My eyes meet with Marcus again. He doesn't look phased.

"Just an abused girl I took in to get her out of an abusive home. I cannot tolerate children being abused."

He nods once. "I respect that."

I glance over at Carlisle and he is watching someone else who has just entered the room. My eyes follow the person by the door and he looks oddly familiar.

I would almost say he looks a lot like Jasper.

"Riley, son, come...let me introduce you to our newest business partner."

My eyes scan over to where Jasper is sitting. He is watching very carefully and I would swear I saw him give the slightest hint of a nod, when this Riley person made eye contact with him.  

Strange.

"Riley this is Edward Masen. The family has chosen to utilize the Masen-Cullen family to supply all our weapons in the future."

Riley nods looking right at me and I don't like the look he is giving me along with the fact that he gives off the strongest sense of danger I have ever felt coming from a human. It is coming off him in waves and I don't like it, nor do I like him. 

Our meeting ends quite abruptly making an excuse to call and check on my mother, I depart to head back to my hotel room. It doesn't take me long to decide it's time to get the fuck out of here.

I make the call and inform Marcus my mother needs me to return, as she still worries about me. 

We say our goodbyes and many of us relax the moment we board our plane. We are in the air within the hour and I calculate the time I would make it back to LA. It will be late in the evening.

I know it is a school night for Isabella and I don't care because for the first time, I am keeping her out for a very inexcusable reason, and I still don't care even while I find myself breaking my own rules.

The moment we touch down, I am on the phone with my mother, then Jacob and while my family heads home with Felix and Garrett driving them back to the house, I head for the car rental agency to rent a car to meet with Jacob.
 

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I sit here and wait tapping my finger on the steering wheel.

I pull out my phone and send him a text.

Tick Tock.

He responds immediately and I frown because that would mean he is driving, and this doesn't sit well with me.

Tick Tock my ass...LA traffic or did you forget? He replies.

What the fuck are you doing texting and driving?

 I groan when it beeps again hoping he wouldn't see it as anything other than rhetorical. I was wrong.

I am not driving. That is the point. I am sitting in a traffic jam. She is right here as you requested. She is nervous as fuck. She doesn't trust me. I wished she would relax. She is starting to make me fucking nervous.

I reply. I will see if I can get her to calm down.

I pull up a new message and send it to her.

One of these days, I am going to kiss you under that tree that I first saw you in baby, I miss you. *Edward*

A few seconds pass and Jacob replies.

I think I am about to throw up.

I glare at the phone.

You better not have read that motherfucker....I will gut you and feed you to the sharks! I threaten.

I didn't have to. The grin on her face says far more than anything you could have typed. Dude...I can't believe you found a female that can put up with you and this life style. I am just surprised you are so hot for jailbait, but then...again...maybe not. ha ha!

That feeling is rolling around inside of me again. The same feeling that came out of nowhere nearly cripples me when I was down south.
The strong sense of needing to see her, to touch her is back. I know she is fine. She is with Jacob, but she has not responded yet. Why the fuck isn't she responding?  

Jacob...use your fucking GPS and get the fuck off the damn freeway, and what is she doing that she isn't responding?

He doesn't respond and I sit here as a low fog rolls in. My nerves are on edge. I inhale and the scent of the new rental car I am sitting in, and the smell of leather fills my nose.

I climb out, light a cigarette, and wait anxiously. I know she was with my mom up until Jacob picked her up. My eyes move to look up at the full moon overhead as I accept the fact that smoking doesn't do what it used to do for me when I smoke now. It just hangs in my lungs and dissipates when I blow it out getting nothing out of it but a familiar action I did a long time ago.



I don't really know why I do it anymore. I guess for that simple reason that it is familiar and it may even calm me, not physically of course, but psychologically. I don't really care that Vampires most likely don't smoke. This one fucking does, even if it does nothing.

I can hear the sound of an engine nearing the park and I inhale deeply taking in all the air I can.

Then, I can smell her and I can hear her distinctly beautiful and familiar heartbeat. That sweet sound that not only calms me, but calms the beast inside of me when it sings to us, reminding us that she is here and she is safer the closer she gets to me.

It is as if everything in my world is suddenly right again.

My cold body feels so serene as the feeling washes over me. It feels like my cold form almost warms up with each thump her heart puts out. This week had been so full of tense moments and I have not felt this relaxed now, since long before I left.

Jacob's headlights don't even phase my eyesight when they hit me. I look right into his windshield and I can see her looking at Jacob with a furrowed brow. It takes me a minute to figure out why she looks so worried. She must be truly frightened coming up the hillside of Hollywood to the park where she has no idea I am waiting for her with him. She doesn't trust him. The fear in her eyes causes my heart to ache that I am putting her through this, when all I wanted to do was surprise her.

Look at me Bella. I am right here. You are safe. Turn your head and look this way.
   
Finally when she does, I see the deeply etched V that has formed, not really sure if she sees me with the headlights shining in her eyes. I move to step down slowly off the hood and stand off to the side so she can finally see who it is, waiting here.

I watch her expression slowly change, she mouths my name, and the spark in her eyes light up cluing me into the fact that she knows for sure now that it is me. Her fingers come up to her lips, her smile  grows under her fingertips, then her eyes shine and glisten with unshed tears.

I know baby...I missed you too. So much.

I am getting it out of the way now, because the minute she is in my arms, my lips are going to be all over her!

Jacob stops right in front of me stirring up dirt from the rarely traveled dirt road. This park overlooks the greater Los Angeles area right next to the Griffith Observatory and is one of my favorite places to look at the stars. This is the service road for those that work here and I made prior arrangements with a dear friend getting his approval to be up here after hours.   

I glance over at Jacob who smirks shutting off his engine. I have no idea why because the fucker isn't sticking around and to let him know that fact, I glare directly at him realizing I don't know what my eye color is at the moment but I don't fucking care. It had been hours since I had put on contacts. He grips the steering wheel and nods once taking the obvious hint starting the car back up; just as Bella throws open her door and jumps out.

"Edward!" Her voice is the sweetest sound ever.

My eyes drop down to her long bare legs and a smile breaks out from me watching as she takes off running right for me full speed in my favorite hot little school uniform of hers.

"Hey baby girl." 

I prepare myself for her assault taking notice that her arms reach out towards me. Her intentions of launching herself most likely, clear off the ground and into my waiting arms are obvious. My body doesn't even flinch because her assault is as light as a feather and that sweet moment when the heat of her body crashes into me, I bury my face into her long chocolate mane and inhale her pure sweet scent, hugging her as tight as I am allowed, though I wished it was far more tighter.

"I missed you so much!" I spin her around while she cries into my neck and the warmth of her sweet breath relaxes me even further. I relish in the heat of her hot little lip with each distinct little kiss they make trails along my throat and up to my mouth where she takes total control over my mouth. 

My baby girls lips are like silk and her kisses are always so soft and sweet but this kiss is different. She is damn near devouring me with her strong need and her hot little tongue taking over my entire mouth.  

I ease up my hold because I can feel it is far too tight for a human. I am reminded that I can crush her with my bare hands and I cannot lose focus of that.

The crunching sound of tires fill my ears as Jacob has backed up the car, turned to pull away leaving us both completely alone up here in the darkness.

Our kiss grows even more frantic when reality truly slams into me as to how desperately I need her in my life. 

Out of nowhere, it hits me like a wrecking ball. 

I am not just falling for Isabella. I am already there! 

Bella makes me feel human again and that feeling is so indescribable for a vampire.

If I could have anything, the one thing I would ask for was to simply be human more than anything once again just for her.

This feeling of losing her at any given moment makes me realize just how fragile her life really is.

Then, the fact that Marcus knows what he does about her role in my life has me worried as to how much he really knows. 

I cast that thought out of my head because Bella is the only thing I can feel in my arms, kiss with my lips, and I am about to lose my shit over the fact that I fucking missed her this damn much.

I can't believe just how fucking much almost to the point that I ache and long for her, worse than any feeling I have ever felt before and a strange sensation that feels similar to a hot burning sensation fills my throat, reminding me of the burn I get for human blood when I have gone too long without it. 

I pull back and say her name in a desperate tone that sounds nothing at all like me as these feelings overwhelm me and sob out her name. 

"Bella..." 

My thumb comes up to brush away the wet tears from under her lids and I try to comfort her.

I feel completely lost not understanding how she knew this all along. It explains everything about the way she had been acting before I left. She knew it because she feels it too. 

She knew my leaving and being away from her this long would hurt worse than anything else in the world. 

"...I am here. Right here. I am so sorry; I didn't realize what leaving for so long would be like. I didn't know! I swear." I hold her face in my hands and look into her eyes trying to tell her how I feel.

"Please." she pleads and I know that there is nothing I would ever deny her. Not a God damn thing. 

Everything that I was taught in this life, I had always thought is what made me different from everyone else I knew. My father molding me into the man I was expected to become as he prepared every aspect of my life for me. His insistence on the control that I need to maintain in regards to my life as far as love went, never once at any time prepared me for any of this, simply because he didn't want this for his son. He didn't want a woman to complicate my life, and no matter how hard he had tried to instill it in me, it still didn't matter what he wanted or taught me. He wouldn't have been able to stop it if he had tried and I am angry that he thought he could but more because he did.

I am in love and I know it without a doubt more than anything. There is nothing in the world that feels as good as this. 

Nothing.

I love Bella and I would almost be willing to bet I was in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her that very first day when I saw her sitting in that tree. 
"Baby girl, God...fuck I missed you!" I turn towards the car and lay her down on it gently, not wasting a minute. Not one fucking second was going to pass before I marked her as mine forever. My lips can't seem to kiss every inch of her fast enough. My hand is at the front of her blouse working the buttons down quickly, tugging and yanking at the fabric to get it untucked.

In seconds her bra is unfastened with one little flick of my fingers at the front. I peel it back and take her breast into my mouth tasting her sweet skin once again. I cannot get enough of her, devouring her nipples between my lips while her tiny little hands grip fists full of my hair as she moans and writhes under me crying out to God almighty himself.

I move back up and part her lips with my own kissing her once again. In between them, I murmur against her lips as to how much I want her and need her. The feeling grows so fucking strong I can't stop my reaction to the sounds she is making in response.

Her agreeing to it leaves me a frenzied mess.

My hand is under her skirt and tearing at the silk and lace before I can stop myself. I can hear him in my head and I know I need to calm him down before he takes over, but my focus is on getting her spread out on the hood of this car as quickly as possible, to bring us together once and for all.

"The skirt stays on baby." I murmur when she moves to unzip it.

I couldn't tell you if it was me that said those words or him, because it seems like everything around us is spinning wildly out of control and I am getting so fucking dizzy with desire and want.  

"No more waiting." I growl into her throat and slide my fingers between her lips to check and see if she is at all wet. It should be no surprise to me that Bella is always wet the moment her eyes land on me. Always and tonight is no different.

Her heart thunders in her chest and I am sure if I were alive, it would match my own.

She looks excited, scared, and beautiful, and the scent of her sweet adrenalin is pumping hard and fast through her veins, her eyes focus on her hands as she fights to untie my tie.

I move over top of her and push my raging hard on in between her warm legs.
"Do it." she goads me and I freeze.

"Don't stop Edward, please, don't. Do it."

The sound of my voice is so deep and hard and I practically roar out giving in and giving up on any thought of not stealing her virginity tonight.

"I have no intention of stopping baby. No fucking way now that my heart is set on you. I am a Masen and we take what we want and make it our own. You are mine and I will show you."  

Fuck the fact that she is seventeen, fuck the fact that I could go to jail, and fuck everyone in the entire goddamn world if they think they can judge me for falling in love and sharing all of me with the girl underneath me even if she is still half in her high school uniform.

She belongs to me and not a damn soul is going to dispute it.

I take a deep breath, in an attempt to calm this overwhelming feeling slightly and maintain my control. It is clear that I am not alone. I tear at my shirt, shredding it and tossing it aside with my now tattered tie.

Her wide expressive eyes meet mine and I can see my own, glowing as red as ever in the small reflection of hers with the light of the full moon behind me.

I move so damn fast, there is no way she can see anything other than a blur as my pants are torn off, hitting the dirt by the time I am climbing over top of her. The heat of the car engine radiates from under the hood underneath her, while my knees press in between her legs to spread her open and position her where I need her.

"Wrap your legs around me." I growl out and she follows my orders without any hesitation, her fingers fisting my hair. I slide one arm under her back and lift her up away from the car, bringing the warmth of her chest flush against my own frozen one.

With one hand sliding down between us I grip onto my cock and align myself up with her, while the other keeps her back up off the all too hot hood.

The minute the head of my cock slips between her wet warm lips, my fangs burst out and there is no doubt any more, that I am not alone with her.

I hiss and swallow back venom when his words pass my lips that indisputably come directly from him. All I can do is close my eyes just as my hips thrust forward penetrating the tightest wettest and warmest place I have ever been inside of as I steal her virginity.
 
Suddenly overcome by bright flashes that are moving in the slowest motion as blood spills down some unseen walls playing now behind my lids, I can feel a sense of panic.
Then I am hit with the sweetest scent a vampire could ever experience...Bella's pure virgin blood spills between her legs sending a tidal wave of intense searing flames that lick up my throat, all while the scent of her sweet sex surrounds me, flooding all of my senses taking over every part of me.

All I can hear is her sweet cries of my name feel the warmth and tightness of her wrapped completely around me, and I growl so loud I can hear the rattling of the windshield as it shakes behind us.

I slowly open my eyes to see the most beautiful sight ever. Our reflection together like this in the glass shows me the beauty of us together and sadly, something I truly wasn't ready to witness.

I am not in control of any of this.

His eyes stare back into mine.

A small part of me feels a sense of relief that I can see him, while the rest of me is downright fucking scared to death to see her in his arms as he holds onto her. 



He repeats the words once again and I lick my tongue along my fangs throwing my head back, bringing her body straight up off the hood now straddled over us. My tongue licks at her breasts, fangs graze over her nipples, while I pick her up to settle her down around me.

Heat engulfs my cock as the sweetest warmest tightest pussy takes every last inch of me into her. I lick the sweat that drips down her neck and continue to thrust my hips in the upward direction after she lifts up to only slide back down swallowing me again and again. She is moving right along with me, her legs flexing each time she pushes herself up to slide over me. I am lost in that fact alone that Bella is riding me while not holding anything back our first time together. I can hear my voice faintly in my head as we move together.

"That's it baby girl. Ride me. Ride me harder cause it feels so fucking good!" My fingers dig into her hips now holding her to help lift and drop her back down on me.

Everything is glowing brighter, when deep red tones flash behind my lids for the briefest of moments when I close my eyes.

Her cries echo in my head and I am on the cusp of coming deep inside of her, but I need to open my eyes once again to watch her. 

My nostrils flare out and I inhale the scent of us mixing together. I enjoy that burn in my throat with each beat of her pulse as my ears monitor her heartbeat. Then my eyes finally see her expression, then drop down to see Bella straddled over my legs, her breasts bounce right in front of me riding that sweet pussy right over my cock. I can see the dented hood of this car under my knees and her feet, but my eyes pull back to watch that naughty little skirt of hers bounce with her movements. It lays softly over her slender hips and then flies up as she pushes off me, and I catch a few glimpses of her lips wrapped around my raging hard on and that is all it takes for me to explode just when I pull out of her. I coat her hot smooth pussy, shooting thick streams of my come to mark her both inside and out with my scent, when I plunge back into her finishing off and filling her.



I hear him once again and those words whisper in my head this time around and they scare the fuck out of me.  

Nothing will ever be the same if I don't fight against what he is doing and I try with everything I have to retract my God damn fangs with my deadly venom dripping all over her soft skin.

In seconds he knows what I am doing, fighting now against me. 

My fangs are pressed too hard as the tips nearly penetrate her pale smooth skin over that sweet throbbing artery that sings with each pulse of her heartbeat.

No...not yet!

His words fill my head and I don't want to hear them! 

Come back to me please, baby.


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