Showing posts with label kiss. Show all posts
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Friday, October 16, 2015

Buying Love Update

Buying Love Chapter Eleven Update on FicPad

Buying Love Chapter Eleven Update on TWCS

Buying Love Chapter Eleven Update on AO3

Buying Love Chapter Eleven on FFn

His eyes were penetrating through mine. Barely a sliver of the jade green color was visible. His hands, which still wore thick leather cuffs around his wrists, were pinning my arms above my head, keeping me from touching him. He licked his lips, rolling his hips again and making me even wetter. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

I nodded, trusting him more than I probably should.

“Say it, out loud, that you trust me, Bella,” he said, his voice deepening and his hips thrusting against my sex. I could feel how aroused he was through his dress pants. He wanted me. With a growl, he pulled back, staring into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” I whispered, wanting to feel the heaviness of his body over me again.

He smiled, slow and seductive. “Don’t move,” he commanded, pressing my hands above my head. I bit my lip as he got up off the bed, walking to his pile of clothing. He grabbed a couple of things from the pile. When he walked back, I saw he had his tie, a black blindfold and a handful a condoms in his hands. He looked at me, eyes dancing with desire, lust and unadulterated want. However, he was still wearing his dress pants.

And it was quite obvious that I had left a mess on his crotch from my own arousal. 



Friday, September 25, 2015

Buying Love Update ...

Buying Love Chapter Five Update on FicPad

Buying Love Chapter Five Update on TWCS

Buying Love Chapter Five Update on FFn

Buying Love Chapter Five Update on AO3

“Bella?” came the distant voice of my best friend and assistant. I groaned, burrowing deeper into my bed. After I got off the phone with Edward, I opened up a bottle of wine.

Or four.

Four bottles of wine, at the time, seemed like a good idea.

Now?

Not so much.

“Isabella Marie Swan-Biers!” barked Rose, ripping the covers from my body. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Leave me alone,” I slurred, glaring at her. “And I’m not Biers anymore, bitch.”

“Unfortunately, your ex-douchebag has yet to sign those divorce papers, so legally, you still are Isabella Biers,” Rose snorted. “Why do you smell like a winery?” She sat down next to me and it made the bed move, which made my stomach lurch. I whimpered, falling out of the bed and crawling to my bathroom to worship the porcelain god. Rose followed me, turning on the shower. “Bells, you’ve got to leave in a half hour. Why are you still drunk? When did you start drinking?”

“Ugh, last night after I got off the phone with Edward,” I said, clinging to my toilet like it was my life raft. “I kind of insulted his vocation and made him feel like a cheap whore. Oh, wait, that’s because he is.”

“Not so cheap, Bells. This guy is costing you more than I paid for my first car and that’s with the blow job I gave the sales guy,” Rose snorted.

“You are such a slut,” I deadpanned, flushing the toilet and heaving my body up.

“I know and I don’t dispute it,” she smirked.