by Bella Jewel
“Then you’re telling me you aren’t laying in your bed right now, pussy aching at the thought of what went down tonight?”
At his words, my pussy, the little betrayer, clenches.
“Max,” I rasp, because really, what am I going to say?
“I can’t stop thinking about it. I want nothing more right now than to taste you.”
I shiver. I remember what it was like to have Max’s mouth between my legs. It was an amazing feeling.
“Please stop,” I whisper.
“Tell me where you are?”
I blink. “Pardon me?”
“Tell me where you are. I need inside you again, fucking now.”
He’s kidding, right?
My heart flutters because a huge part of me wants to say yes, and another part wants to say no. The problem is, I struggle to say no when it comes to Max.
“I can’t . . . you can’t . . .”
“Where are you, Blue Belle?”
“Max, you can’t just . . .”
“Where. Are. You.”
Oh God.
“I need to put my dick in you. I need to taste your cunt. I need to feel you again. Fuck, I can’t get enough.”
Max knows how to turn it on when he wants something. He’s always been able to drop the dirty words and get my body eager and ready at the drop of a hat. I love his dirty mouth as much as I love him. Especially when he whispers it in my ear while he’s fucking me . . .
“Anabelle,” he growls, snapping me out of it. “Tell me where you are, or I’ll find you myself.”
“We both know you can’t do that.”
“Can’t I?” he challenges.
I swallow.
“If you don’t want my body anywhere near yours again after this night, I’ll respect that. I won’t give up trying to see my daughter, but I’ll respect you. But right now, I need to come and show you how fucking badly I’ve missed you. Now you either make that easy, or hard. Which is it going to be?”
His words both hurt and relieve me. I want him, but I want what’s best for my daughter more. If he promises to leave me alone and remove the pressure, then I might just be able to figure out something that works for all of us. But right now, Immy is safely tucked away sleeping at another house, and I’m here . . . desperate, body hot, wanting my husband.
I breathe the address into the phone before I can think twice about it.
He hangs up before anything more can be spoken.
Shit.
What did I just sign myself up for?
CHAPTER NINE
THEN – MAX – COLLEGE
Where the hell is she?
Belle and I are meant to be going to the yearly college charity ball together, but she’s not here yet. Demi protested in big ways when she assumed I would still take her. Of course that shit wasn’t going to happen. It’s like suddenly it hit her, that I’m really not coming back. She stormed out of the cafeteria screeching about revenge. Instead, I asked Belle. God, her face lit up like the Fourth of July.
Now she’s not here.
Maybe she’s nervous? She didn’t want me to pick her up; instead she wanted to meet me at the entrance. It was her thing, so I didn’t argue even though I didn’t like it. I should have picked her up. Everyone has gone inside, but she’s still not here. I can hear the soft music coming out of the door. Something isn’t right, Belle isn’t the kind to stand someone up. Fuck, things have been amazing between us. She wouldn’t do this.
I pull out the phone from my tuxedo jacket and glance down at it. Nothing. Fuck. I stare around once more then I decide to check inside. Maybe she came from a different direction and is already in there? I punch out a message to her, and then I enter the massive hall. People are dancing, eating, chatting and laughing. It’s kind of like the prom all over again. I scan the room, and catch Reese with Emily.
I wave to him, and he gives me a confused look. It’s like he’s asking where Belle is. Yeah, I know she’s not here.
I shove through the crowd, and see Demi standing with a group of her minions near the punch table. I stride over¸ having a horrible feeling that she might have had something to do this with. Call it instinct. I stop when I’m in front of her and she glances at me, batting her eyelashes. “You look hot, Max.”
“Where the fuck is Belle?”
She gives me an innocent expression. “I have no idea.”
I step up close. “Don’t you fuck with me, Demi. Do you honestly believe that all this nasty shit will make me want you back? I don’t fucking want you, because you’re a sloppy, pathetic lay and a fucked up person.”
Her cheeks grow red and she spits, “What’s she got that I don’t?”
“A fucking soul. Now where is she?”
She shrugs, her face bitter. “I think she had an issue with her dress.”
Everyone around her chuckles, and my temper flares. “Where is she?” I roar.
She shrugs again.
I turn and charge towards the bathrooms and back entrance. I just bet Belle is in the bathrooms. Demi’s comment about her dress makes me feel sick. I find the female toilets and shove past the women in the line, who all screech at me. I push the door open and yell out, “Belle?”
Silence.
Then a sob.
I run towards the end stall and press my hands against the door. “Baby, you in there?”
“Go away, Max,” she whispers.
“No,” I say. “You open this door, or I’ll climb it.”
Silence.
Then the lock turns.
I push the door open and step in, glancing down at her. She’s got a beautiful, long, baby blue dress on. But it’s torn. Someone has ripped it, like a modern day Cinderella. She’s sitting on the toilet seat, mascara running down her cheeks.
“I’m never going to be enough,” she sobs.
“Stand up,” I rasp, extending my hand.
“I can’t go out like this. She wants me to suffer, Max. She’ll never leave me alone.”
“You’re wrong baby, and I’m about to prove it. Do you trust me?”
She looks up and her blue eyes study my face, before she reaches out and takes my hand. As she stands, I see there’s a large rip in the center of her dress, exposing her stomach. It makes her look hot, and I’m about to show Demi that she will never fucking win. I take Belle’s hand, pulling her out of the stall. Tatters of dress drag behind her, and her cheeks are red, but she follows me.
I ignore all the stares.
I lead her out into the main ballroom and straight up onto the stage. Everyone stops talking suddenly, and whispers spread out through the crowd. I take the microphone and step forward. “As many of you know, I’ve been seeing this beautiful girl behind me for a few months now. It appears my ex bitch can’t get it through her head, that I’m done with her ass. So, like the coward she is, she’s been torturing my woman. No longer. You all know me. You all know what I stand for. If you choose to support that ugly, cold-hearted woman, then you will no longer be apart of my world. Because this girl,” I pull Belle into my side. “Is every fucking thing to me, and the next person who bothers her, will answer to me personally. Now, I’m going to take her onto the dance floor, because even in tatters, she’s fifty times the fucking person than the selfish, ugly, cold hearted cow that did this to her.”
Demi’s face is bright red and people are glaring at her. She makes a huffing sound and storms out of the building, her minions trailing behind her.
I tug Belle’s hand and take her down the stairs and onto the dance floor. People make room for us. No one will make her feel like she doesn’t belong here. Never again. I put my hands on her hips and encourage hers around my neck. She’s staring around the room, her face red, her eyes panicked. I take her chin and make her meet my eyes.
“Don’t look at them, look only at me.”
“I look awful, Max. They’re staring.”
“Let them stare,” I say. “But I won’t let you be run out by a bitter cow who
can’t stand that you have what she doesn’t.”
“I look...horrible,” she whispers, her eyes glistening.
“No, you look more beautiful than I’ve ever seen you. There’s never a time when you’ll ever be anything but beautiful to me, Blue Belle. Let them stare, let them think what they will, but my girl is getting this dance, because she deserves it.”
A tear trickles down her cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I smile. “You were born, Blue Belle. That was the best gift ever presented to this world.”
She smiles. Beautiful. Real.
I think I just fell in love.
~*~*~*~
Fuck she looks so beautiful below me, her blue eyes staring up. I’ve been dating Belle for more than six months now, and it’s been fucking incredible. Every time her hands are on me, or mine are on her, it just seems fucking perfect. Tonight is the first time she’s letting me make love to her, and I’m glad to have waited. All the other girls I’ve been with just want a quick fuck, but Belle respected herself enough to wait.
And it’s been an incredible wait.
We’ve done everything else but fuck, and God the girl can work her hands and her mouth. Maybe it’s because I actually want those parts of her on my dick, or maybe she’s just a natural—either way, fooling around with her has been pretty fucking special. But tonight, tonight she decided she wanted more. So I brought her here to my favorite spot, and after eating and laughing, we started making out.
Now I’m on top of her, and fuck it’s hard to think about anything else.
“Max, I’m scared,” she whispers, looking up at me from the blanket she’s lying on in the back of my truck.
It’s a clear night and the stars are twinkling above us. We’re at my favorite lake, in a secluded spot only a few people seem to know about. It’s always quiet and there are rarely people around. If they do happen to come this way, you can hear them approach in time to make sure you’re decent, so Belle and I are safe and no one will bother us without our knowledge.
“Don’t be scared, Blue Belle,” I murmur, cupping her face. “I won’t hurt you. We’ll go slow.”
She nods, biting her lip.
I lean down, kissing her softly. The kiss is exactly what she needs to loosen up, because her body slowly relaxes beneath mine. I kiss her until she’s panting and her fingers are roaming my arms. Then I gently lift her shirt up and slide it over her head. “Going to take this real slow, baby,” I growl, staring at her perfect, tiny body. “Going to suck your nipples first, then your clit, then I’ll fuck you.”
She shivers and her eyes grow hooded as she nods, unashamed that I’m looking at her. I’ve seen her naked before when we’ve fooled around, so it’s nothing new. Tonight, though, it’s a fuck of a lot more exciting. I reach around and unclasp her bra, then I throw it to the side. Belle has the sweetest tits—just a perfect, full handful. I take one in my hand, moving it around in the way she likes. Then I lean down and draw her nipple into my mouth.
She moans, her body twisting beneath mine as I suck softly, then more firmly. I rotate from nipple to nipple, using my hand on the one I’m not sucking. I roll her nipple with my thumb and forefinger as I draw the other one into my mouth. I do this on repeat until she’s bucking beneath me. Grinning, I look down at her as I hook my thumbs into her jeans. “Getting desperate, Blue Belle?”
She parts her plump lips and nods on a little moan.
Fuck she’s sweet.
I lower her jeans, taking her panties with them. She keeps her legs together, cheeks pink. She’s nervous about this part, and even though I’ve seen her like this, she’s always hesitant to spread her legs. I run my finger down her thigh and she stares up at me. “You know I love your pussy, sweetheart. Spread open for me.”
She slowly drops her legs apart, covering her face with an arm. I reach up and pull her arm down. “Don’t ever hide what you’ve got, because it’s beautiful.”
I move my eyes down to her plump pussy lips and my dick gets hard when I see she’s already glistening for me. Fuck, she’s all I’ve ever wanted. I push her back a bit, lowering her knees farther as I bring my face between her legs, inhaling deeply as I go. I love a woman’s scent, especially Belle’s. It turns me on in ways I can’t explain. I drop my lips to her warm clit and she bucks beneath me.
Sweet.
“Stay still for me, baby,” I murmur against her flesh.
I suck her clit into my mouth and she cries out, hands flying down to capture my head. She tangles her fingers into my hair as I suck her into my mouth, loving how warm she is, loving how she tastes. I suck her clit hard and soft, pulling it in and out of my mouth. I slowly move a finger down to her entrance and gently probe, sliding it in. I’ve only ever put one in, but tonight I push a second in.
She stiffens beneath me, and her moan goes slightly strangled.
“That hurt?” I ask, pulling my mouth from her body.
“Kind of,” she whispers. “But keep going.”
I push my fingers in further, sucking on her clit again. I leave them sitting inside her while I work her pussy over with my mouth, and only when she’s writhing again do I start sliding my fingers in and out, stretching her, opening her to me. She gasps and makes a gorgeous little mewling sound, and then I feel her pussy tighten as she finds her release. I suck her clit until every last shudder is pulled from her body, then I slowly slide up her body.
I fumble with my jeans as I go, desperate to be inside her for the first time. I kick them off and then reach for my wallet, flipping it open and pulling out a condom. I roll it on and then jerk my shirt up, tossing it to the side before lowering my body back over Belle’s. She’s staring up at me, a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes.
“If it hurts, even for a second, you tell me,” I say, my voice thick.
“Okay,” she whispers.
I take her legs and spread them wider and then I position my dick right at her entrance. I push slowly, already feeling the resistance as she clenches at the feeling.
“Relax, baby,” I murmur, leaning down and kissing her softly. “Let me in.”
She relaxes and kisses me back, gently at first, but slowly growing hungrier and hungrier as I push farther and farther inside her. She’s tight, like a glove around my dick. I get a few inches in and she starts squirming beneath me, whimpering my name. I stop, and it’s fucking hard, but I’d never hurt her. I look down into her eyes and grind out, “You hurting baby?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods.
“Okay, I’ll slow down.”
I slow the pushing and take the time to kiss her. I reach down between us and find her clit, putting a little pressure on it. She whimpers and I keep that up as I start pushing inside her again. I feel the moment I bust past her barrier, because my dick slides home effortlessly after that. Once I’m fully sheathed inside her, I let out a long, satisfied groan. She’s so fucking tight and wet.
“How you doin’, sweetheart?” I manage, staring down at her. She’s got flushed cheeks and she looks fucking incredible.
“I’m okay,” she whispers. “Keep going, Max.”
I slowly pull out and push back in again, keeping my eyes on hers. She bites her lip and closes her eyes at the beginning, her face slightly pained, but the more I work her clit and slide into her body, the more relaxed she becomes. Finally, she looks up at me with the same lust I know I’m looking at her with. She takes my arms and brings her lips up to mine. Fuck, she’s perfect.
I kiss her while I make love to her, driving my body in and out of hers at a slow pace to make it as painless as possible. My body is screaming at me to go harder and faster, but the pleasure I’m feeling taking it slow is incredible.
“Max,” she pants, pulling her mouth from mine. “Yes.”
I speed up, feeling my balls pull up as the build up begins throbbing at the base of my dick. I’m close.
“I’m close baby,” I pant. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good.”
“Y-y-y-you too,” she breathes. “Oh God.”
“Tell me you fucking love it, Belle,” I groan.
“Ana,” she breathes. “While you’re doing this to me, call me Ana.”
Fuck.
That’s even better.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my life, Ana.”
“Max,” she cries out, clutching my arms. “I love you, oh God, I love you.”
Happiness, fear, emotion and joy swell in my chest as my balls draw up and I explode into her. “Fucking love you too,” I bellow as spurt after spurt explodes from my body.
I drop my forehead to hers, panting and sweating. She looks into my eyes and we stay like that for a long time.
“Max?” she asks, when our breathing evens out.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can I keep you forever?”
I grin. “Fuck yeah you can.”
And that’s exactly how I found the girl of my dreams.
CHAPTER TEN
NOW – ANABELLE
I pace by the front door. I’ve tried to ring Max four times, trying to go back on my word, but he didn’t answer. Now I’m nervous. I am worried about the choice I made while my body was still hot for Max. It’s stupid; I need to spin him around as soon as he arrives. I don’t want Pippa to know he’s here. God, what the hell am I thinking?
The pounding at the door makes me snap out of my thoughts and the panic sets in harder. Shit. No, this can’t be happening. I’m a damned fool.
I put my hand on the door handle, taking a deep breath. Just tell him you don’t want it, tell him to leave, tell him that you can’t do this and it’s best for everyone if you just stay apart. I square my shoulders and swing the door open.
I don’t get one single word out because Max steps in, leans down, scoops me into his arms and slams his mouth against mine. All my thoughts fly out the window as he kicks the door closed behind him and kisses me with everything he has. Fuck it. I’ll tell him tomorrow. I kiss him back, hungrily, and he starts striding towards the hall and then stops. “Where’s your room?” he growls.
“Second left.”
He walks to the door, shoves it open and then kicks it closed behind him, freeing one hand to lock it. He walks me over to the bed and drops me down on it, bringing his massive body over mine. He keeps kissing me, grinding his hard cock against my core as he devours my mouth. He rotates his hips, knowing exactly what I like, knowing me better than anyone else.