تسجيل الدخول~BellaShe suddenly pushed me back a step. The water from the shower still ran over both of us, but the heat in her eyes had changed. It wasn’t just lust anymore.“You don’t love me, do you?” she said, voice tight and emotional. “You just want to fuck me. I heard the rumors, Bella. You fuck everyone who comes your way and abandon them.”I didn’t flinch. I didn’t deny it. I simply smirked, water streaming down my face, and met her gaze without shame.“Yes. That’s me, Emily,” I said calmly. “I’m that filthy girl who crosses every gender who looks at me twice. That’s me. So you decide now if you want to stay… or leave.”The words hung heavy in the steam.Emily’s throat worked. For a second I thought she might actually walk out. Instead she reached out and took my hand, gripping it tightly like she was afraid I might disappear if she let go.“I want to be different, Bella,” she whispered, eyes shining. “I want to be the one you eagerly don’t want to leave. I don’t want you to discard me l
~BellaWe eventually managed to finish cooking, barely.Emily stood at the stove in nothing but an apron she had tied on as a joke, the strings digging into the soft flesh of her hips while her bare ass and breasts remained completely exposed. I stayed close behind her the entire time, one hand occasionally sliding under the apron to stroke between her legs, the other reaching around to cup and squeeze her heavy breasts while she tried to focus on the pan. Every time she moaned or pushed back against me, I smiled into her shoulder and kept going.By the time the food was actually plated, both of us were flushed and slick again.We didn’t bother with the dining table. We carried the plates to the massive living room couch, the same one where I had first eaten her out and sat naked among the cushions. Emily fed me a piece of chicken with her fingers. I licked the sauce off them slowly, holding her gaze the whole time. She watched my mouth with open hunger.“You’re going to kill me,”
~BellaI didn’t give her much time to recover.While Emily was still lying there flushed and trembling, I stood up and started undressing right in front of her. My top came off first, then my bra, then I pushed my shorts and panties down in one motion and kicked them away. Her eyes tracked every inch of newly exposed skin, lingering on my breasts, my stomach, the wetness already glistening between my thighs.“Your turn to work,” I said.I climbed onto the huge couch and swung one leg over her face, lowering myself until my dripping pussy hovered just above her mouth. Emily’s hands immediately came up to grip my thighs. She didn’t need more instruction. Her tongue slid through my folds in one long, eager stroke, and a low moan left me at the first real contact.“That’s it… just like that.”I started to ride her face slowly, grinding down against her tongue while she licked and sucked with surprising hunger. One of her hands left my thigh and reached for the dildo I had just used on
~BellaI closed the last bit of space between us and kissed her.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. I took her mouth the way I had been thinking about since the changing room, deep, hungry, claiming. Emily made a small sound against my lips and immediately opened for me, her hands sliding up my arms and into my hair. The taste of her was even better than I remembered. I backed her toward the massive sectional without breaking the kiss, one hand already sliding down the curve of her back to squeeze the full, soft flesh of her ass.When the backs of her knees hit the couch she sank down onto it. I followed, kneeling between her spread thighs on the thick rug, and looked up at her for a second. Her lips were already swollen. Her chest rose and fell quickly. The pale lace of her panties was visibly wet“I’ve been thinking about this exact view,” I murmured.Then I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her long legs in one smooth motion.I tossed them a
~BellaI finished the last of my eggs slowly, deliberately, letting the silence at the table stretch just a little longer than necessary. Mia and Maya were still chatting between bites, completely absorbed in each other. My uncle hadn’t touched his food. He kept his eyes anywhere but on me, jaw tight, one hand clenched under the table like he was trying to will his body back under control.My phone buzzed against the counter.I stood, walked over, and glanced at the screen. An unknown number. For a second I almost ignored it, then I remembered the card still sitting in the pocket of the shorts I’d worn home from the match.I answered.“Bella?” The voice on the other end was low, smooth, instantly familiar. “It’s Emily. From St. Jude’s.”A slow smile pulled at my mouth. I turned slightly so my uncle could see the expression on my face even if he didn’t know who I was talking to.“I remember,” I said. “Didn’t think you’d actually call.”Emily’s soft laugh came through the speaker. “I t
~BellaI woke up to soft morning light spilling across the bed.For a few seconds I just lay there, naked under the sheets, feeling the pleasant, deep ache between my legs and the faint soreness in my thighs. The twins were still asleep on either side of me, Mia curled against my left, Maya’s arm draped loosely over my waist. Their breathing was slow and even. The room still smelled like sex and skin and the faint trace of body wash from the night before.I slipped out carefully so I wouldn’t wake them, pulled on an oversized T-shirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs, and padded downstairs.The penthouse was quiet. I moved through the kitchen on autopilot, pulling out eggs, bread, bacon, fresh fruit, enough for four. The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon slowly filled the air. I was almost done plating everything when I heard footsteps behind me.I didn’t turn around right away.The fridge door opened. I heard him rummaging for a second, then the soft clink of a bottle. Whe







