Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Gravity Teaser

This is all Boo's fault... Teaser for an upcoming fic, though some think I should publish it... we'll see.


He stood behind me, touching and pulling the fabric of my shirt. “This shirt makes you look frumpy. I don’t like it. Get rid of it.” His hand slid under my shirt, two fingers pushing up and into my pussy. He snickered when he felt how wet I was. “Were you close, Boo?” he asked. I shuddered, my hips rocking against his hand as he slid his fingers in over and over, massaging my clit with each movement. “You want to come, baby?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my eyes closed.

His movements stopped. “Then fucking feed me already.”

My eyes snapped open and I whirled on him. “Then fucking leave me alone already! Just fucking sit down and shut up.”

His lips quirked up into smirk and he licked them. “I think I’ll eat you out tonight, make you come all over my face.”


He did as I requested and I finished up the salads, practically throwing his at him as I put them on the table. I returned with his favorite French dressing along with my creamy Italian and sat down. We ate in silence, side by side like always, his free hand on my thigh.

“So what happened to coming at eight?” I questioned, looking up at the clock which read ten after seven.

“I finished what I was working on early, spurred on by you waiting for me. I’ve been fucking hard all day, I almost dragged you into the hall closet earlier in order to get off.”

Yes, always about him and his needs, never about me unless he felt like it.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m so sorry you had to wait so long to get your rocks off. Maybe next time you could try your hand and stop bothering me.”

His hand squeezed my thigh hard and he leaned in close. “I will do what I want with you, when I want. I fucking own you,” he growled through gritted teeth.

I turned, glaring. “I am not your fucking property.”

“Yes, you are. You’re my own personal call girl. Always ready to spread your legs for me like a good whore.”

My eyes widened and I pulled back my hand to slap him, but he grabbed it before I could make contact. I struggled to pull free, but the motions and his restraint caused the chair to tip, and me to spill out onto the floor. Edward came with me, his body covering mine. He still held one hand and grabbed the other, pinning them above my head. Then his hand moved between my thighs, an area that was now exposed due to the fall, and forced his fingers back into my wet pussy.

My eyes rolled back into my head, body shuddering in pleasure and I began to moan.
“That’s a good girl, take it. Take what I fucking give you. You’re mine. Say it.”

I shook my head, my hips rocking into his hand.

“Say it!” he screamed, pumping his fingers harder. “Say it!”


  1. More please and soon?

  2. I think you should publish it...more please?

    1. I'm considering it more and more each day. :D