If the Boughs Break, Blood Will Flow

Chapter Eighteen ~ Cold Blooded Deception

Chapter Eighteen

Cold Blooded Deception

"COME FOR ME, NOW!" Edward demanded, thrusting deep inside Bella one last time, releasing stream after stream of hot cum into her, tight wet pussy.

"YES, YES, YES!" Bella demanded, falling over the edge as the powerful orgasm rocked through her. Collapsing on Edward's chest, she slipped into blissful sleep.

Edward held her against his chest, trying to regain some strength from his own powerful orgasm. They had been going like this almost non-stop for the last three days. The only time they left the bed was to get food or use the bathroom. They would nap in between sessions, though Bella was the one who awoke first, initiating the next round. Fuck, she had swiftly attacked him in the back of the limo as they left the church, dropping to her knees in front of him and pushing up his tartan.

"I fucking knew you were commando under this," she groaned, licking her lips.

Before he could answer her, she had her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking. He would never forget the sight before him and just when he thought it couldn't get any better, she relaxed her throat and took him entirely in her mouth. "Fuck, baby, I am about to come." Looking down into her molten chocolate eyes, he came hard. His sexy wife swallowed every drop and when she was done, she licked her lips and hummed with satisfaction.

He had no idea that for the next three days, she wanted him non-stop. Looking at her face, he saw that she had fallen asleep. Carefully moving her off, he slid out of her slick heat and groaned. Fuck, he was sore. In his entire life, his cock had never been aching from overuse.

"Hmm, Edward," Bella moaned in her sleep.

Usually, he would be turned on by her moaning his name, only right now he needed to find some relief. He was slipping out of bed, careful not to wake her from her slumber. As he took a step, he had to suppress a groan. Damn, it fucking hurt. Hobbling towards the bathroom, he gently took his cock in his hand as he took a piss.

"Holy fucking shit," he groaned under his breath.

Once he was done, he went back into the bedroom, finding a pair of soft, roomy sleep pants and he slipped them on and picked up his cell phone. Taking one more glance at Bella, he had to stifle back a laugh. She was lying on her side, with her mouth open and drool dripping alongside her lips. Her hair looked like a flock of birds had taken up nesting within its long locks. Despite everything, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Stepping out of the room, he closed the door and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. As he passed the window, he saw that the storm that they had been calling for had finally hit. Getting closer, he saw that the forecasters had underestimated this storm. Fuck, it was going to be a bad one. Looking up at the clock, he saw that it was already five o'clock. Damn, they had been at it for over four hours. No wonder his cock was sore. He was heading towards the kitchen when his phone began to ring. Looking at it, he saw that it was Jasper and he knew something had to be terribly wrong. As soon as he answered, he heard the gunshots in the background.

"Jasper," Edward said, hoping that he was okay.

"Skipper, we have a major problem. We are under attack at the south end and it is snowing so fucking bad the visibility is almost nil," Jasper rushed out, as he continued to take aim and fire.

"Is Emmett there?" Edward asked.

"Yeah. However, we are outmanned and outgunned. Whoever they are, the bastards are heavily armed," Jasper answered.

"Fuck. I will get there as soon as I can with reinforcements," Edward advised.

"That sounds," Jasper began, then the phone went dead.