Happy New Year

I want to wish all my followers and lurkers a very Happy New Year. It may be a while before I post. Hubby did something crazy and got me two puppies for Christmas so life is busy. I even have troubles getting my writing done. Also New Year Day is my birthday.

KareBear

Interview with the second place winner and Best Poly

1.      1.  Did you like writing in the confines of a specific theme? Any plans to enter any more contests.
 Yes, I found it enjoyable writing in the confines of a specific theme, but that is not always the case. I don't find a lot of contest out there, so when I do, if I have an idea I will.

2. What is it about the theme you choose for this fic do for you?

As with all my stories it's a creative release. I choose this one in particular because I’ve never written one before. It was to push my limits and tolerations.

3. Is there anything you do special to write?

Besides sitting at my kitchen table to write, and chugging Dunkin Donuts Ice tea, no not really.

4. Any plans to continue this fic and if so, can you give us a little peek into your talented mind?

I hope to continue it if my first original manuscript "Mocked by Destiny" allows for it. I am also writing my second in the series "Mocked by Faith" so it's harder to sneak out the extra fanfiction stories. As for a sneak peek here is a peek at the next chapter for The third Wife:

Edward's POV

As they bounced in from finishing the nightly chores, they had me aching for them.

"Come here you two," I groaned as they both scurried up to my bedside.

Sitting up, I slid both my hands up under their cotton dresses. The creamy flesh of their inner thighs felt like silk under my touch as I proceeded to their hidden curls. With a few twitches of my fingers, I had them both sighing and swaying against my hands. Seeing their lust filled irises, I nodded. In desperation they locked lips and began groping each other’s clothed breast.

"Pull off each other's dresses my loves," I chuckled.

Bella was the first to grab Max's hem to drag it up and off her body. Maxine returned the favor, leaving them both stark naked and ready for me. Sliding back, I laid back on the bed.

"Bella love, come up here, I want to bury my face between your thighs. Maxine ride me my sweet," I moaned as I lowered my boxers allowing my rock hard rod to spring forth.

Maxine was the first to grab my throbbing shaft in her hands before straddling me and sliding down on it. She hissed with lust filled eyes as I filled her. After a few slow bounces, she set off hammering herself down upon my hardened member.

Bella bit her lip and shyly moved into position having never done this before with me. Grabbing her thigh, I threw her leg over my neck and grabbed her ass pulling her treasure trove towards me. The adorable gasp the slipped out of her lips urged me on. With one long lick of my tongue, Bella threw her head back and moaned loudly.

Thank You For your time! Nails233

Interview with the winner of the Short Story Contest.

Here is rbsschess interview she will also be interview by the Sneaky Snarky Subs.

1.) Did you like writing in the confines of a specific theme? Any plans to enter any more contests.
Writing with in a specific theme can be fun and I do like it. I do not have any contests I am entering at this time. My 2 stories are winding down and I want to finish them first. I like the idea of writing based on a picture or quote prompt so that maybe next.

2.) What is it about the theme you choose for this fic do for you?
I do like writing using the BDSM theme. I do not live this lifestyle myself but it is very freeing to write within it, essentially anything goes as long as it is within everyone's limits. I do research the BDSM I write about, so if I mention something it is out there somewhere. I also think the average person would be surprised at how much of what is done in a 'vanilla' couples life is also there in a BDSM couples.

3.) Is there anything you do special to write?

 I write from an extremely loose outline. I have a good idea of the characters but some of the best ideas have come from a question asked by a reviewer and then I can be off in a direction I had not planned on going. Aside that it just finding the time especially this time of year.

4.) Any plans to continue this fic and if so, can you give us a little peek into your talented mind?

 I do plan on continuing this after Christmas and am working on the next chapter. I haven't decided if it will all EPOV or not but he will continue to have her journal. Edward will have to put his foot down with his family meddling in his love life and his life in general. Going public will be interesting. Jake won't give up easily. Lots of playtime!!!

Winners of my first Short Story Contest.

I would first like to thank both of the people that entered the contest as both stories are some and I really hope that they both will continue them and make them into full stories.  I would also like to say that it was a close vote and thank you to all that voted.

The people's choice winner will be feature on the Between the Sheets blog. and both will have a short interview posted here.

These are the banners of the winners. I would like to thank Christina Banners for the banners.

 

A New Must Read Story

I have had writers block and have not been able to write on my stories so I have been in this mode of reading new stories and I found one that I really liked and it don't have a huge following yet so I am promoting it and I have a Teaser that  will get you want to read this next chapter that she is still working on and should be up sometime during her two week break from school.

 Cullen Mafia

nod of his head seemed to be all his sons needed to know why he had made
them stop and what he expected of them now, and Isabella could only pant aloud
when Jasper bit on her neck before he murmured softly into her ear.

"Go to him…"

She didn't even comprehend his words at first and she could only look at
Emmett and him questioningly, until they both gripped her under one armpit and
lifted her up.

She still didn't realize what they meant to do until they gently deposited
her, on her knees, on the edge of the table and Emmett winked at her.

"Go to daddy…" he reiterated with his trademark cocky smile and a nod in
Carlisle's direction, when he saw her hesitate briefly.

Her eyes met Carlisle's across the table and she felt somewhat appeased by the
encouraging smile he bestowed upon her.

She had been almost sure that Emmett and Jasper would be the first to have
their ways with her, but that honor was going to be reserved to Carlisle
apparently.

She should have seen it coming in fact, after all he had said that his sons
would do their very best to convince her, not that they were going to fuck her
right away.

From what she knew of Carlisle, he probably never intended for anyone to
really take her before he could. He was the patriarch of the family after all,
and probably thought he should be the first to sample the goods and make her
his. She didn't see him going for sloppy seconds, in all honesty, sons or not.


The way he was looking at her then gave her chills and she could almost hear
him say, 'come to me, honey, I will make it good for you'.

As much as she wanted to go to him, though, she still wanted to make him pay
for having denied her her pleasure earlier and so, she plastered the sultriest
expression she could muster on her face and moved as sensually as she could as
she crossed the table on her hands and knees.

She knew Emmett and Jasper were still behind her and could certainly see her
shaking ass as she moved and she relished in the brief feeling of power
hearing them comment what they saw gave her.

"Shit… look at that fucking ass…" Emmett grunted as, for the first time,
he saw her back and noticed the way her small shorts barely covered her cheeks
and seemed to disappear between them the more she moved.

"You're telling me?" Jasper raised a brow, remembering all too well that not
so long ago, he had been face first under that hot ass.

Too bad his father had stopped them, or he would have surely pushed his
tongue, and a few fingers, in there again.

What could he say, he had always been an ass man!

Isabella put on a good show as she crawled to Carlisle, but she forced herself
to not look to his side, sure that she would probably lose her footing and
crash head first into the table instead if she did, making a complete fool out
of herself in the process.

If she focused on Carlisle, she wouldn't be able to see if Edward was looking
at her in disgust or in awe, with revulsion or with desire. She also forced
herself to not care about what he could think either, even if she knew well
what she wanted him to be feeling at that instant.

She saw Carlisle bring his chair closer to the table before she could even
reach his side and wasn't more surprised than that to feel him take her hand
in his and pull her into his lap once she did.

"Hello, beautiful…" he greeted her with a soft kiss over her knuckles, like
he had when she had first entered the conference room, yet the way he devoured
her with his eyes at the same time belied the innocence of the gesture.

At that instant, she didn't need to be a mind-reader herself to know that
there would be, in fact, absolutely nothing innocent about what he prepared
himself to do to her.

"Did my sons make you feel good, like they promised?" he questioned softly as
his hands drifted to her hips and brought her closer to him.

"Yes…" Isabella just breathed out, enjoying the way his thumbs drew circles
on the naked flesh of her hips.

She didn't feel the need to elaborate more than that, knowing that it had been
a rhetorical question anyway, since she had no doubt he had clearly witnessed
her pleasure, how short it had lasted, thanks to him.

If the bulge she could feel between her legs now was any indication though, he
would definitely be able to make up for the interruption.

"What would your father think, though, if he knew you just let two Cullens
pleasure you… or worse… if he saw you sitting on my lap now?" Carlisle
demanded and Isabella almost laughed in his face at the stupidity of the
question.

There was no way she would ever let her father know what she had done here. He
would kill her, or at the very least disown her, she was sure.

She was half-tempted to ask Carlisle what his wife and daughter-in-laws would
think themselves, if they only knew what their husbands did when they weren't
around, but knowing that she had no desire to know the answer, she opted for a
more mischievous one.

"What? You're gonna tell daddy on me?" the words were whisper-soft and the
pout she added to them was nearly enough to make Carlisle cream his pants like
a thirteen years old.

She had no idea what that single word, daddy, and the way she had spoken it
had done to him, but maybe one day, if they played their cards well, he could
live that fantasy with her.

He would definitely not mind if such breathtaking, young, creature wanted to
play with him and call him Daddy C. while he fucked her hard, like Esme, his
dear wife had so many times before when they role-played.

"You really are one naughty little girl, aren't you?" he growled out instead
of begging her to call her daddy out right away, like he wanted to, but he
couldn't suppress a soft moan when he saw her bite her bottom lip and look at
him almost coyly.

"Why? Do you mind?" she didn't deny or confirm his words, since he probably
knew the answer anyway.

She wouldn't be there, sitting on his lap if she were still daddy's innocent
girl, and they both knew it.

"Not one fucking bit…" hearing him swear nearly caused Isabella to
completely soak her panties and she was sure she had probably never heard
anything as sexy as those words in the mouth of the so elegant and normally
well-mannered Carlisle Cullen.

She could bet that not many people knew this side of him, yet she was
convinced that that would probably not be the last of dirty words she would
hear coming out of his mouth today.

What was more, she didn't mind herself one bit, hearing a guy who wanted her
talk dirty to her having always been a major turn on, as far as she was
concerned.

It was also an added bonus that Carlisle was so freaking gorgeous and Isabella
had no doubt that more than a woman had let herself be lured into his bed just
because of his looks.

A man like him probably didn't need to say more than two words to a woman to
make her want him, and she swore to herself that she would at least try to be
different and not let herself be completely enthralled by his beauty.

Like he could read her mind, he smiled up at her, and even if he didn't say
anything, she could almost hear him telling her that he knew how much she
wanted him.

"You smell so good, Isabella…" he murmured instead, blue eyes piercing her,
and Isabella had to shake her head, just so she wouldn't let herself be
trapped in there for too long.

She smiled back at him, but the next second opened her mouth in a silent sigh
when she felt him lean down so he could kiss the swell of one breast.

He didn't linger there, just stayed long enough to suck her skin and leave a
mark she was sure, but she definitely couldn't complain when he lowered the
cups of her bra instead and almost immediately attacked her nipples.

He suckled on them a few seconds, alternating between the two rosy buds and
then stopped to admire her, making Isabella blush when she heard him.

"Magnificent… those pictures really didn't do you justice…" his tone
seemed truly pleased, like he was really glad he was able to see her for real
now, but Isabella couldn't even reply, or just thank him for the compliment,
that he was already at her again.

She felt his tongue flick one tight nub as his fingers pinched and pulled on
the other and she was just about to tell him how good that felt when
electricity shot through her and nearly made her bow off his lap.

It had come so quickly that she hadn't even had any time to realize what was
about to happen, but when fingers stopped caressing her back the second she
reacted, she definitely noticed the loss.

Carlisle raised his head at her reaction and smiled when he spotted the almost
shocked expression she wore, as her eyes met those of the man who had just
touched her and made her feel more with a simple brush of his fingers than she
was sure Jacob could ever have while actually making love to her.

"It's okay… it's just Edward…" Carlisle said to her, like that explained
in any way what she had just felt.

God, what the hell was that?

He had barely touched her, the tip of his fingers had only just grazed the
skin of her back, yet she had felt it as strongly as if he had been raking his
nails down the length of her back, trying to draw blood. It had been that
intense and she couldn't help but lament she had reacted at all and made him
stop so soon.

She had no idea why he had even touched her, why he had even just wanted to,
the way he stared at her uncertainly now making her question what could be
going on behind those mesmerizing deep green eyes once more, but she barely
resisted the urge she felt then to beg him to touch her again and help her
figure out what she had just sensed.

She wondered if he had felt it himself as well, if he had suddenly felt like
every one of his nerve endings was alive and burning and she bit her lip once
more, just to stop herself from asking the question and embarrassing herself
if he hadn't.

"Don't worry… he's more of a watcher… and he won't touch you again, if you
don't want him to…" she didn't know what Carlisle thought her reaction had
been, maybe fear, but she was sure he understood how wrong he had been when
she couldn't stop disappointment from marring her face when she heard him.

She wanted Edward to touch her again of course, needed him to do so in fact,
and she let herself believe he did to, when something flashed behind his eyes
when he seemed to register what his father had said.

Fortunately, Carlisle seemed to prove he really wasn't so oblivious to the
exchange when he amended his statement before Isabella could protest.

"Do you want him to touch you again?" he breathed in her ear and nearly smiled
when much to her dismay, Isabella found herself nodding jerkily almost right
away.

She was nearly tearing her lip apart with how hard she was actually biting on
it now and she only released it to let escape a soft whimper when she felt him
touching her again at last.

She closed her eyes reflectively and relished in the feeling and she wasn't
surprised to hear herself moan out loud when Carlisle resumed his
ministrations and she felt him lapping and sucking at her nipples again.

Her eyes opened again almost right away though, when fingers reached her hair
and she felt who could only be Edward, since Carlisle's hands were clearly
still palming and caressing her breasts, take the clip that held it in a messy
bun away, making it cascade down her back.

Edward combed his fingers through the long auburn tresses until he seemed
satisfied with the result and not surprisingly, Isabella felt herself being a
second away, once more, from begging him to speak to her.

She had yet to hear his voice and at that instant wished, probably more than
she had wished for anything in her life before, that he could use it to tell
her that he, too, like his brothers and father, find her beautiful, or
desirable or whatever else he could come up with that could give her a glimpse
of what he was really thinking of her.

She didn't know why it suddenly seemed so important to her that he approved of
her, in some way or another, but it did.

God, it really mattered, no matter how ridiculous Isabella was very aware it
was.

There was something about him, something inexplicable, or at least, Isabella
refused to try and explain it for now, but there was absolutely no denying how
attracted to him she could be, even if she still couldn't say if it was mutual
or not.

He was close now, having brought his chair near his father's so they both
touched.

So close in fact that she could see details that she had not been able to see
from afar earlier, like the gold specks she could distinguish now in his
emerald eyes, or that little mole he had upon his upper lip, or the small
dimple now visible on his chin, under the five o'clock shadow. Details that
unfortunately only made him even more appealing in her eyes.

His face was absolutely perfect, no matter how long she could look at him and
try to find any defect on it and after a while, Isabella understood why he
couldn't find her as alluring as she could find him herself. She was plain
compared to such perfection and he had probably seen, or worse, been with more
beautiful women than her.

A bite on one nipple made her momentarily forget her thoughts, like Carlisle
didn't appreciate being ignored and was, not so nicely, reminding her that he
was still there and she turned her head to him, only to find him looking up at
her with an expression that seemed to be saying, I know exactly what you were
thinking.

He didn't call her on it though and she savored the way he continued to lave
her breasts with his attention, while his hands drifted to her bottom now and
caressed the firm globes through the thin material covering it, yet she
couldn't help the hoarse wail that tore from her throat when she felt fingers
sneaking under and suddenly stroking her folds.

She would probably not have reacted in such a way, if she hadn't known, once
again, that there was no way Carlisle could be the one smearing her essence
around, since his two hands were still groping her flesh, and while Emmett and
Jasper had long since joined them again and she could feel them behind her,
there was no mistaking the spark she felt at the first contact of those
probing fingers, or what it meant.

She whimpered once more, when after only a few seconds spent teasing her slit,
Edward withdrew from her heat, but that was nothing compared to the sound that
escaped her lips when she saw him bring his digits to his mouth and suck on
them, while his eyes obstinately refused to leave hers.

"Do you like that?... do you like seeing him clean his fingers off your cunt
juices?" Carlisle purred in her ear, causing shivers to break over her skin,
and while she felt the effect his words had on her, probably like he did, too,
she was sure they weren't the ones mainly responsible for her reaction.

It was all Edward and the way he ran his tongue all over his fingers, like
missing any trace of her would be a sacrilege, just before he sucked them
hungrily into his fucking sexy mouth, yet that didn't stop her from humming a
yes in answer.

"He obviously likes it, too… look at him…" Carlisle said when he noted her
nod, but then couldn't help whispering for her only, sure of what what he was
going to say would do to her. "Bet he wants more… can you give him more,
sweetheart?"

Isabella released a strangled breath and nearly wept tears of joy at the
suggestion, almost instinctively sure that Edward would have probably done
nothing else without his father's benediction, and she wasn't even aware she
was doing it that she was already running her fingers down her stomach, only
stopping when she had passed the lace of her panties.

She nearly came as she watched Edward follow her journey and lick his lips in
what could only be anticipation, but she closed her eyes almost right away
when she eventually reached her destination and mentally wished herself to not
lose it completely just yet, or not before she could give Edward another taste
of herself at least, therefore forcing herself to not stay there longer than
what it took her to coat her own fingers in her essence.

Even if he couldn't have heard him, Edward seemed to understand his father
enough to know exactly what he had told her and Isabella ended up holding her
breath when his head leant closer, until their foreheads were nearly touching,
and he parted his mouth in waiting.

With trembling fingers, she painted his lips with her flavor but hissed when
he grabbed her wrist, in fear she would retract her hand too soon, and drew
her fingers into the moist cavern of his mouth.

Eyes half-closed in lust, she watched –and god, felt- as he scooped what she
offered with his tongue and she was sure that she had literally drenched
Carlisle's pants the second his son had touched her.

Lord, if he already made her feel like coming just by licking her fingers,
what would she feel if he dipped into her pussy with that talented tongue he
clearly had, or if he drove into her and fucked her until she couldn't see
straight, like she so wanted him to at that instant?

Unable to stop herself and suddenly needing to taste him as well, she moved
closer to Edward, her own tongue nearly curling over his around her fingers,
when he pushed the chair away with a force that would have probably made her
topple over if she had been the one sitting on it and put a safe distance
between them.

He looked freaked, like kissing her would have been the worst thing that he
could have done, and Isabella nearly cried at the pain she could clearly feel
tearing through her chest at the action.

His rejection, because that was how her heart and mind chose to see it as at
that instant, hurt, no matter the fact that she couldn't understand how a
perfect stranger could have that power over her, and she was sure that he
couldn't have wounded her more, had he physically and directly struck her
across the face.

Just like she hadn't understood earlier how he could nearly undo her with a
mere look, she couldn't comprehend how his actions could affect her so now
either, but she didn't have time to ponder that thought for too long -and
thank God for that or there was no saying what could have happened- Carlisle
not giving her the opportunity to do so.

"What about me?" he voiced softly and while it could clearly not be jealousy
she discerned in his tone, she had no doubt that a man like him probably
didn't appreciate more than that to see one of his sons grab almost all the
attention of the girl he was planning to fuck.

Miffed by Edward's negative reaction, she closed her eyes briefly, took a huge
breath and decided to ignore how her heart was feeling like it was fucking
shattering in her chest, and she was actually quite proud of herself when,
despite the circumstances, she managed to plaster a smile on her face before
she dipped her fingers between her legs again to grant Carlisle his request.

Repeating her previous action, she brought her fingers to his mouth and when
he mimicked his son and licked her, she groaned exaggeratedly, as if to tell
Edward that he hadn't done anything to her that any other guy couldn't make
her feel as well.

Carlisle wasn't fooled apparently though, and she could have sworn she could
hear him chuckle in answer, even with his mouth full.

She looked back at him defiantly, daring him to say something, but that was
apparently not his intention, since once more he didn't say a word on the
matter.

"So good… can I have another taste?" he started and Isabella was all too
ready to repeat the process when his next words stopped her on her tracks.
"From the source…"

She felt a snicker coming from behind her, where Emmett was obviously
standing, probably a reaction to her surprised expression, but she didn't
protest in the least when Carlisle cupped her behind and made her lift up so
he could bring her core directly to his mouth.

He spent a few minutes just teasing her over the lace, but when he eventually
pushed it to the side, she had no choice but to hang on to the back of his
chair so she wouldn't fall over.

His tongue felt just as good as Emmett's and Jasper's had felt earlier and
this time there was nothing fake to the groans of pleasure flying from her
lips.

She hoped with all her might that he wouldn't be cruel and leave her hanging
once more and she nearly sang his praises when she felt his fingers glide
through her folds only seconds after his lips had moved to nibble at her till
then neglected clit.

"Fuck…" she grunted before she could stop herself, yet the sound looked like
a soft insignificant whimper compared to the near animal growl that echoed
around the room, when she felt another set of fingers join Carlisle's.

They lingered at her core just long enough to gather moisture apparently, and
she could only moan when they moved higher and smeared what they had collected
over her back entrance.

Her head turned to the side and she was met with a grinning Jasper, leaving
her with no doubt about whose fingers were slowly, but surely, forcing her to
open up under their assault.

"You like that, Isabella?" he questioned, like he didn't know, and then smiled
devilishly at her when her eyes obviously couldn't stay open at the sensation.
"You do, don't you?... I bet you just love it here…"

His words were accompanied by a harder push into her depths and the way she
opened her mouth in a silent cry was all the answer he needed.

"Don't worry, sugar… I'll make sure to give that tight ass of yours a good
hard fucking before this is over…" he promised and this time Isabella
wouldn't have been able to keep quiet, even if she had been paid for it.

She loved anal sex, at least when it was done right, and while it was
definitely not Jacob's thing, there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that
Jasper Cullen was a man that could deliver, or that he would know exactly what
to do to make it feel really good.

His fingers pumping in and out of her were indication enough of that and
coupled with all the naughty things his father was doing to her at the same
time, she knew it wouldn't take her much longer to finally experience some of
the pleasure Carlisle had promised her, what felt like hours ago already now.


Of course she was convinced that a sure way to get there would be to have
Edward touching her again, but since he obviously wasn't going to do anything
for her now, she had to make do with what was offered.

Fingers pushing her hair away, she felt hot breath stirring along her skin and
shuddered when Emmett suddenly whispered in her ear, "Are you gonna come for
them?" The words made her skin tingle and her insides pulse around the
relentless invasion of fingers and she very nearly lost it when he continued
to murmur for her only, "Are you going to fucking come like the good little
slut I know you are?"

She couldn't reply, incoherent whimpers being the only thing apparently able
to make it past her lips at that moment, but they still all heard her groan
loudly when at the same time Emmett bit her shoulder, Carlisle did the same to
her clit.

"Come… now…" Emmett grunted loud enough for all to hear and like her sex
was directly under his command, she contracted around the fingers pleasuring
her and poured into Carlisle's eager mouth.

Lapping at her like a man starved, he cleaned her while she trembled above him
and mumbled a few shaken 'oh, god' and Isabella was almost happy when he
eventually stopped, not sure about how much she could take of the sweet
torture.

She was always quite sensitive after an orgasm, not that he could know that,
but she guessed she couldn't hold it against him, considering what he had just
made her feel.

"You taste fucking sweet…" Carlisle said to her when she found the strength
to look at him again, and she couldn't stop herself from watching, mesmerized,
as he licked his lips like he was still trying to savor her taste.

It made her want to taste herself on him as well, but when she moved to kiss
him and plunge her tongue into his hot mouth, two of his fingers stopped her
from doing so.

She was starting to get upset with the way they all had to prevent her from
getting even the smallest of kisses, wondering briefly if she had bad breath
or something, when Carlisle stopped her from going too far into her musings
and driving herself insane with questions.

"No kiss… that's the only thing we don't allow ourselves to do…" he
revealed to her and while it made her briefly ponder how kissing could be in
any way worse than anything else they were apparently just too willing to do,
her first real reaction was to snap her head back to look at Edward, as she
finally realized why he had reacted the way he had earlier.

Relief flooded her, even if she wasn't sure that that had been his only
reason, but she chose to leave it at that when he didn't give her any
indication as to if she were indeed right or not.

Carlisle called her attention to him once more anyway and new shivers coursed
down her spine when he whispered to her.

"Here…" he said and Isabella understood what he meant when his fingers
grazed her lips first, before pushing against them.

Her own scent was the first thing she recognized and as she flicked her
tongue around the tip of one finger, she knew he was offering her the hand
that had been between her legs just minutes ago.

With a soft moan she cleansed the digits off her essence and didn't stop
sucking on them until she heard Carlisle's husky order.

"Get on your knees now…" the words made her flood her panties once more and
she was quick to comply, wanting what she knew he planned to make her do now
probably about as much as he did himself.

Her tongue ran over her lips as she saw him unzip his pants and she nearly
shouted in triumph when she heard a sure moan coming from her right. Coming
from Edward, at last.

Maybe he wasn't as unaffected as he seemed to be and as she considered that
fact and approached the gorgeous, long, hard cock Carlisle had just revealed
to her eyes, she knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed to do.

Without wanting to sound pretentious, she had always been praised on her
'sucking qualities', a nice way to not downright tell her what a good
cocksucker she surely was, she guessed, but Carlisle was really in for a show
because at that instant, Isabella swore that she would put all her skills into
the task and offer him the performance of her life, even if he wouldn't be the
only one in her mind.

She was determined to make it so fucking good in fact, that Edward would be
wishing he could be the one in her hot little mouth. She planned to make him
so turned on, so freaking crazy with need and lust, that he would literally
snap and be next in line to take her.

She knew he wouldn't do it before his father, but she would do her very best
to make him want to fight his brothers off to be the first one to take a turn
at her after Daddy dearest was done.

Eyes defiantly locked on his, she approached her lips from Carlisle's member
and was all too happy to immediately see Edward's green orbs dilate at the
sight and she was almost sure she heard him grunt when they closed around the
turgid length that was presented to her.

She hummed in appreciation at the first taste, knowing very well what the
sound usually did to men, and then provocatively ran her tongue all over
Carlisle's cock, knowing that Edward would be following her every move.

She got into it quite hungrily in fact and she had no doubt, if the moans he
was emitting were any indication, that Carlisle had to appreciate what she was
doing, too, but she relished just as much in the noises coming from his sons,
the sure sign that they were quite liking the view as well.

"How is it, dad?" she heard Jasper ask his father and she smiled around
Carlisle's throbbing sex when he looked down at her and caressed her face with
a smile of his own.

His answer however, had her frowning slightly the next second.

"Almost perfect…" he admitted in a husky whisper, but tsked playfully when
upon hearing him, Isabella leant back almost far enough to make his shaft pop
out of her mouth. He didn't let her do so though, and she couldn't stop color
from raising to her cheeks when after having driven a few seconds in and out
of her mouth, Carlisle explained himself. "I have to say though… I'm getting
a little offended here, Isabella… here you are, sucking on my cock and you
can't stop looking at my son…"

The seconds the words were out, he raised an eyebrow in defiance and dared her
to say anything to the contrary and Isabella knew she had been caught.

In her will to make Edward go insane, she had not even stopped to ponder how
Carlisle would look at her actions, or if he would even notice for that
matter. He didn't really looked upset per say, but it was clear he was
reminding everyone around that he was still the boss here, the one she should
aim to please first and foremost and that, no matter what his youngest son
could clearly make her feel.

Not wanting to disappoint him further, she concentrated on him again, even if
she still hoped it would still have the same effect on Edward if she weren't
looking him directly in the eye while she sucked on his father's cock.

"That's more like it…" Carlisle mumbled as she fixed her eyes on him now and
she was quite proud of herself when only a few minutes of her suckling on him
made him groan and throw his head backwards.

His fingers gripped her head, as to encourage her to take him further and
further into her wet mouth, but he was being gentle with her and Isabella
could only appreciate the gesture.

Every once in a while she was tempted to look to her side and watch Edward
again while his father was otherwise distracted, but the risk of being caught
was just too great and she knew there probably would be hell to pay if
Carlisle noticed it.

Fortunately, the eldest of the Cullen sons brought her attention back to the
task at hand before she could sin again, when she felt his strong frame wrap
around her back.

"God… you look so fucking sexy, sucking on that cock…" he growled just
seconds before she felt him press against her from behind. He looked ready to
explode and she couldn't help but rub her burning core against the bulge she
definitely felt probing her over her shorts. "I can't wait to fuck you… you
hot slut…"

His dirty words caused her to moan around Carlisle's manhood and she knew he
felt it when his grip tightened in her hair.

"Fuck…" he all but roared out and Isabella nearly gagged on his juicy cock
when a jerk of his hips brought him to her throat.

She had been surprised by the unexpected move, but she quickly controlled her
gag reflex, much to Carlisle's pleasure.

"Dirty bitch… you love that, don't you?" Emmett sneered in her ear as he
watched her devour the tool in front of her while her little hand jerk it off,
and as if to make her pay for being such a cock-loving little slut, he slapped
her ass once and then snaked his fingers under the elastic band of her shorts,
another groan escaping his lips when he felt how wet she was. "Of course you
do… you're fucking drenched…"

His statement seemed to grab Carlisle's attention and he offered her a crooked
but knowing smile, the second he managed to push her hungry mouth away.

"Is that true, honey… are you all wet already again?" he breathed out softly
but huskily and couldn't stop his eyes from glazing over when Isabella nodded
almost too enthusiastically at his question. "Does Emmett need to get you
prepared for me? Or are you all ready for me to take you?"

Clearly, the question would have definitely done the trick if she hadn't been
all set to go, but before Isabella could confirm what she already knew he
suspected, Emmett did it for her.

"What do you think?" he asked and Isabella turned around just long enough to
see him show his dripping fingers to his father before they disappeared
between his lips.

"Come here, little girl…" Carlisle coaxed her to him and grabbed her arms
gently when she was apparently not fast enough to react. "You're going to get
fucked now!"