The end of fantasy

The end of fantasy
Three slaps sounded loudly as his hand touched my wet skin. I stifled a scream into my arm as I squirmed against the edge of the tub.
"I don't break promises, honey. If you get rude with me, I'll tan your ass until it's twice as big and you can't sit down when I take you out to dinner."
"I'd like to see you try," I said, smiling until she slapped me some more.
You've got a big mouth, haven't you? Well, princess, you know what they say about idle mouths, don't you? Open up, baby.
He pulled me to my knees, my buttocks submerged in the water, while he straddled the tub in front of me, his shorts off and his cock bursting.
I licked my lips and looked up at him.
"I said open up."
I did as he asked, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
Yes, that's it, sweetheart. See, you can behave very well when you have a cock in you, can't you?
I nodded my head, trying to swallow as drool pooled on my tongue. His thumb slid over my lip before he slipped two fingers into my mouth. My stomach churned as he pressed them against my tongue. When I coughed, he smiled. I love it when you get desperate, Amelia. Do you want my cock now?
He nodded again and smiled, running his hand over the head of his cock before positioning himself so he could drag it against my lips.
'Put your pussy against one of those squirts. I want to feel you struggle as you suck me off.'
I spread my knees slightly apart and shifted until one of the squirts hit me right in the exact spot. Fuck. I'd always liked showering for a while, but doing it while Edward twisted my hair and drilled my mouth with his cock was something else.
The first orgasm took hold of me as I let him slide his cock into my mouth. My cheeks burned as he laughed, holding my gaze as the tremors shook me. "Already, baby? Fuck, I love how horny you get."
I hadn't always cum at the drop of a hat with a partner, but with Edward it was all I could do not to orgasm at the first touch. The way he was in bed always had me on the verge of arousal.
When my body calmed down, he used his fist in my hair to guide my mouth to his cock. How do you want it, are you in the mood to worship my cock or to be fucked by it?
"Fucked," I said without hesitation. I loved it when we slowed down and sex became more like making love, but I couldn't get enough when he took control and used me to satisfy himself.
You got it, princess.
My fingers dug into his thighs as he filled my mouth, alternating between filling me to bursting with cock and fucking my mouth with long strokes. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the tight pull of his fingers in my hair and how he grunted and moaned as my lips and tongue hit him in just the right spot.
Your mouth is my fucking happy place, Amelia," he moaned, bucking his hips as his strokes became more erratic. My moans ran all over his cock as I watched him with my lips spread wide around his cock. "Look at you, you're a fucking delight."
His eyes closed as he bit my mouth, driving deeper into my throat and making me cough up big strands of saliva. You're a very good girl, aren't you? Always willing to please."
He pulled me out of his mouth, climbed into the tub behind me and penetrated me in one breathtaking stroke.
"Fuck, Edward!
He growled in my ear as he kissed and bit my neck, my nipples grazing the edge of the tub with each caress. His hand groped between my legs, bending me over so that the jet hit right against my clit as I screamed.
"You are... a... fucking... dream," he gasped against my ear as his onslaught accelerated, triggering the sensations inside me. Between the painful thrusts of his cock and the relentless spurting on my clit, I quickly fell back toward the edge.
His hands slid down to my hips as he grinded me against his cock, his agitated cry echoing in the evening air. It was all it took for me to fall into a bodily orgasm, crushed between him, the spurt and the wall as I joined him in ecstasy.
We stayed there, locked together and taking in the gush of bubbles until we caught our breath, and finally sat back down in the water, me in his lap, his arms tight around my waist and him still lost inside me.
"Marry me, Amelia?" His voice was a whisper against my ear, and I closed my eyes as an ache gripped my heart.
You know I can't.
But you want to, don't you?
'I... I can't go down that road. I can't afford it. All it will bring me is a broken heart.
'They'll break my heart either way,' she said, her fingers brushing my hips. If we get married, they won't have a choice."
And he was right. I wanted to be with him. Maybe not get married. It was too soon for that, but I wanted to see what could come of all this. But I had no choice. Mery would be next.
One bullet and I'd be a widow. Either that or I'd hurt Mery and I couldn't leave her there'.
'We can take her with us, find a new life together.'
I turned my head to look him in the eye and ran a hand along his jaw. 'We can't run away forever. William will never let her go. You can find someone else. Have a family. You can be happy."
"I don't want anyone else." He kissed me softly before resting his forehead on mine and closing his eyes. I want you. I want to be the man you come home to, who takes care of you and listens to you talk about your day. I want to be the man who kisses your tears away and makes you laugh. I want it all, Amelia .