“I’ll make it worth your wait, birthday boy.”
“I’d wait a lifetime for you.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it before moving it onto his hard cock for a quick squeeze. “I don’t think I’ll make it through the night. Maybe I’ll get you in my old bedroom and pound your soaking wet cunt after I watch you suck my cock.”
“Sounds so good, Edward. I want you to fuck me hard.” I’m panting like a bitch in heat, like we didn’t have sex at least twice a day since we’ve been together.
“Damn it.” He pulls off to the side of the road and unleashes his cock from his pants, shucking them down to his knees. I think he wants me to blow him, but instead, he lifts me over the console and has me straddle him. With the head of his cock, he nudges my panties aside and then impales me on his shaft. “Ride my cock, Princess.”
I spear my fingers into his hair, tugging his head back and slam my lips to his. Growling, he works my hips up and down, pumping until we’re both coming. “Happy Birthday, my prince.”
“Thank you.” His mouth claims mine again before we part.
“Shit. I think we made a mess.” Luckily, he’d pulled his pants down to his knees.
“I love having your cunt juices all over me, and I sure as fuck love knowing that any fucker sniffing around you will smell my come all over you.” I’m covered in his release. Luckily he didn’t shred my underwear, or it would slide down my thighs. Once we adjust ourselves, he turns back onto the main road and we head into his parents’ gated mansion.
We enter the party that’s already in full swing even though Edward is the guest of honor, but I’m guessing that’s how rich people do things. He takes my hand and leads me inside to this large foyer with matching grand staircases.
“Holy,” I mutter under my breath.
“I know it’s way cooler than my place, but I didn’t have a reason to buy a big home until I met you. Come on. Let’s get this thing over with. I’m sure everyone’s gathered in the back.” He’s excited as he walks me out to the yard where at least fifty people are gathered, mostly women.
The first to approach us is a tall, elegant woman who might be his mother, but it’s hard to tell with all the plastic surgery and Botox she’s had. “Mother, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Ella.”
“Girlfriend? It’s a pleasure,” she says, throwing her bought-and-paid-for lips into an even faker smile. She hates me. Great. I’m feeling more and more out of place than I did when we got into the car.
“Hello, Mrs. Prince. Thank you for having me.”
“Well, aren’t you adorable. Edward, why don’t you go find your father, and I’ll borrow your sweet girl for a minute.” Edward looks at me, waiting for my approval to leave. He doesn’t look comfortable leaving me with his mother. I wave him off because I need to win her over and she’s already staring at me like she has undisguised hate for me.
“Okay, Princess. I’ll be in the back.” He kisses my cheek and goes.
“So sweet—you’ve already trained him with your pussy.”
“Wow. I’m sorry. Did I do something?”
“Yes. You don’t belong here. You’re not even worthy of being one of the servers here tonight. My son may waste his money dressing you up, but you’re nothing more than a piece of trailer trash. My son should have left you at the hospital where you belonged. It’s so disgusting. You don’t deserve such a distinguished young man with the world ahead of him. He needs a trophy wife, not a runner up at the state fair. Please be wise and leave him before you ruin his life.”
I’m practically choking with rage and embarrassment. Before I can say something, my worst nightmare appears. “Why, Ella, what brings you here? Did you find a job at the catering company?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Vivian and I are close friends,” Edward’s shrewish mother says.
“Speaking of, I just saw Edward with Ana. They are ready to make an announcement soon, if you know what I mean. I did see him at Tiffany’s last week.”
“You know it’s been a long time coming.” I peek to see Ana clinging to Edward’s arm. I can’t take any more. He lied to me, used me. I wonder if he knew from the moment I stepped into the hospital, or maybe she called him to warn him I was coming. Running from the house, I kick off my shoes and make my way out onto the main road. I have nowhere to go, no money. The only thing I can do is sneak back home and get my stuff.