Like everything he did, it was completely fluid. Straight, uncut and fit perfectly in Carlisle's fist. However much it annoyed him sometimes, he enjoyed Jacob's company when Bella was gone. Edward moaned low in his throat. He scratched a patch of unshaved stubble on his jaw. He and his crew turned around, hissing "bitch" and "science-cunt" under their breath.
You don't know what you're talking about!
My stomach pitched against my bladder again. He spit on his hand and rubbed it up and down the length of the shaft. I won't tell so long as you don't get wasted," Jacob had said. It's seriously cutting into my free time having to come out here and keep an eye on you. At the moment they were at his sides, and he was afraid he would lose control.