Collaring Cinderella

I lowered myself between her legs and my little princess’ fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling hard.

“Please, Rafe,” she begged.

“Please what?” I asked roughly, and she gave me a pleading little look that only served to make me harder. “Tell me to have a taste. Tell me you’ve been saving it for me, princess.”

“Have a taste,” she begged. “Please Rafe, one taste… Just one lick, I want to feel it…”

I buried my face between her thighs, groaning at the overwhelming sweetness of her cunt. She tasted fucking divine, almost too much for my mouth. I sucked at her, unable to make myself lick because I wanted to fucking imprint the way her snatch tasted on my tongue. I sucked her clit in my mouth and she bucked her hips, letting out a cry, desperately pushing her pussy into my mouth.

“Rafe!” she cried out. “Please, oh my God, please. Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

I kept sucking her, my teeth grazing her swollen little clit and dragging out her pleasure until she was acting like a little whore, desperately begging me to do more, to bring her to a release she didn’t even understand yet. I fucking licked her, long licks from her tight little asshole all the way to her clit, tasting, filling my mouth with her syrup and making it run down my chin. She was drenched, her tight little pussy soaking my stubble and running down my face. I couldn’t stop, though. I couldn’t fucking stop myself, like I was a man possessed, intent on having that pussy all over me, intent on making her come so good she’d never forget it.

“Oh God,” she mewled. “It’s too much, Rafe, it’s too much! I’m going to…”

Her fingers pulled on my hair and she gasped and gasped and gasped as I went to town on her little snatch. Fucking untouched. No man’s land, until I claimed it for myself. I was going to fucking devour her, whether she let me or not.

I knew she was close, her bucking hips telling me it was a matter of seconds before she came apart in my arms. And I kept going because there was no way I could stop anymore. I felt my cock growing so painfully hard in my pants, I thought I was going to fucking explode, and just as it almost got to be too much, she cried out her release.

I sucked that little clit while she shuddered, mewled and begged, the words coming out of her mouth barely words at all, just little moans and screams and pleases.

And that’s when I heard the front door opening.

I moved away from her and Ella protested with a small moan. I pulled her panties and pants over her thoroughly tongue-fucked pussy and pulled her off the counter. She stumbled, and I made her lean on me, her body shivering as her stepmother walked into the room.

“Ella!” she said with surprise, her eyes going to me. “Mr. Goldwyn…”

“Hello, Martha,” I said simply. “Sorry to disturb. I came to make sure Ella got my invitation to the ball.”

“Invitation…” her face paled and she deliberately ignored what I’d said, instead focusing on the mess on the floor. “Ella! Did you break one of the mugs?”

“That was me,” I said. “I’ll make sure someone comes to clean it.”

“Nonsense,” Martha waved a hand. “Ella will do it.”

“No,” I insisted. “I’ll send someone over. I’ll tell them to clean the second bedroom out too. I hear it’s a little… overrun with clothes.”

She paled further at my words and Ella trembled in my arms. I made sure she was okay to stand, pinching that tight little ass and making her gasp before I moved away from her.

“I’ll be going now,” I said simply. “I’ll see you at the ball.”

I felt their stares on my retreating back, and I turned back, licking my lips.

“Thanks for dessert, Ella,” I winked at her, and closed the front door behind me.I T WAS THE DAY OF the ball, and I felt the butterflies going strong in my stomach, their wings beating against me and making me panic.

I hadn’t settled on a dress, had no idea how I was going to get there, and I had no invite… But I was determined. I would go to that dance, and after the clock struck midnight, I would rush to the bus stop for my late-night ride to a different city, where I would start a new life. The money Edna had given me, and my own savings would be enough to tide me over for a few weeks, and I would find a job as soon as possible and start making more.

My thoughts were filled with the magical Christmas ball as I scrubbed the fireplace down, soot settling everywhere on my skin. I was a mess, and I didn’t even want to think about getting the ashes off my body when I started to get ready for the dance. But there was one more obstacle I had barely thought about… and now she was standing right before me, impatiently tapping the heel of her shoe against the hardwood. I winced and looked up.