The Glass Slipper (Cinderella 3)

“You bought your non-boyfriend a present.”

“My boyfriend in denial,” she corrects.

“I thought you were mad at me for walking out on our deal.” I arch a brow at her. “Did you forget?”

“I’m always mad at you, Win. What else is new? Doesn’t mean I don’t lov—”

I cover her mouth with my hand, letting the rest of that sentence get muffled. “You hit your head too hard, Cinderelliott. It’s making you more desperate than usual.”

Pulling my hand away, I kiss her pretty mouth again. This time, the kiss turns dirty quickly and I find myself nipping a trail over her cheek and jaw to get to her throat. Her breasts heave with each staggering breath she takes.

“This cleavage was cruel,” I complain, pulling down her dress so I can marvel at her tits that have been damn near on display all day. “I had to leave so I didn’t fuck you over Deborah’s desk.”

“To go to lunch with Layla.”

I bite on her juicy tit that’s about to fall out of her bra. “Mmhmm.”

“It just made you miss me more, though, right?”

Ignoring her, I pull the cups of her bra down to free her gorgeous tits. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, loving the mewl that escapes her. I take turns sucking on each nipple until they’re both rock-hard peaks. Once I’m satisfied with how red and wet they are, I suck on the skin of her breasts, my sole purpose marking them with purple bruises for her to remember me by later.

“Make love to me,” she murmurs, her eyes heavy-lidded and mouth parted. “Please.”

“And the tradeoff?” I ask as I sit up to yank off my suit jacket.

“You already saved me. It’s my turn to thank you.”

I don’t argue with that logic, ripping off my clothes in record speed. Once I’ve snatched away her dress and undergarments, I kiss my way down to her pussy. Her aroused scent makes my mouth water to taste her. It seems like eons since I’ve had my tongue on her here when in actuality, it’s only been a few days.

“Spread your legs and let me see how wet you are,” I command. “Playing the damsel in distress turns you on.”

My filthy girl parts her thighs, revealing all her slick sweetness to me. I grin as I dive in, eager to have her on my lips and tongue.

“Win,” she cries out as my tongue slides up her slit. “Oh, God!”

I suck on one of her pussy lips before wiggling my tongue between them seeking out her tight bud of pleasure. She jolts at the touch, a keening sound rasping from her.

Fuck, she tastes so damn good.

Like sweet cherry Starburst and mine.

Definitely tastes like mine.

I nip at her clit which throws her over the edge, screaming my name like she’s mad at me. But the way her body vibrates, I’d say she’s a fan of my efforts. Before she’s even done coming down from her high, I’m teasing my dick along her slippery cunt and pushing into her with a hard, claiming thrust.

Capturing her throat with a gentle grip, I squeeze just enough to garner her attention. Her hazel eyes lock on mine as I fuck her into oblivion. As much as we’ve had sex, I quite like staring at her while I drive my dick into her needy body. It’s all-consuming—a shock of fire blazing through my entire system, burning away everything but her.

My lips find hers again, watering to taste her sexy mouth. She moans out her praises as I ravish her tongue and lips. The wet, juicy sounds as I thrust in and out of her are a testament to how good I make her feel. I love having this power over her.

Her fingernails rake through my hair, messing it up. A heel presses into my ass, and I wonder if I’ll be bruised from it. I grind my hips against her, trying to fuck my way as deep inside her as I can possibly get. I want to fill her with so much goddamn come it leaks out of her for days.

That’s a good way to get her pregnant.

Again with those dangerous thoughts.

She does this to me. It’s easy to forget who I am when I’m balls-deep inside this girl and pretending to be her hero. I can imagine a world where she carries my children and holds my heart. With those stupid thoughts dancing in my mind, I come with a growl. Her pussy clenches in time with each throb of my release.

I don’t immediately pull out of her. I’m drunk on her scent and taste and touch, burying my face against the side of her head so I can inhale her. My dick has softened and I can feel my come running out of her. Regretfully, I slide out of her to lie next to her, but that’s only because I want to push the come back into her tight body. She wears an amused grin that I ignore.