Chapter One
“…and without a word of good-bye, she slipped from the
prince’s arms and ran down the steps. As she ran, she lost one of her
slippers…”—Cinderella
“Son of a bitch! Where is it?”—Rowyn Jeong
“No, open your eyes.” A big hand smoothed her damp, tangled
hair from her face. The backs of his long fingers grazed her cheek. “I want you
to see.”
Her breath shuddered from between her parted lips, and after
the slightest hesitation she complied with his soft command. She lifted her lashes
and the erotic tableau that met her eyes stole the air from her lungs. Oh
God.
The deep shadows reflected in the bureau mirror couldn’t
hide the long arch of a masculine back, the curve of a taut buttock or the
muscled length of thigh. So much sexuality contained under golden skin. The
perfect male animal.
Her pussy clenched.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Squeeze me
tight.”
His ass rose and the drag of his cock pulsed through her
swollen sex as his thick, gleaming shaft withdrew from her body. Restrained
underneath him by his chest and hands, she could do nothing but gasp and
receive the pleasure he seemed intent on giving over and over. It wasn’t the
first or even the second time she’d been pinned and penetrated this night. But
as the incredible length of his dick tunneled through her pussy once more, it
may as well have been the first. Her flesh resisted, parted, gripped. Every
inch, every ridge seemed to imprint a fiery brand on her sex.
He groaned and in a fraction of a second, he tightened his
fingers on her wrists. With him stretched over her, his chest pressing into her
spine, the shiver that coursed through his big body vibrated over her skin like
an electrical charge.
Once more he slid free. She shuddered.
“Do you have any idea how much my cock wants your pussy?” he
whispered. He straightened and hooked an arm under her hips, pulled her ass up
and back. He followed the line of her spine, sliding a palm over the ball of
her shoulder and then down again. “There, baby. Watch it. Watch my dick take
you.” The pale column of flesh speared from a thatch of brown hair and arrowed
straight between her trembling thighs. His cock disappeared from sight as it
surged deep in her sex. Her stomach muscles quivered and she sank her teeth
into her bottom lip at the erotic image. It seemed naughty, forbidden, to watch
herself getting fucked. But damn—another groan ripped free from his throat as
he fisted his cock near the flared base—she couldn’t turn away from the
mirror’s reflection. “Your pussy’s so fucking drenched. Like hot cream. Like
you’re melting around my dick…”
The dual stimulation of his sexy words and witnessing her
own fucking pushed her so close to orgasm she shook under the whip of lust.
Tiny flicks of pleasure lashed her clit and her pussy rippled around his thick
cock. She wanted to come .
As if sensing her heightened need, he surged forward. He
buried his length inside her, his thighs pressed tight to her legs and the
lower curves of her ass. Pleasure tore a cry from her throat and she bucked
helplessly against the hard thrust.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Fuck my cock, pretty girl.” He
fell forward, palms flat against the dark mahogany headboard. It didn’t seem
possible he had more cock to give her, but God , when he pushed deeper
into her pussy, he nudged a place high in her sex that’d never been touched by
human or mechanical means. He grunted and his hips pressed forward, grinding
against her ass. He slid one hand between her thighs and plucked her clit.
She screamed.
Her response seemed to snap the binding that tethered his
control. With a low animalistic growl, he fucked her like a stallion covering
his mare. He rode her hard, slamming into her with thrust after thrust. She
cried out with each stroke, urging him on, begging for more. God. More.
The orgasm pummeled her like a battering ram. No slow
buildup, no
“…and without a word of good-bye, she slipped from the
prince’s arms and ran down the steps. As she ran, she lost one of her
slippers…”—Cinderella
“Son of a bitch! Where is it?”—Rowyn Jeong
“No, open your eyes.” A big hand smoothed her damp, tangled
hair from her face. The backs of his long fingers grazed her cheek. “I want you
to see.”
Her breath shuddered from between her parted lips, and after
the slightest hesitation she complied with his soft command. She lifted her lashes
and the erotic tableau that met her eyes stole the air from her lungs. Oh
God.
The deep shadows reflected in the bureau mirror couldn’t
hide the long arch of a masculine back, the curve of a taut buttock or the
muscled length of thigh. So much sexuality contained under golden skin. The
perfect male animal.
Her pussy clenched.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Squeeze me
tight.”
His ass rose and the drag of his cock pulsed through her
swollen sex as his thick, gleaming shaft withdrew from her body. Restrained
underneath him by his chest and hands, she could do nothing but gasp and
receive the pleasure he seemed intent on giving over and over. It wasn’t the
first or even the second time she’d been pinned and penetrated this night. But
as the incredible length of his dick tunneled through her pussy once more, it
may as well have been the first. Her flesh resisted, parted, gripped. Every
inch, every ridge seemed to imprint a fiery brand on her sex.
He groaned and in a fraction of a second, he tightened his
fingers on her wrists. With him stretched over her, his chest pressing into her
spine, the shiver that coursed through his big body vibrated over her skin like
an electrical charge.
Once more he slid free. She shuddered.
“Do you have any idea how much my cock wants your pussy?” he
whispered. He straightened and hooked an arm under her hips, pulled her ass up
and back. He followed the line of her spine, sliding a palm over the ball of
her shoulder and then down again. “There, baby. Watch it. Watch my dick take
you.” The pale column of flesh speared from a thatch of brown hair and arrowed
straight between her trembling thighs. His cock disappeared from sight as it
surged deep in her sex. Her stomach muscles quivered and she sank her teeth
into her bottom lip at the erotic image. It seemed naughty, forbidden, to watch
herself getting fucked. But damn—another groan ripped free from his throat as
he fisted his cock near the flared base—she couldn’t turn away from the
mirror’s reflection. “Your pussy’s so fucking drenched. Like hot cream. Like
you’re melting around my dick…”
The dual stimulation of his sexy words and witnessing her
own fucking pushed her so close to orgasm she shook under the whip of lust.
Tiny flicks of pleasure lashed her clit and her pussy rippled around his thick
cock. She wanted to come .
As if sensing her heightened need, he surged forward. He
buried his length inside her, his thighs pressed tight to her legs and the
lower curves of her ass. Pleasure tore a cry from her throat and she bucked
helplessly against the hard thrust.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Fuck my cock, pretty girl.” He
fell forward, palms flat against the dark mahogany headboard. It didn’t seem
possible he had more cock to give her, but God , when he pushed deeper
into her pussy, he nudged a place high in her sex that’d never been touched by
human or mechanical means. He grunted and his hips pressed forward, grinding
against her ass. He slid one hand between her thighs and plucked her clit.
She screamed.
Her response seemed to snap the binding that tethered his
control. With a low animalistic growl, he fucked her like a stallion covering
his mare. He rode her hard, slamming into her with thrust after thrust. She
cried out with each stroke, urging him on, begging for more. God. More.
The orgasm pummeled her like a battering ram. No slow
buildup, no
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