Page 35 of Midnight Whispers

“Princesses get rewarded, Cinder. Let me show you how.” I push her legs further apart and move the fabric of her dress out of the way.

Seeing the expensive lingerie—a pale blue lace thong—wrapped around her pussy, knowing I provided it, makes me want to beat my chest like a fucking caveman. I rip the lace to shreds, discarding it behind me. Maybe I’ll beat off with it around my cock later when I relive this moment.

Cinder looks at me with wide eyes, but there’s no fear in them, so I drop to my knees and yank her hips toward me so that her pussy is front and center. Leaning in, I inhale deeply and kiss her inner thigh, groaning into her flesh at her sweet scent.

How the hell did I manage to resist for this long?

The first swipe of my tongue is like a hit of heroin—I’ll be a slave to this addiction for life, always chasing the dragon.

I suck on her clit, and her hand slides through my hair. She tries to close her legs around my head, but I keep them pressed open with my hands.

She moans and grips my hair to the point of pain when I flick her clit several times then suck. Desperate to taste more of her, I move my attention to her entrance, fucking her with my tongue the way I want to with my cock. My balls are heavy and aching, but I ignore the desire to tug on myself. This is about Cinder and her pleasure.

Her musky sweet scent fills my mouth as she moves her hips.

That’s right, princess, use me. Get your fill.

I move back up to her clit, bringing her close to coming before pulling her back from the edge. Her chest heaves as she tries to drag air into her lungs. Ready to bring her home, I push two fingers into her and curl them, moving them back and forth, then suck on her clit.

She explodes with a cry, gyrating her hips, and I use my free hand to keep her pressed to the table as she rides out her orgasm. She’s panting on the table, dress hiked up with her legs splayed open as I lap up every last bit of her release. When I’m satisfied, I stand. She watches as I bring the two fingers that were inside her to my lips and suck on them.

Cinder licks her lips. She looks sated and as if she could fall asleep any minute. I reach down for her discarded panties and shove them in my pocket. Then I bend over the table and pick her up in my arms.

“C’mon. You’ve had a long day. Let’s get you to bed.”

She says nothing but leans her cheek into my chest as I walk through the manor to her bedroom. Once we’re inside, I lay her on the bed and look down at her.

I’m about to help her dress for bed, but she gives me a sleepy smile, rolls onto her side, and drifts off to sleep. I don’t have the heart to wake her, even if she’s still wearing her dress.

After I turn off all the lights in the room, I sit in a chair in the corner and watch her sleep for longer than I’d admit to anyone.

Tonight has only increased my obsession with Cinder, not satiated it.

Chapter

Sixteen

CINDER

Two weeks have passed since my birthday and Nero has been keeping his distance from me once again—not eating with me, just saying a quick hello when he pokes his head in my room before I turn in for the night.

Was my birthday another regret of things he’s done with me? I, for one, do not regret it. It was the single most thrilling and exciting moment of my life. I’d never had a man go down on me before, and I honestly didn’t know that anything sexual could be that good.

If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think it was a fever dream. But no, he’s stoked something in me that continues to burn, even weeks later. Now we’re back to Nero not touching me, barely talking to me, and I’m living in his house.

Since I worked late last night at Black Magic Bar, I get up late on Sunday morning. I’m getting used to this sleeping in thing now that I don’t have to do a bunch of chores. I check the time and realize I only have an hour and a half before I have to be ready.

Anabelle tracked me down a few days ago and asked me if I wanted to spend today with her and Rapsody. It’s probably silly, but I’ve never had any girlfriends before, at least outside of the places I work, and I’m a little nervous to spend a day with them. What if they don’t like me once they get to really know me?

I put that worry aside and get out of bed, heading straight to the shower.

An hour and a half later, right on schedule, there’s a knock on my door. Anabelle and Rapsody stand there, dressed casually.

“Hey. I wasn’t sure what to wear. Is this okay?” I look down at my jeans and snug T-shirt.

“Perfect for what we’re going to do,” Anabelle says. “We’re going bowling.”

“Have you ever bowled before?” Rapsody asks. “I’m a first-timer.”

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