Page 12 of The Billionaire's Cinderella

“I think we should too.”

He reaches between us, grabs his dick and runs it through the slick cleft between my legs. I appreciate his kind effort, but it’s completely unnecessary. The only way I could be any wetter is if we took this party to the shower. Or so I thought. But then he inches inside me, bit by bit, forcing me to reevaluate, because I had no real appreciation for how big he is.

But I do now.

Someone’s breath catches. Someone’s breath hitches. I don’t know or care. By the time he’s all the way inside me, all I know is that this exquisite friction is going to give me the best sex of my entire life. Hell, it’s already been the best sex, and he hasn’t moved a muscle yet. All I know is that I’m an incredibly lucky woman.

“I’m a lucky fucking guy,” he says with a shaky laugh as he rests on his elbows and laces both hands with mine on either side of my head. I arch involuntarily beneath him, going where my body leads and running one of my legs up the length of his. “But I was right. This is a mistake. Big one.”

“Poor you,” I say, wrapping both legs around his waist now. “Should we stop?”

“Not a chance.” He begins to move his hips in lazy swivels that create bursts of electric sensation against my sweet spot. My gasps grow steadily louder and more urgent, the prelude to what will surely be a shout of ecstasy. Possibly a scream. He’s right there in my face. Focused. Intent. Relentless. “This right here? Best mistake of my life.”

Mine too, I decide as my heavy eyelids close and the pleasure overtakes me.

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