Page 5 of Cinderella (Once Upon a Happy Ever After 1)

I wouldn’t have her in the coat closet, not fully. But I would have a taste. And I would have all of her before I left this city.

“Turn around, Ella,” I commanded.

“Yes, sir.” She turned to face the wall without question.

“Now bend over for me. That’s it, just like that.”

She bent over so far she rested her hands on the stack of extra chairs in front of her.

I tugged her skirt up over her fucking perfect ass. “Spread your legs for me. There you go,” I grumbled as my cock grew harder. Her panties were so drenched I could see the outline of her pussy lips.

In all honesty, in made me a little lightheaded. God, she was perfect. I tugged the panties away. “Fuck,” I whispered.

I’d have to take my time. She was special. She was a unicorn, a goddess, and I would savor every moment with her.

Like before I slid a single finger down her outer lips, just barely touching the soft, smooth skin. She shivered at my touch, back arching as a tiny moan escaped her. “Not a peep, darling, not one little peep,” I whispered

Chapter Five

Ella

Oh, god!

The feeling of his thick, rough finger sliding down my wet lips was electric. I wanted to moan, wanted to gasp or cry out at the sensations he dragged from my body. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

And that made it so much sweeter.

“What a good little sub you are,” he said into my ear, raising prickles of goosebumps down my arms. He reached around, untucked my shirt, scooped my breast out of my bra. “And your fucking tits are magnificent,” he growled low in my ear making me shiver from toes to tips.

I bit my lip as he twanged my nipple just this side of too hard, sending jolts of hot electric desire down my spine and right into my already drenched pussy.

I have never wanted anyone so much or so badly in my whole life. I didn’t care that we were kind of in public. I didn’t care that if anyone found out I’d probably lose my job. I didn’t care that I didn’t know him. I had to have him, that’s what I knew and that’s what I cared about.

No one had ever made me so hot, so wet, so damn fast.

He slid a finger between my outer lips, slowly stroking the silky, wet folds beneath. He grazed across my clit, just for a moment, and then he went back to teasing, long strokes.

I swiveled and rocked my hips against him, trying to get more. I wanted to come so badly, and he was teasing me so, so much.

“Uh-uh. No moving little sub. Stay still, be quiet. Let me enjoy this sweet little pussy exactly how I want.”

I didn’t think I could stay still AND be quiet. I gritted my teeth, planted my feet and didn’t move.

“That’s it, you really are the perfect little sub, aren’t you? You won’t need hardly any training at all.” He nipped my ear as he said the words and pressed his enormous cock against my thigh as he unzipped his pants. “Turn around,” he said gruffly, pulling at my hips.

I did and was met with the largest, most impressive cock I’d ever seen in my life. Not that I’d seen many. My mouth actually watered at the sight of it, so much that I had to swallow.

He noticed too, a crooked smile spreading across his face as he watched my throat contract. “You like?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “I like it very much.”

He smiled again, and lifted me by the waist, setting me on the stack of chairs. “There, we go, that puts you just at the right height.” He picked my legs up, crooked them at the knee and rested them on either side of the chair, splaying me out for his perusal. “For fuck’s sake, Ella. You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I looked down, embarrassed by his scrutiny.

He got down on his knees and teased me with a fingertip, sliding it down my lips. Then, without warning he and planted his face right in me, licking, sucking, swirling. Doing all the perfect, amazing things that made me want to squirm and squeal and climb the damn walls. Everything he did was exactly right. Until he found something else, and then that was exactly right. He lapped at my lips and clit until I was about to come, then he slid a thick finger inside me.

“Oh my fucking god,” I whispered as he fingered me from the inside, dragging the pad of his finger across my g-spot. I wiggled on the chair as the pressure and tension built between my legs. I spread my legs wider, tugging at my outer lips so he could get in there even better. I ground my pelvis against his face, knowing I was breaking the rules and not caring one little bit about the punishment. He pressed his free hand against the top of my pussy, keeping me still, and sucked on my clit as he shoved another finger in me.

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