Page 132 of Faking Cinderella


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I’m just gone.

My dick’s still straining to be inside her, her hips still rocking against me and pushing me to the point of the good kind of pain, but she’s smiling at me, her eyes dark and her lids half-lowered, mouth parted as she pants heavily too, and I don’t need anything else.

Just for her to smile at me like that.

To make me feel valued.

Cherished.

Worthy.

Wanted.

She makes me feel wanted.

She takes the box from me, rips it open, and sends condoms flying everywhere.

I snag a strip off the passenger seat.

She takes it and tears the end condom open.

I shove her dress up, eye the skimpy pink panties covering her pussy, grab them by one of the strings over her hip, and rip the fucking thing apart.

“Why is that such a turn-on?” she says on a gasp while she rolls the condom down my length.

I rip the other side too, dipping my finger under the fabric as it falls away, through her curls and into the wet, slick heat between her thighs.

And she is turned on.

She’s wet.

Sowet.

“Oh, god,” she pants as I slide a finger inside her.

“Kiss me while I fuck you,” I growl.

She dives into another kiss, riding my hand while I fuck her with my fingers, my dick demanding to know when he gets a turn.

She gasps and whimpers, her tongue tangling with mine, her hips bucking erratically in my palm, all of her arousal coating my fingers and dripping lower.

I’m so turned on, my brain is cramping.

“So—good—harder,” she gasps against my mouth.

I flick my thumb over the hard little nub of her clit, and her inner muscles clench around my fingers, squeezing them with a pulsing heat that once again tests the limits of how long I can go without blowing my load.

“Yes,yes,” she pants.

She throws her head back, grinding down in my hand, and I lean up to lick her neck.

She shudders, goosebumps rising beneath my tongue.

The things I plan to do to this woman when I have her in that bed inside instead of the driver’s seat of my truck.

“Oh my god, Rhys,” she pants, her pussy still squeezing my fingers.

“Wait until I eat you,” I growl against her jaw.