Bullied Cinderella - Hollie Hutchins Page 0,54

her wrists before sliding what was left of the gown down from her body. She was spread out before me, in nothing but her panties and completely at my mercy.

I swirled two fingers down the length of her, teasing along her inner thighs while I pressed my lips to her ear. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Take me,” she pleaded softly.

“Take you how?”

“Fuck me,” she said more assertively with a desperation in her voice.

I pushed the wet fabric of her panties aside and inched closer to the throbbing need, barely brushing against the folds. “Ask me for it. Beg me.”

“Please, fuck me, Leo. Please.”

I slid my fingers inside of her, feeling how creamy and wet she already was. I hooked them against her as she whimpered, doing her best to keep quiet. It became harder for her to do as I shoved my fingers deeper inside of her, massaging all of her most sensitive places. I moved one thumb over her clit in soft circles. My touch was slick against her from the wetness dripping on my hand.

“Please fuck me,” she begged again as her legs started to shake.

I climbed on top of her, shoving the sheets out of our way. But just as I ran the length of my shaft along the opening between her legs, she gasped and stopped me.

“Wait, what if they hear us? My mom and Jada are asleep in the next rooms over.”

I ignored her, still teasing her with my throbbing erection. She pleaded with me with her eyes. “Please, Leo. You’re so hard. I don’t think I can stay quiet enough.”

I pressed my lips to hers, relishing in the feeling of her velvet tongue rolling across mine. We bit at each other’s lips as our mouths danced together until I pulled back with a smile. I ran my hand across her cheek, down her neck and chest, stopping to squeeze her breasts as I went. Once I felt my way back down between her legs, I slid her panties off slowly and brought them up to her mouth. She parted her lips knowingly and let me put them in her mouth to muffle her cries.

I towered above her body, restrained against the bed, and nudged my tip along her folds and slit. She squirmed as I slipped it inside of her and back out again, spreading her wetness all around. I could hear her hopelessly begging me for more around the fabric of her panties in her mouth. Without warning, I thrusted forward until she was completely filled.

With those first few thrusts, everything around us seemed heightened. The house was quiet except for the distant sleeping breaths of her family and the quiet creaking of her bed. Her nostrils flared with hot breaths. The moonlight coming in through the window was just enough to create a blue glow that framed the edges of her skin.

She lifted her hips to guide me deeper into her, inch by inch. I dragged my fingers down her torse, already quivering with restraint. I opened my mouth, practically holding my breath to keep from yelling out, and continued thrusting into her. Our desires for each other mounted and grew with each pounding movement while my insides burned, threatening to devour me.

Her breasts bounced as I went, each time pushing our heat and desire closer to the edge. Every time I pulled out, I could see her glistening wetness that had coated my cock. I tried to go slow so I could relish in the sight and feeling of it, but soon I couldn’t take it anymore. That primal animalistic drive she was so good at bringing out in me roared, and I picked up my pace ramming into her as hard as I could.

Her cries were muffled as she squirmed, thrashed, and writhed, desperately clinging onto enough control to keep her voice down. Her arms were still suspended over her head, and she was completely surrendered to me. Her pussy tightened and throbbed around me as we both grew closer. A few more thrusts and soon we were both spinning out of control, clenching with overwhelming relief and ecstasy. She rocked her hips against me in perfect rhythm until she had milked me completely and we were both left breathless and shivering in the aftermath.

Reality seemed to slip away in those moments, and I suddenly felt the need to freeze, still inside of her, to listen for any stirring in the house. We were so swept up