Bullied Cinderella - Hollie Hutchins Page 0,57

He forcefully took me back into his arms once again, demanding that I look at him. His eyes burned with that ravenous desire and anger that I had grown so used to.

“And nothing I’ve done recently has changed your mind?” he asked, watching my lips intently. He was silently reminding me of everything he had done to my body...things that were far from fitting for the man I just described. He possessed me and handled me with such brute force that only a real man could put forth.

I took in a sharp breath and gathered my words. I didn’t know if I wanted to give into him right then and there, putting off all the doubts and concerns growing in my mind for another day. Or if it was time for us to face facts for good and risk realizing that we would truly have to put all of this behind us.

“My family hates you too,” I spoke, penetrating our deep stare and heavy silence. “But they would accept with open and loving arms if I asked them too. Are you really so afraid to stand up to your mother and tell her how you feel about me?”

“Afraid,” he repeated resentfully.

“Well that’s what it is, isn’t it?”

His fingers dug into my thighs and backside as he hoisted me up into the air, forcing my legs around his waist. His throbbing erection pressed between my legs, daring to pummel forward so he could try once again to prove to me just how much of a fearless man he could be. It was no use in trying to dissuade him. I was just as powerless to this as he was, and it made it impossible to think clearly about the obstacles in whatever this thing between us was.

He carried me to the flat grass and laid my body down, drinking me in with his eyes as I sprawled out in the baking sunlight. The only thing hotter than the rays that had darkened my skin from all of these afternoons spent with him was the heat emanating between our bodies. It crackled with an unrelenting force that was always begging us to partake again...and again and again.

It was always easier to push our thoughts aside and just explore each other’s bodies. Not that it made much more sense than our circumstances, but it was easier. We let our muscles and surging desires do all the talking for us until the rest of it didn’t matter anymore...at least for a little while.

I took in deep, panting breaths of Leo’s familiar scent as he kissed his way down my neck and chest. He kissed and nibbled along the curves of my breasts and ran his tongue across my hardened nipples. He sucked each one into his mouth and sent a shooting sensation straight to my core. I squirmed with my hands pinned above my head, where he liked them. He always demanded that I be surrendered to him completely.

His mouth sucked, bit, and licked its way down in between my legs. His fingers teased and coaxed as he lowered his lips to my folds. Just a few gentle warning kisses, and then all at once he would suck me into his mouth as my hips buckled. I was becoming used to all of his little tricks and patterns, but it didn’t make them any less thrilling each time they happened.

The pleasure mounted as he swirled his tongue and teeth around me, but I reached out for his throbbing cock - wanting to stroke it and give him the same feelings he was giving to me.

“I want to taste you,” I murmured between my breaths, tightening my grip around him.

“I’m not done yet,” he said, barely taking his mouth from me to speak.

“I know,” I grinned, tugging him towards me.

He looked a little surprised, but quickly gave me what I wanted. He wouldn’t dare deny such a request. He laid down beside me with his erection angled towards my mouth while running his hand back around my legs, sucking in my folds once again. I moaned and gasped as he continued sucking and licking, all while I slid my lips around his pulsing tip. He hissed against me, and I took him even deeper between my lips.

He lost ourselves in the rhythms and motions, fighting between succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure while still trying to serve each other. I went until I couldn’t take it anymore and could feel the swell of a rippling orgasm