Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
I could hear the clock ticking in the background, reminding me that how we started was very much how we were gonna end. This Cinderella had an expiration date and she was one deep thrust away from turning into a pumpkin—it wasn’t my fault I just so happened to prefer my fruit… unseeded.
I pushed myself up on my knees, her thighs butterflied open around me as I grabbed each of her ankles and dragged her down the mattress. Closer. Nothing was better than watching the head of my cock glide forward and disappear between a set of puffy pussy lips. It was my favorite part. That initial penetration that both endeared the girl to me and ruined her for me .
Her abdominal muscles rose and fell with her quickened breaths, as I used my thumb to spread her open. Notched my cock at her entrance and braced myself for that first rush of adrenaline. The same one I felt every time I stepped away from a table with more zeroes in my bank account than I started with.
I could feel the warmth flooding my system, the same time a different kind of warmth flooded my cock. I’d spent the last few hours ensuring her body was ready for me, that the resistance was just enough to grip me from all sides without taking a layer of skin off my dick. Like I said, her pleasure was as much about me as it was about her. Tight, virgin pussies were a luxury… but they could also be painful as fuck. And that just wasn’t my thing.
Though it might have been hers if the look on her face the moment I broke through the last barrier separating us was anything to go by. Her body tensed before it melted against the sheets like a deflated balloon. Just as still and shapeless. Until I pulled back and thrusted forward again.
Her hands clawed at the sheets, her legs shaky as I leveraged them against my hips, tugging her ass up each time I drove down. She was a slight thing but that didn’t mean her cheeks didn’t clap in rhythm with my thrusts. Just audible over the sound of her moans mixing with my own labored breaths.
My abdominal muscles screamed and my biceps ached before I gave up on fighting gravity, tucked her left leg around my waist and dropped onto my thighs. Which had the entire bedframe shaking now, the headboard thudding against the wall hard enough to leave marks. She scrambled to grab my face, drawing it closer as I shoved my tongue down her throat, forcing her to taste herself as much as she could taste me.
She might not have liked me, but she sure as fuck liked what I did to her.
Three more slow pumps, combined with a circular motion that had my pelvic bone grinding against her clit, had her seeing stars again. She sighed into my mouth before prying her lips free and dropping her head back against the mattress. I could almost make out the whites of her eyes as she clung to the headboard and arched her back against me.
There was nothing quite like your first internal orgasm. I might not have been able to experience it directly, but I didn’t have to. Not when I could witness it this up close and personal. Just watching her—the way her mouth remained slightly parted, her hair wild and unkempt, her cheeks flush, and her nostrils flared—was enough to send that first spirt of cum deep inside her cunt. Then another and another, until I could barely hold myself upright to stop from crushing her.