Page 40 of Cinderella and the Daddy

"No," I gasp, reaching for him blindly. "What are you?—"

His hands grip my hips, firm but not bruising, lifting me off the hood like I weigh nothing. My legs are shaky, barely supporting me. Before I can get my bearings, he spins me around to face the car.

"Hands on the hood," he commands, his voice rough with barely controlled need.

I obey without thinking, my palms flat against the warm metal. I feel him move behind me, the heat of his body bracketing mine. His hand presses between my shoulder blades—gentle but insistent.

"Bend over. Let me see you."

The words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I let him guide me forward until my chest presses against the hood, my body displayed for him. Vulnerable. Open. Completely at his mercy.

His hand pushed against my back, making me bend forward. My bare breasts push against the place my ass has just been. He grabs my wrists and stretches my arms wide across the hood.

And then he’s pounding into me again.

The new angle sends shockwaves through my entire body. I can feel him deeper this way, hitting spots that make me see stars. My fingers scramble for purchase on the smooth metal of the hood as he drives into me with a desperation that matches my own.

"Mine," he growls against my ear, his chest pressed against my back. "Say it."

I can barely form words. The pleasure is too intense, building to something that feels like it might destroy me. "Yours," I gasp.

His hand slides around to find my clit, circling with just the right pressure. I'm already so close, teetering on the edge of something massive.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice rough with need.

The orgasm hits me like lightning, arcing through every nerve ending. I bite down on my own arm to muffle the scream that tears from my throat. My body convulses around him.

I don’t get a chance to come down from the high before he pulls out and peels me off the hood.

He’s kicked off his shoes and pants and is now stark naked.

Through a haze of lust, I let him lead me to one of the chairs in the corner. He sits down and pulls me over him, forcing me to straddle him.

I guide myself down onto him slowly, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. The position is different. I’m in control.

He’s giving me the power.

His hands settle on my hips, guiding my movements as I rock against him.

"Look at me," he commands softly.

I meet his gaze. My heart skips a beat. I’m riding the most dangerous man I’ve ever met. He’s not hurting me. He’s letting me choose.

I want to hurt him. I want to wield the power over him.

And I can tell he wants me to move faster.

I slow down.

His jaw clenches and his eyes close. It makes me smile to watch him struggle not to take over.

I roll my hips.

We both groan at the exquisite pleasure.

I do it again and again before rising up and pulling him out until just the head of his cock rests inside me. He’s struggling to breathe. His fingers are digging into the flesh at my hips. It’s painful, but nothing compared to what I’m doing to him.

I slide down, inch by glorious inch.