Page 130 of Cinderella Is Faking It

“Mine,” I growled before pulling her second nipple between my teeth and nipping harder. She moaned, her knees wobbling enough for my hands to close around her waist, just to keep her upright.

I took that as my sign to sink onto my knees before her. Our eyes stayed locked as I positioned myself.“Put your leg on me, sweetheart.” She let me lift her knee to hook around my shoulder, granting me a prime view of her glistening arousal. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“Are you talking to me or my vagina?” Del laughed and reached out for me, but I caught her by the wrists. Her stomach trembled, when I pushed them back against the shelf with a warning growl.

“Hands off.” I cut a quick look up at her before biting hard into the flesh on the inside of her thigh. Del winced at the sharp pain, but it definitely worked for the heated muscles twitching between her legs.

“Beck,” she gasped.

“Hands on the shelf,” I reminded her. She looked down at her hovering hands as if surprised to find them halfway between us. She flexed her fingers and curled them around the sides of the shelf until her knuckles turned white. “There you go,” I said, “that’s good.”

She whimpered, her leg twitching on my shoulder. So eager for a few words of praise. “Please.”

I repositioned her leg until her thigh pressed against my ear and she was open and fully exposed to me. The anticipation trembled through her muscles. Her entrance was already glistening, ready to welcome me back. “You’re doing so good, getting that gorgeous pussy so wet for me. And I don’t even have to do anything.”

“Do you like torturing me?”

Instead of answering with words, I delved forward and let my tongue slowly trace the length of her slit. I’d dined in Michelin-star restaurants across the globe, but the salty sweetness of her had quickly become my favorite taste in the world. Her leg tightened around my shoulder when I hit her clit, spurring me on. I sucked her into my mouth, and she moaned. I played with her, nibbled, licked, thrust my tongue into her until her leg started shaking, and only then did I push a single finger into her tight entrance. She moaned and pulsed around me as I slid in and out of her while devouring her.

I added a second finger, and she cried my name. When her standing leg gave out, I held her by the hips to keep her steady through her climax.

The tremors stopped, and I gave her one breath, two breaths, three breaths, before I pulled my fingers out of her and hoisted her second leg over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” She stuttered through ragged inhales.

“You might want to hold on to something,” I warned just before I stood up.

“Wha- hah.” Del’s hands scrambled for a hold on the shelves as I balanced her between them and my shoulders. I pushed her ass on the edge of one of the higher ones that put her pussy at the perfect height for my face.

With her legs on my shoulders, I braced both arms on the shelves before leaning forward again. “Oh god,” she whimpered when my tongue entered her, “wait.”

I paused and pressed a soft kiss to her clit. “What are you thinking?”

Her lashes fluttered as she tried to find her vocabulary through the haze of her orgasm. “This doesn’t feel safe. What if I fall? What if your shelves break?”

“I’ve got you,” I promised and whispered another kiss to her pelvic bone, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She hesitated for a second before letting out a single breathy “Okay.”

Slowly sweeping my tongue over her entrance up to her most sensitive spot, I gave her another moment to consider, but she just gasped and tightened her legs. “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, sweetheart,” I said and flicked my tongue against her faster.

“Beck,” she whimpered, bucking against my face.

I drew my movements out the second time. Settling between her thighs, I let my tongue linger and my teeth tease her tender flesh, until her moans were reduced to a voiceless chain of pleas.

“Please. Please, Beck, please.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I asked, a smirk playing out over my lips as I leaned back to look at her all flushed and trembling.

“I want you to make me come,” she rasped.

“Who’s allowed to make you come, Delilah?”

“Just you.”

I gave her what she asked for, working my tongue and teeth against her more aggressively. I ravished as much of her taste as I could before Delilah bucked into me and fell apart a second time. Even as the tension bled from her body with each erratic jerk of her hips, I kept her steady. And when she finally stilled, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lowered her just enough to keep her at eye level.

“Oh. Hi,” she breathed before sinking against me, face buried in the crook of my neck.