Page 9 of Midnight Kisses (Spicy Fat Cinderella Retelling)

PERRY

Again, I stopped him as he tried to shepherd me out of the room. “Are you a chubby chaser, Miles?”

He stopped tugging and frowned at me. “What’s that?”

“Someone who is only attracted to fat people and fetishises their bodies.”

“I’m attracted to women who are hot. Is that—” he was a confident man, but his expression grew wary, like he was trying to navigate a field full of tripwires he’d been told were there, but he couldn’t see them for himself. “—Is that bad?”

“No. Some fat women like dating chubby chasers, but I don’t. I don’t want to be fetishised.”

His wariness evaporated. “I promise not to fetishise your body, but I will admire it, how’s that?”

A grin spread across my face. “Good.”

“Good,” he repeated, confirming. “Now, let’s get the fuck out of here before I become a medical emergency?—”

“Wait!”

“ Perry ,” he groaned to the disco balls above. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I came here tonight to find an investor. I need to do that. I can’t just abandon my mission. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow being no better off than I am today.”

“Ouch, blondie. Mind my feeling. You’d wake up tomorrow significantly better off. Maybe you’ll be sore in a few places, but it’ll add to the experience.”

I couldn’t help laughing. Miles was outrageous, if kind of dark-sided; a complete player and far too ready with flirty lines.

I wasn’t born yesterday, so I knew better than to lose my head for a player like him.

But I did like him . He was interesting and charming, with a knife-like intellect under all the levity and outrageous statements.

He was easily the least mediocre man I had ever met.

And, as I already knew, in possession of an excellent tongue.

He observed my laughter with a calculating sort of expression, then leaned down and cupped my face gently. I sucked in a breath, bracing myself—I barely knew him, but I knew when he made a gesture like he was about to say something lovely, it would be filth.

Directly above the shell of my ear, he whispered, “If I fuck you into the mattress tonight, and stretching to take this dick makes you sore tomorrow, I promise I will personally kiss it better.”

A whimper slipped from my mouth and I had to use his shoulders to steady myself. He didn’t ease up at this sign of success. He doubled down.

“I will lick up inside your pussy and stroke your swollen walls with my tongue. I’ll take my time getting you nice and wet, and as I do, I’ll remind you that you did so good taking me, that it was an honour to watch your body claim my cock, inch by fucking inch.

I’ll pay you back in spades, blondie, and even when you think you couldn’t possibly come again, you will.

You’ll soak my face just like you soaked my cock, and you’ll wonder why you ever wasted so much time arguing about coming home with me. Now let’s go .”

…I went home with him.

The trip home was a blur. I was so impatient and horny, my lower belly was aching and it was all I could think about. When I shifted awkwardly in my seat in the back of the rideshare, Miles’ nostrils flared and his hand fisted where it rested on his thigh.

Still, he didn’t reach for me, or I for him. We both knew if we did, it would be over. We would go up in flames in the back of this car, traumatise the driver, and I’d get banned from rideshares for life—which was not a situation I could afford.

We were halfway to the fancy suburb he lived in when he asked, “can I have your mask?”

“Why?”

“I want it.”

Confused, I handed it over.

“Thank you.” He depressed the window button and threw my mask out the window . Jerking around to look out the back window, I saw it bounce once on the motorway and flip off the road into the darkness.

“Why did you do that?” I gasped.

“It was an awful fucking mask, Perry. I don’t know who you thought you were kidding.”

I huffed. “It was on theme.”

“The only real theme for these things is to look rich.”

“Or hot.”

His gaze poured over me. “You sure do.”

I couldn’t help it, I wiggled again, the horny and impatient little wiggle that made his eyes darken.

For the rest of the trip we rode in thick silence, each staring out our window. City lights rushed past and I mentally ran through my single-girl safety checklist:

Were there any bad vibes I was ignoring? No.

Did I have protection? Yes. I was on birth control and I had condoms to protect against STIs too.

Did someone know where I was? Yes. I’d told Tala, and I’d sent her a picture of Miles and his address, because you had to these days.

I couldn’t believe I was going home with him, but I absolutely was.

When I made up my mind my course was set.

Yes, the stare of the women Miles had brought to this event had definitely unnerved me, but feeling hostility from a thin woman when a man was showing me attention wasn’t unique, and it wasn’t why I was in the car right now. Or at least it wasn’t the main why.

The reason I was going home with Miles was the same reason I’d let him eat me out on New Year’s Eve.

I wanted to.

When we slammed the car doors shut and he keyed in the access code on his gate, I wished desperately that he would hurry up, go faster, and get me into bed immediately.

He must have felt the same way, because he hit the wrong button in haste and had to start again.

The second time, he hit each button with a surgeon’s precision.

His home was lovely, but I barely noticed it. I waved off Miles’ offer of a drink, but he grabbed a large bottle of water from the fridge anyway and saluted me with it in a knowing way before tucking it under his arm.

He was thoughtful.

Or maybe he wasn’t, maybe he just did this so often that he had his routine down.

Maybe that was why Sadie had been staring at me so intently.

I forced myself to stop thinking about that.

I’d danced most of the night with Miles and time and context had lost all meaning.

I wasn’t abandoning my mission with Perry Skin, but I was going to veer briefly from my business road map because I wanted to have hot, sweaty sex with this man.

And why not? I deserved to, just like I deserved to be hyped up and to take a night off and chase pleasure.

I wanted the man, he wanted me, we were going to do it all over his apartment.

Except not quite, because as he reached for me in his shiny marble kitchen I shook my head.

“I don’t want to fuck for the first time on this counter.” He blinked a little when I said fuck . “I want to be in a bed. I feel like my body is about to be pushed to its limits, so I might as well start in comfort.”

He barked a laugh and took my hand to lead me up the stairs to his bedroom.

Like the rest of his house, his room was nice; rich, and clearly professionally decorated and cleaned.

I didn’t register anything else about it after that, because Miles launched at me in that hungry way of his, then I was in his arms and he was kissing me.

In quick succession he peeled off my dress and I stripped him of his shirt.

Our hands moved with clumsy urgency, and something—hopefully something of his, he could afford replacements—gave way with a ripping sound.

Every time a new part of my body was revealed, Miles caressed or kissed it.

He’d used the word adore earlier tonight and now was intent on showing me he took that oath seriously.

In a tangle of limbs we fell onto his mattress, then his fingers were between my legs and he was teasing, playing, pressing and probing.

The pressure in my belly was getting worse, not better.

I threw a leg over his hip and leaned back so I had room to reach for his cock and conduct an exploration of my own.

What I had felt on my hip was thick and hot, and I was eager for a more tactile introduction.

But when I reached out, he hissed and grabbed my wrist.

“No, fuck no, Perry. You can’t be doing that, I’m about to burst. Just let me get you wet enough I can sink into you like I’ve been imagining all year. After that, you can play.”

A slow, wicked grin stole over my face.

From the second Miles stumbled into my bathroom, he’d been full of praise and horny rhapsodies for my body.

It took me to my sexiest, most confident state.

This was how I felt in front of the camera, or even when I was masturbating.

I was no stranger to this feeling, I was more than capable of finding it for myself, but it was so very correct that Miles had brought it on now, because he saw me like this too.

I rolled over onto my back and parted my legs for him.

“I’m definitely wet enough for you.” I used my fingers to spread some of my wetness from my slit, where it had been gathering, and took it up to my clit.

I couldn’t see myself there, not over my belly, but he could, and his eyes turned ravenous.

“I want you to slide into me and do as you promised.”

“You’re giving me permission to fuck you into the mattress?”

When I shook my head, his frame stilled.

My hand shot out and I grabbed his wrist. “No, Miles. I’m begging you to fuck me into the mattress. Please.”

He grunted, and then when I passed him the condom I’d fished out of my bag while he was getting water, he rolled it down his impressive, thick erection. He really was going to stretch me, his cock was significant, and it had been a while since I’d had penetrative sex.

Miles was bigger than any of the toys I used myself, and I usually focused on clit things anyway. My vagina throbbed a bit, anticipating this intrusion—how good it would feel and how deeply he would fill me.

Condom on, Miles was done waiting. He took my thighs in his hands and pulled them wide, making space for his hips to settle over mine. He used his hand to line himself up, then as his hips slid forward, the tip of his cock pressed inside of me.

I was trembling already.

“Perry, are you good?”

I nodded. “Yes. More. Please, more.”