Page 15 of Truth or Dare, Cinderfella?

“I want you,” I murmured against Shane’s lips, his eyes opening just enough to see me. “I’ve wanted you since the moment we met.”

“Not since the moment you saw my cock?” Shane teased, but I felt the truth behind his words. He was used to being ogled for having a big dick, then rejected over it when he couldn’t meet his partner’s needs.

“No, that was just a bonus,” I kissed along Shane’s jaw, the rough stubble there setting me on fire. Everything about him was sexy as fuck. “A big bonus, but not the main attraction.”

Although I was only admitting what I truly felt, it must have been what he needed to hear. Shane smiled down at me before getting up to push my legs back, lining up his erection to rub at my hole. “You being into big dicks was a bonus for me, but I wanted you when I first saw you as well.”

“Have me.”

Shane took me at my words and pressed his tip inside until he let his weight do the work. I felt the stretch and slight burn I loved as he got past my resistance. We groaned as one when he was fully seated, Shane panting with the effort it took him to hold still. He let me adjust until I finally took matters into my own hands.

Grabbing his hips, I pushed him back. Shane looked worried that I was trying to get him to stop, but I switched to pulling him in before he could ask if I was alright. “Fuck me.”

Shane let out a heavy sigh and started thrusting in earnest, mumbling words so hot I couldn’t do anything but take it all in. “You feel so good. This tight hole was made for my cock, wasn’t it? Fuck, you’re going to ruin me.”

He sped up, and I let him take control. We both felt the same magnetism, the buzzing need under our skin since we met, all-consuming and leading up to the moment we could join our bodies into one.

Adjusting to grip my shoulders, Shane let go on me, grunting and moaning out his pleasure while finding just the right angle to hit my prostate over and over again. And even though I came minutes before, I felt my thighs trembling as another orgasm began rising from my core.

“Shane, I’m gonna—” I started, cutting off when he latched onto one of my nipples and pounded into me hard enough that I felt like the earth was moving underneath us.

“Come on my dick,” Shane growled, and I couldn’t even process how hot his words were before I was screaming out my release.

My whole body went stiff as my cum splashed between us. Shane didn’t stop, only thrusting harder and deeper, as my ass clamped around him until he stilled. Gripping my shoulders tight enough to leave bruises, Shane roared and thrust one last time. Filling me so fully, I felt his dick pulsing inside of me, and I tightened to draw out his pleasure. Shane shivered and dropped his weight on top of me while catching his breath.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered against my throat.

“The holiest,” I breathed out, my lungs a little restricted.

Shane realized he was crushing me and pulled out, making me wince. More at the loss than pain. His forehead creased in concern, and he pushed to lie beside me, no longer touching. “Sorry.”

“No,” I turned, so we were face-to-face on our sides, cupping Shane’s cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Be sorry you left my body after making me feel whole. But you didn’t hurt me. I promise.”

The expression on Shane’s face had me worried he was about to bolt, and I started mentally preparing to be thankful I got to be with him at all. Instead, he lifted a hand to play with my hair.

“When can I see you again?” Shane’s words caught me off guard and I laughed, joy rushing through me that this wouldn’t be the last time.

“Stay the night?” I asked on impulse.

“Alright,” Shane agreed without thinking about it for more than a few seconds, and it made me feel bold.

“Want to hear the truth?” I asked, with an odd symmetry to the question considering the game night where we met. Shane nodded, so I went on. “You fit just right. We feel right together. You know?”

“Yeah, I do,” Shane finally smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “I feel the exact same way.”

Epilogue

Shane

Twoyearslater,Iwas a regular at game nights. They weren’t always the same, held on weekend nights or devolving into kinky sex, but Miles was next to me for all of them. This one was a Sunday Brunch, and I had a surprise I’d worked on for months making me antsy.

“Are we playing a card game this week?” Miles asked July, who sat on his other side, between nibbles on a quiche Shepherd or Ant made.

“Hold your horses. We’re visiting first,” Q tutted. He had glitter in his beard, likely from Cielo, which dampened some of his Daddy gravitas. “Some of us were out late last night.”

Roman, Ant, and Cielo raised their hands with mischievous grins on their faces. I’d heard about Cielo’s penchant for glitter and I could imagine Ant and Roman helping them brat at X Club with the Daddies and Handlers getting the brunt of it before doling out punishments. Miles and I visited a few times a year, and even tried out some rope classes. I didn’t want to dominate him, but we both enjoyed trying new things.

“Horses?” Ash snorted, bouncing his baby girl, Mimi, on his knee. “How old are you, a hundred?”

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