Page 100 of Cinderella Is Faking It

“Am I?” I pushed her knees apart, flattening them against the wet sand. She squirmed, arms jerking against their restraints. “So, do you want me to stop?” Her eyes were on me as I leaned back to admire the view of her opened wide for me, her muscles twitching in anticipation and her wet skin glistening in the sun.

“No,” she breathed, still racking her neck, and it took me a moment to locate the source of her discomfort. I reached for the clip and her hair fell free the next second. She dropped her head back with a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

“Oh, this is going to be useful.” I tested the claw clip a few times, her eyes growing wide. There were a lot of fun things one could do with clamps, but the hooks on this one seemed just a tad too pointy to be used on skin in a spur of the moment situation. So instead, I yanked up her bound hands, and clipped them in place above her head. She tried to move them and hissed when the restraints tugged on her hair. “Are we pushing past your comfort zone yet?”

“Beck, I swear to God.” She huffed and tried to turn hands and head to get another look at the rest of the beach.

Well, that was no reply at all, but as she lay before me, goosebumps started breaking out on her flesh and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. I dropped two fingers into the dip of her collar bone and dragged them down her body, between her breasts and down the slope of her navel. Her spine arched, body desperate to meet my touch. I stopped just above her pelvic bone, removing my fingers, and she whimpered, hips bucking in protest. I pushed her jerking legs back down into the sand, keeping her wide enough to see the sweet arousal gathering around her opening. “Look at how wet you’re getting for me, Blondie, and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Beck, please.” The ocean pushed a bigger wave to the shore, the water lapping up to Del’s hips and she gasped, her whole body shivering. “The longer you wait, the more likely someone’s going to see.”

“From where I’m sitting, it looks like you quite enjoy being seen.” I grinned and bit my lower lip, because her nipples were peaking into the air, and she was breathing harder by the second. If she was going to come just from being spread out, that would be my crowning achievement.

“Only by you.” She jerked her knees up and I pushed them back down, except this time, I slid my hands down to her center and pushed my thumbs into her slick lips, parting them for an unobstructed view of her swollen clit. She moaned, pushing herself against me, but I just held her open, no friction, no release.

“You’re doing good, sweetheart.”

“I’m not doing anything,” she whined, twitching, her moisture dripping down her sweet pussy.

“Agree to disagree.” My cock was painfully strained inside my wet trunks, but fucking her now would defeat its purpose becauseIdidn’t care about who saw me. In fact, I would have fucked Del on the main stage of Clandestine just to show everyone that she was mine.

“Beck, please,” she tried to lift her head, and jerked back with a frustrated groan when her binds kept her movements restrained. So fucking hot. All mine to play with.

“What do you want from me, Del?”

“Please touch me,” she whined.

“I am touching you.” I grinned and pulled her apart a little wider. Her core throbbed for me, but Del’s moans were growing impatient.

“Please,” she begged, “just…need…”

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes, please,” she whimpered.

“I have one condition.”

“Fine.”

“You haven’t even heard it yet.”

“I don’t care. Just. Please. Touch me.”

“Blondie, I’m going to eat your pussy like it’s my last meal, but when you come, I want you to be loud.”

“What?”

“Moan. Scream my name. Curse heaven and earth. I don’t give a shit. I want you to come as loud as you can.”

“Fine.”

The second the word was out of her mouth, I leaned down and dipped my tongue into her. She moaned my name, hips bucking, while I savored her sweet and salty taste. Between the fruit she’d been eating and the ocean water still clinging to her skin, her pussy was intoxicating. And I drank her up like she was my only relief in the desert. Every long and languid stroke of my tongue had her back arching as she moaned. When I flicked her clit, she cried out. And when I thrust my tongue into her, she pleaded my name like a prayer.

“Beck, oh god, Beck, hold on, someone’s coming.” Her voice was breathless, and her legs jerked around me. “Someone’s coming.”

I glanced up and followed her gaze. Someone was coming, but they were barely an ant on the horizon. “Looks likeyoushould come a little faster.” I grinned and lowered my head again. Except this time, when I pushed in, her reaction was strangled. “I told you to be loud.”

“I can’t. Please. Beck. They’ll hear.”

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