Page 42 of Cinderella and Her Vampires (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 5)

Wetness pulled at my entrance with anticipation.

He breathed in and lowered his face to my sex. He gripped them and tugged, shredding the fabric, and baring my sex to him. He groaned delightfully as he admired the feast in front of him.

“So magnificent,” he murmured and pressed his mouth against my swollen, sensitive mound.

I sucked in a breath. My legs threatened to close automatically. Xavier wrapped his arms around my thighs and held them open as he slid his tongue along the length of my sex.

I quivered.

He licked again and I nearly went into convulsions.

“Your tongue is mighty wicked,” I said through a shuddering whisper.

“Just wait. You haven’t felt anything yet,” he said against my sex, sending my arousal nearly into orgasm.

He licked once more and slid two fingers inside me, curving them as he moved his hand in and out of me. He continued to flick his tongue over my sex, forcing my body to twitch and squirm. I gripped handfuls of blankets and bit my lip to keep myself from orgasming too quickly, but it was no use.

The pressure built between my hips, filling me with warmth and delightful tingles that prickled along my skin, until I exploded.

I cried out my pleasure as Xavier went to town sucking up all my juices and licking every bit of my sex clean from my orgasm. Wave after wave, my pleasure seemed to last a ridiculously long time. I smiled enjoying every single second of it.

I had never felt such a rush of ecstasy wash over me as I had with him.

And as my orgasm started to fade, Xavier shucked his jeans off of his hips and slammed his dick inside me.

I sucked in a breath of shock. A sharp pain ripped through my sex as he tore me from his girth. In one swift motion, he filled me to the brim and then some. I clawed at his chest as he moved inside me, grunting with the force of his movements, turning my insides into mush.

I loved it.

Once the initial pain subsided, it was quickly replaced by intense pleasure.

Just when I was about to have another orgasm, he stopped.

“What are you doing?” I asked, meeting his gaze.

“Edging you,” he said simply.

“What?” I asked.

He smirked. “I can tell the second you are about to have an orgasm. I stop the moment before you start and let the sensation die down a little.”

He started moving inside me, and I was surprised to find I was still close to my orgasm, there was more pleasure though. I leaned into the feeling and smiled.

“Nice,” I said.

He chuckled. “Indeed.”

Several more times he pulled that stunt. The last time, he didn’t stop in time.

“It’s too late, I’m already started,” I said.

He grunted and pushed into me, moving deeper and deeper into me, egging the orgasm to become stronger.

As I cried through another wave of pleasure, I clung to Xavier, digging my nails into the skin covering the back of his shoulders. And as the last of the wave rushed over me, he pulled out and rolled me to my stomach and then pulled me toward the edge of the bed.

Fingers dug into my skin, raking down my back, sending chills through my body. I shivered. Xavier bent over me and whispered in my ear, “You’re going to know what it means to be fucked. You’re going to want me to make you feel used up and worn out. You’re never going to want me to stop.”

I sighed. Wetness filled the space between my legs with the promise within his words. I struggled to find something to say in return, but nothing came. At least, nothing that felt right.

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