Prince Charming (Cinderella #2) Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Cinderella Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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“You know what I mean,” I grumble, unable to keep from stroking a stray hair away from her eyes. “Don’t worry about cars or food or clothes or college. As long as we’re playing our games, you’ll be provided for.”

She unzips my zipper and searches out my aching dick. Once she has it uncovered from my boxers, she pulls it through the hole. It looks obscene with her in her fancy dress on her knees with my dick bobbing out of the zipper hole in my slacks, the tip glistening with pre-come.

“I read up on this,” she teases, gripping my fat cock in her small hand.

“Massive dicks?”

She laughs and fuck if my chest doesn’t squeeze. “No, dummy. What we are.”

“Wicked?”

“I’m your sugar baby.”

I smirk at her, tightening my grip in her hair. “Stop talking, Ash, and choke on my dick. Sugar baby.”

Her nostrils flare like she might have more to say, but then I use the tip of my dick to paint my need along her juicy pink lips that fucking sparkle. She flicks her tongue out because she’s greedy to taste me. I caress her head before pushing my dick past her lips, eager to feel her tongue on the underside of my shaft.

“Ommm,” she murmurs in some strange sound of satisfaction.

I flex my hips, immediately hitting the back of her throat. She predictably gags and pulls back. My fingers twist into her hair, my only warning, before I press forward again. Her teeth scrape along my sensitive flesh, but the threat of pain isn’t enough to outweigh the need I have to feel the inside of her throat as it constricts around me.

“Let me in,” I growl, reveling in the choked gagging sound she makes.

Hazel eyes meet mine as she attempts to relax her throat for me. I like her looking up at me, so I grip her hair and bore my gaze into hers. Without preamble, I thrust my hips, cursing as the tip of my dick slides down the back of her throat. Tears well in her prettily made-up eyes, threatening to fall and ruin all Jac and Gus’s hard work. I piston my hips again, going deeper.

“That’s it, messy fucking girl,” I croon. “So goddamn good to me.”

Tears streak down her cheeks, dragging black mascara along with them, only serving to make her that much more beautiful. She gags again, her throat constricting around my dick in a way that has me seeing stars.

I fuck her face relentlessly, only pulling back enough to allow her to catch a breath every minute or so. Just as my nuts seize up with the need to come, I pull back, tugging on my cock as I find my release. Thick, hot ropes of come paint her forehead and cheeks, some of it dripping from her eyelashes.

Dirty, dirty girl.

“Gross, Win,” she grumbles, her nose scrunching up. “I didn’t think this through.”

It’s moments like these, that for one brief second when she’s looking so fucking adorable, I imagine many, many more times like this for us. That is, until my mind catches up and reminds me she’s my entertainment, not my future. My heart made a bad decision once before, and it nearly cost me my sanity. No matter how perfect she looks with my come all over her pretty face, it isn’t enough to melt decades’ worth of ice on my heart.

“Greedy, Cinderelliott. You were too desperate for that five grand.” I smirk as I pull my phone from my pocket. “Say cheese.”

She flips me off and sticks her tongue out, all of which only make me more amused and proud of our filthy pictures. Once I take a few to remember this moment, I put my phone away and pat her on the head.

“Good girl.”

I help her to her feet, and she scowls, her cheeks turning a pretty hue of pink. Tugging a handkerchief from my pocket, I set to cleaning the come off her face along with her streaked mascara. Once she’s clean and I’ve shoved the soiled cloth into my pocket until I can toss it, I kiss her forehead. Her skinny arms wrap around my middle and she rests her cheek on my chest. My heart is still pounding from the epic blowjob. I wonder if she can feel how my heart thunders for her.

Fucking chump.

Your heart is stumbling all over itself because your old ass just blew your load all over a teenager’s face. Legal teenager, but still young as fuck.

The small sigh of happiness that escapes her has my heart speeding up once more, and it has nothing to do with adrenaline.

It’s her.

She’s the drug, the addiction, the pulsing need.

I’ve never been addicted to anything in my life besides success. This overwhelming craving to consume every part of Ash is almost too much. It makes me feel weak. Like she’s holding my balls in her prissy hand. All it would take is one squeeze to end me.


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