The Billionaire's Cinderella.

ads, and while I have a lot of checks on that list, there

e aggressive and thi

would look at me like I was nothing more than a doll made for bedroom play

r a room this exquisite. I've been kissing and grinding on his erection since w

the frizzy strands. He is magnificent, I think to myself, as my fingers splay across his chest, moving down his perfectly sculpted body. I want to trace my t

can coarse these sounds from him, that I can make him jerk and growl and moan my name. I do not recall ever being this alive, and hot. It was never this way with

bed, and he follows, cupping the curve of my neck lightly and

lover, and he still cheated on me. He still rammed into another woman hard enough tha

is to be

ds. He sucks and nibbles on my neck like his life depends on it and I moan his n

m my chest and his eyes are hazy with lust as he stares at my bra and slightly freckled chest. He lifts a hand

crest in his mouth. I moan, gripping the sheets and rocking my hips against his in a strange add

I scream in pleasure as I start to burn. Every stroke has me rising higher and her and as I re

, and just as hungry as he is. I have no idea who this woman who has taken control of my mi

him do that. I have no doubt that he will drive me insane with the move

ave with a stranger, actuall

gain and lets me unbuckle his belt. Usually, I'm clumsy with this part and red creeps up my cheeks wh

hs that I realize

sing and I raise my gaze to his as he lifts my fingers

called me "red" and his eyes twinkl

of his pants. Then his briefs. I can't help my curiosit

sive and. . .how

again. "I knew, the moment I saw you, that I couldn't leave without at l

t is doing the strangest things to me. I kiss him long and hard, and if I was having any doubts

nd a blessing. He groans and he roars as he thrusts deeply into me. I moan and I cry because I've never felt anything like th

ame on his lips, and again to his u

at night, I dream of Ryan

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