Page 207 of Faking Cinderella
“How are you so perfect?”
“Grief, life, trauma, and good genes.” It’s my line, and it’s the truth.
She’s smiling as she holds me by the cheeks and leans in for a kiss. “I’m going to deserve you one day. It’s my new life mission.”
“You already deserve me.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re a pain in the ass.”
She laughs, and then she’s kissing me, her pussy cradling my dick in the warm water, and it doesn’t matter who wins this argument.
We’ve both won.
I hook my hand behind her neck and kiss her harder. We’re surrounded by bubbles, which keeps making me smile.
“I hope we always have bubbles in our lives,” I murmur against her lips.
She smiles and kisses me again, her hands exploring my chest like she’s discovering me for the first time.
I drag my fingers down her spine to her ass, giving it a squeeze, and she shifts in the water, bubbles sloshing around us as she lowers herself on my aching hard-on.
I shudder. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“You feel like everything I’ve never known I could want,” she whispers back.
She holds my gaze while she lifts nearly off of me, then sinks back down on me again.
My eyes cross.
I love the way she feels.
The way she touches me.
The way she puts me first without even realizing she’s doing it.
The way she loves me without even realizing she’s doing it.
“Thank you for coming after me,” she says as she rides me in the bathtub.
“Only you, Margot. I would only ever come after you.”
“I thought—you’d be better—without me.”
“It’s okay to be wrong, Skillet.”
She huffs out a laugh that has her inner walls squeezing my cock, and then she’s kissing me once more, her movements more frantic, hands settling on my shoulders and squeezing hard as she rides me harder and faster, my hips flexing to meet her, everything inside me coiling hard and tight and ready, not like this is the last time I ever get to make love to this woman, but like it’s the best time.
“No more secrets,” I pant as she slams down on me again.
“Never secrets,” she agrees.
“Fuck, Margot, I love you so much.”
She groans and grinds down on me, spasms squeezing my cock as she starts coming, and I let myself go too, her name on my lips, her fingers in my hair, her ass in my hands.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she chants.
