Glamour: Contemporary Fairytale Retellings

He plucked her off her feet. A small yelp escaped her as she flew through the air and landed in the center of his bed. She barely stopped bouncing before he was there, the great lean and muscled length of him over her, one knee sliding unerringly between her thighs, his slight leg hair tickling her skin.

Her pulse hammered wildly at her throat as she looked up at him. She knew her eyes must be enormous in her face. She couldn’t even manage a blink.

His hand gripped the neckline of her flannel shirt and paused. His blue eyes looked silvery blue in the firelight as he gazed down at her. “No going back now, Goldilocks. You’re mine.” That said, he yanked down on her shirt. Buttons popped and flew loose, flying in every direction. She guessed he didn’t care about ruining his shirt.

Air flowed over her bare body, but she wasn’t cold. Not with his scorching gaze sweeping over her. She felt on fire.

She tried not to fidget beneath his scrutiny, but old insecurities reverberated through her. She hated they were here, intruding now.

Too heavy. Too big. Too plump. Lay off the Dr Pepper, Thea.

She had never been this exposed. The firelight revealed everything, and she longed for darkness. She’d spent junior high and high school flattening her breasts with sports bras, but that had done nothing to stop them from reaching melon-size proportions.

She brought both her hands up to cover herself, but he snatched hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Don’t.”

His gaze fixed on her breasts. She tried not to squirm under his scrutiny.

“This is what you were hiding under my shirt?” He tsked as he released one of her wrists. She hissed and arched as one of his big hands palmed her breast. “Such pretty tits need to be worshipped.”

His touch grew firmer, almost rough as he handled her—and she relished it.

She arched her spine, crying out and thrusting her chest out for more. He fondled the heavy globe, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger. His other hand followed suit.

He squeezed and massaged both mounds, lifting them and pushing them together while tweaking the tips. “Beautiful,” he growled.

She writhed wildly and cried out, bearing down and riding his thigh, desperate for the pressure on her throbbing sex.

Her breasts had never been lavished such attention. She felt owned. That was the only word for it. Marked and possessed by a man who knew how to manipulate her body.

He added his second knee between her open thighs and forced her legs wide. He still wore his briefs but she felt him, pole-hard, prodding into her bare sex. He started to grind against her and that was amazing. She was ready to fly apart, and he hadn’t even penetrated her.

He bent his head and sucked a nipple deep into the cavern of his mouth. He used his tongue and teeth, and just like that she came in a violent burst, shuddering beneath him.

She buried her fingers in his hair and held him close to her breast, content to keep him there forever as she ground his fully erect cock into her pussy.

“That’s all it takes to get you off?” he growled around one distended nipple, scoring it with his teeth. “Och, you’re going to be a hot fuck.”

“That’s never happened before,” she gasped, still trembling in the aftershocks of her release. For some reason, she wanted him to know that. To know that his hands and mouth and cock were the first to make her shoot off like a rocket before they even had sex.

He resumed sucking her breasts, squeezing and holding them for his feasting mouth, growling with appreciation as she resumed rubbing against his cock, trying to find the perfect angle. “Too…much,” she moaned, her head lolling on the bed.

“We haven’t even started. I could spend hours on these tits.”

He was a miracle. A sex god. She’d already climaxed, but he had her right there at the edge again. She felt like she was on the brink of death.

Her hands dropped between them, diving under the waistband of his briefs to take him in both hands, and she realized she would need both hands.

“There you go,” he grunted in approval. “Take my cock out.”

He was big. Bigger than anything she ever had inside her. She stroked him in awe, touching the fat crown of him. She traced the slit, rubbing in the pre-cum that leaked out. The head of him swelled and grew tighter under her fingers.

“Stop.” He grabbed her wrist. His blue eyes locked on hers. “I need a condom. When I come, it’s going to be inside you.” He lifted his head and looked around a bit wildly, as though trying to place where he’d stashed his condoms.

He started to pull away and she locked her thighs around his waist, loath to let him go from her for even a second. She needed him inside her now. More than she’d ever needed anything on this earth she needed to feel this man’s cock buried deep inside her. “I’m on birth control.”

He paused and looked down at her.

She took advantage of his hesitation and brought the head of him to her opening, gliding the bare tip of him over her wetness. “I have an IUD.”

She’d gotten it a year ago when she got tired of remembering to take the pill every night. She’d been considering going back to the doctor to have it removed. It seemed unnecessary since her sex life was nil.

She read the hesitation in his eyes and guided the crown of him inside her, just a fraction. She wasn’t above manipulating him.

She knew he’d relented when he propped his elbows on either side of her head and framed his hands along either side of her face. “What’s your name again, Goldilocks?”

That gave her a start. She was about to have sex with a man and they didn’t know each other’s names?

It should shame her, but nothing about this moment felt wrong. She was on fire.

“Thea,” she breathed.

“Niall,” he returned. Tension rippled over his jaw and then he let go. Shoved inside her with one slick thrust, filling her completely, stretching her deliciously.

She wiggled under him with a sob, her hands pushing his corded shoulders as if needing sudden leverage. “Oh, you’re big!”

“You can take it,” Niall’s lips husked against her neck and then bit down on her earlobe, sending a rush of moisture between her legs. “Och, you just got really wet.” He thrust again. Harder. “You feel amazing.” Another thrust. “Like you were made for my cock.”

She cried out at the fullness of him sliding in and out of her, but he was right … the friction shot sparks through her and she lifted her hips for him, greedy for more.

His mouth claimed hers, swallowing her cries. He kissed her senseless, his tongue sweeping against hers, arousing her on a whole new level and sending another rush of moisture to her sex where his giant erection pulsed.

“How are you this tight?” He groaned and pulled back to thrust even deeper inside her again, shoving her higher on the bed.

A small scream escaped her. Her nails dug into her shoulders, hanging on for dear life. She’d never been fucked so hard and it was incredible. She didn’t know it could be like this. She didn’t know she could want it like this.

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