Page 136 of Scattered Glitter

It’s a risky move, but I hope she’s sleeping deeply enough not to notice as I gently turn her onto her back with my free hand. I need to see her beautiful face when I make her come when I spill myself inside her.

She stirs a little, her mouth falling open, but I can’t seem to care. She’s such a good girl, letting me play with her and sleeping so deep.

I lean down and kiss the hollow of her throat, the urge to bite her overwhelming.

Mine.

I plunge back in and savor the taste of her mouth, drawing in a breath between her parted lips and inhaling her.

The tingle at the base of my spine signals that I’m close, but I want to make this last. I want to remember every second of it, to replay it over and over again in my head.

And on video, which I’d almost forgotten about.

“Look at how good you’re taking me,” I praise, looking through the camera screen locked on where we’re joined. “So fucking perfect… I can’t wait to fill you up, to fill your perfect pussy with my cum. You’re going to wake up full of me, Sparkle.” That knowledge sends a shudder down my spine, and I release a groan.

Swirling the pads of my fingers over her clit, her body responds, her muscles twitching as she grows closer to her release, even in sleep.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

And, fuck, she’s coming.

Her breath catches, and she lets out a soft, breathy moan that drives me to the edge. I end the recording, tossing my phone across the bed. The sight of her, the sound of her, the feel of her—it’s more than enough to do me in, and with one final, desperate thrust, I pull her hips tight against mine as I bury myself deep inside her. My cock pulses, hot spurts of cum spilling into her, marking her in the most primal way possible.

Perfection. Utter perfection.

Burying my face in her neck, I continue to grind into her. The sensations nearly overwhelm me as I let out a groan that echoes through the room.

I stay just hard enough to remain inside her as I shift us onto our sides, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, a silent promise that she’s safe with me, even after what I’ve done.

Thankfully, she doesn’t wake as I adjust us for sleep, pulling her closer.

Sparkle will feel where I’ve been when she wakes up, but that’s how I want it. I want her to remember how I fucked her, how I made her come, even if she didn’t consciously feel the pleasure. I want her to know she kept me buried inside her all night, keeping me warm.

As I drift off, my lips twitch with a smile, my heart still pounding with the thrill.

Fuck, I love this.

I love her.

And I can’t wait to do it all again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Novalee

A sharp, pleasurable pain blooms on the side of my throat, tugging me out of sleep. At the same time, I register pleasure emanating from my clit, followed by the unmistakable sensation of a hard cock sliding in and out of me.

Holy shit.

Sylus’s breath is hot against my ear as he groans, “Fuck, I love you.” His words are a low rumble, sending shivers through me, and my eyes flutter open, reality sinking in.

I gasp.

“Shit, baby, you’re awake?”

The heat of him warms my back, and despite the initial shock, my body responds instinctively, a moan slipping past my lips as I press back into him. His finger moves faster, applying the right pressure, drawing my hips into a rhythm that matches his. My brain remains mercifully blank as pleasure overrides everything else.

“Perfect,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my neck. “Come for me.”

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