Page 71 of Scattered Glitter

His tongue traces my slit, making me suck in a breath, each stroke sending shockwaves through my core. I’m already so close to the edge, so worked up, that my body is a live wire. My hips buck against his mouth as his tongue parts my lips and dips inside, teasing with delicious torture. I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips, and my thighs start to tremble.

Hottie must take pity because he stops playing and devours me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place. He’s relentless, coaxing me closer to the promise of what’s to come with each deliberate lick coiling the tension tighter within me. When he pushes one of his fingers inside me, my breathing hitches, becoming a series of gasps and moans that fill the room.

He lets out a growl, and the vibration sends a shudder up my spine as he pushes another finger inside.I have to grip the covers even harder for support.

Holy shit.

He looks up at me from between my legs, and as our gazes clash, I tangle my hands in his hair, urging him on with a firm yank. He takes the cue and goes right back to work, and when he groans against me, it almost sends me over the edge.

His tongue flicks over my clit with renewed vigor, each stroke a match to tinder. The fire within me roars to life, consuming every thought, every doubt, until all that’s left is the white-hot heat of my impending orgasm. And then it’s there, crashing over me and leaving me shaking for entirely better reasons than earlier in the evening. My cry echoes in the room as I ride out my pleasure on his face, my hips undulating against his mouth. He doesn’t let up, drawing out my climax until I collapse back onto the bed, boneless and with sweat running down my neck.

Holy fucking shit.

I don’t think it has ever been this good.

Hottie crawls up my body, a smug grin on his glitter-covered face. He looks like a goddamn star fallen from the heavens, and I marvel at the sight of him. Glitter on his face, in his hair, on his lips…

The evidence of my world is now a part of him.

I can taste myself on his tongue as he claims my mouthin a searing kiss. “Fuck…” I moan into his mouth before I break the kiss to beg for him. “Fuck me,please.”

“With fucking pleasure.” Hottie pulls away from me, ridding himself of his clothes, then a moment later, he’s back over me, giving me a view of his perfect chest—lean but muscular and covered in random tattoos all over. He’s so damn hot, with pierced nipples I want to lick, so I lean up and do just that, making him moan and his cock twitch against my thigh.

He briefly moves away, reaching into the pocket of his discarded jeans. The crinkle of the wrapper fills the room, a sound that sends a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through me. It’s then that I notice the silver barbell piercing at the base of his shaft and a small star tattoo on the head of his cock.

God, this guy is fucking crazy.

I watch, my desire mirrored in his heated gaze as he rolls the condom down his length, the action deliberate and strangely erotic.

“Look at me,” he commands, and reluctantly, I pull my eyes away from his extraordinary cock to meet his eyes. In their depths, I find a silent question.

“Yes,” I answer it. “I want this. I want you.”

His exhale is one of relief, mingled with a need that matches my own. He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against me, promising a fullness I’m desperate for. But he waits, giving me a moment to savor the anticipation of what’s to come.

In the quiet of our hushed breaths, he leans down, capturing my lips in a sweet, tender kiss, a gentle caress that makes my heart flutter.

Fuck.

“You have no fucking idea how much I want you, too,” he murmurs against my lips, and I believe him. I feelcherished, not just desired, and it’s a heady combination I haven’t felt in years.

And one that scares the shit out of me.

Before I can overthink it, he thrusts forward smoothly, filling me completely and making us gasp. The stretch is exquisite, a sensation that borders on pain but quickly morphs into pleasure. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even deeper, wanting all of him.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so goddamn good.” He begins to move, building a rhythm. I’m lost in the sensations of his skin against mine, his scent, and the sound of our bodies.

“Harder,” I beg, and he responds immediately, gripping my hair at the top of my head by the root and yanking hard enough to make my scalp sting in the most delicious way.

His pace quickens, the force of each thrust making the bed shake beneath us as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. His grip tightens, I moan louder, and the raw heat of our bodies colliding overwhelms every other thought. The air is thick with the scent of sex, our existence narrowed to nothing but the rhythm of his body pounding into mine.

“Look at you,” he growls out. “So fucking perfect.” His grip on my hair loosens, and his hand slips until his fingers find my clit, circling in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. Every movement sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I’m spiraling closer to the edge once more.

Suddenly, he stops. His fingers brush against the condom, pausing as he pulls out just enough to glance down at his cock.

My breaths are coming in ragged gasps. “What?”

“Had to check if it broke.” That familiar, cocky grin spreads across his face, lighting up his features in a way that makes my stomach flip. “Because there’s no fucking way you feel this good with protection on.”

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