Page 135 of Scattered Glitter

“I want…” she mumbles, her words fading when she falls asleep midsentence.

But they echo in my head, leaving me wondering what she’d ask for if she were fully awake and with me in this moment as much as I’m with her.

I slide in beside her, close enough to feel her warmth, the rise and fall of her steady breathing almost pulling me into the same calm, yet every inch of me is so acutely aware of her that I couldn’t sleep if I tried.

My knuckles trace the curve of her jaw. “You want the same thing I do, Sparkle?”

Slowly, I let my hand drift down, feeling the smooth line of her back beneath my fingertips, savoring every curve and plane as my fingers trace gentle patterns on her skin. My light and lazy touches map the places where she’s tense, and the spots where her muscles relax respond unconsciously to my touch.

My hand lingers at her waist, fingers brushing over the gentle curve of her hip, wanting to ground myself in the reality of her here with me. She shifts slightly, a sighescaping her, but she doesn’t wake, just nestles deeper into the bed.

My fingers venture further, slipping beneath the fabric of her string, feeling the damp heat between her legs.

Goddamn.

I keep my gaze fixed on her face, watching as I lightly drag my finger along her slit, feeling the wetness that coats my fingertip.

“Fuck, baby, you’re already wet for me,” I murmur huskily. I circle her clit with a featherlight touch, feeling her grow even wetter, her hips shifting restlessly against the bed. I imagine the sounds she would make if she were awake, the way she would moan and writhe beneath me like she did last time.

I know I need to be careful, make sure she’s only sore tomorrow from the pleasure I’ve given her, not because I’ve pushed too far. But fuck, it’s hard to hold back when all I want to do is devour her.

I quickly unzip my pants, eager to be rid of the barrier between us. After I stand and shed the rest of my clothing, I return to her side, careful not to disturb her. Sparkle doesn’t budge, letting me arrange her legs wide open and giving me room to play with her.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I pull out the bottle of lube I keep there. I need to breed this perfect pussy and make sure she enjoys every second of it, even though she won’t be awake for it.

Coating my fingers with the slick liquid, I return to her, sliding my hand back between her legs and stroking up and down her slit, then easing one finger inside her. She’s so fucking tight, and I slowly push deeper. Her body responds so well, even in sleep, her inner muscles gripping me as I slide in and out. My dick leaks, desperate to get into the fun.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl out, adding anotherfinger and stretching her slowly, carefully, the lube allowing me to slide in with ease. When I press deeper, her muscles clench, and the sensation is almost too much to bear.

I lean in closer, breathing in her sweet candy scent, which only serves to heighten my hunger, and I indulge in a long, slow lick of her skin.

Her body arches into my touch, the wet sounds of my fingers moving inside her filling the room. She remains still as I drive in and out, becoming more feral as she soaks my fingers. The need to fuck her fills every fiber of my being.

Sparkle moans softly, and I freeze, glancing at her face.

Still asleep.

Good.

Grabbing the bottle of lube again, I coat my cock, stroking my length while I admire her beautiful sleeping form. Slowly, I peel her G-string off before I ease my way between her legs and position myself over her. The head of my cock nudges against her entrance as I spread her ass cheeks and line myself up, planting a kiss on her shoulder blade. I stop for only a second to savor the moment, then I push forward, groaning as her tight, wet heat envelops me.

A hard shiver of fulfilling a long-desired fantasy racks my muscles.

I’ve never fucked anybody raw, andholy fucking shit, the fact that she’s unconscious and I’m in her tight, wet, and perfect little pussy is making me fucking lose it already.

I look up at the side of her face, and she’s completely unaware that I’m balls deep inside her.

Fuck, this is insane.

Needing more, I start to move. Each thrust is slow and deliberate, savoring how she feels around me. I sink in deep, then pull back, her inner walls squeezing me as if her body knows what it needs even with her asleep.

My gaze is fixed on where we connect, the sight of herlaid out before me, completely at my mercy, trusting me, sending a rush of possessiveness surging through me.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” I breathe out, reaching for my phone on the nightstand and hitting record as I continue to fuck her with long, deep strokes. “You see that, baby?” I murmur, narrating the scene for her. “You can’t feel it right now, but fuck, I’m so deep inside you. You’re taking every inch of my cock.” I pull out completely then, letting her see her arousal glistening on my shaft.

If I could,I would lick her off my fucking dick.

That’s how feral she makes me.

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