Page 72 of Scattered Glitter

Abreathless laugh escapes me. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Maybe.” He chuckles, leaning down to kiss me hard, his lips pressing against mine with a renewed sense of urgency. “But I’myouridiot.”

My protest is overridden by a moan when he thrusts back into me, harder this time, his fingers finding my clit again. My back bows as all my nerves light up yet again, the tension building once more while his words still hang in the air. His thrusts grow even harder, more desperate like he’s trying to fuse us together. My body responds in kind, my hips rising to meet him.

“Stop trying to top me from the bottom,” he growls out against my mouth. “I thought you said you’re a pillow princess?”

I laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me. My response is to dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer, deeper, until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. We’re a tangle of limbs as well as a mess of sweat and glitter.

“You’re taking my cock so fucking good,” he praises.

I clench down on him, and he groans into my ear. I can feel myself getting lost in him as his body moves against mine while his hands roam over me like he can’t get enough.

This is what I needed.

“You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind,” he grits out, almost echoing my thoughts, as his pace falters for a moment before he regains control.

My head falls back, a moan slipping from my lips as the pleasure builds, hot and fast. When he leans in and bites into the side of my throat, the pain, combined with his thrusts, sends shockwaves through my core, pushing me closer and closer to the edge again.

“Please, please, please.” It’s a chant on my lips, a pleathat echoes through the room, blending with the sound of our bodies colliding.

His lips brush over my shoulder, kissing and nipping at my skin as his thrusts grow more erratic. “Fuck, baby,” he groans out. “You’re so fucking tight, I can’t—”

He abandons words altogether as his control slips. His breath comes faster against my throbbing neck, and it sends a thrill through me, knowing I’m the one undoing him like this. My hands roam over his back, my nails raking lightly over his skin.

“Fuck.” His hips snap against mine, harder, faster, making my vision blur with pleasure.

“God…” I gasp, my nails digging into his back as I cling to him, feeling myself spiraling toward my release.

“Come for me, baby,” he grits out, pushing me over the edge while his fingers work in a perfect balance of pressure and pace. “I want to feel you.”

The orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of pleasure drowning out everything else. I cry out, my body shaking as I come, gripping him tight with my hands. My pussy clenches around him, spasming as each wave hits.

Hottie groans as he buries himself deep inside me one last time, his body trembling as he follows me over the edge, spilling into the condom with a low, guttural moan.

We stay tangled together for a moment, breathless and spent. I may not have been able to find my second skin at the club tonight, but fusing mine to his seems to have come easily. His weight feels perfect on top of me, grounding me, and I don’t want to move.

Not yet.

We’re sweaty and hot, sticking together, and I fucking love the feeling.

“Fuck, that was…” He trails off, his face buried in my neck, but I can feel the grin spreading against my skin. “Everything.”

I laugh softly, still catching my breath. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

His gray eyes lock with mine, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he asks, still panting, “Not so bad? Damn. I thought I wasreallygood. So… a one-and-done after all?”

Chuckling, I let my head fall back against the pillow. “Chill. You’restillinside me.”

“And…” he presses his pelvis against mine, “… I already want to do it again.” His softening cock is still nestled firmly within me as he says, “I don’t know if I’ll leave when you tell me I can’t come back.”

I laugh, the sound bubbling up despite the strange heaviness settling over me. “Are you blackmailing me now?”

“Of course not,” he replies with a teasing smirk, kissing my forehead before finally pulling out, and the loss hits me immediately.

He stands and walks out of the room, probably to dispose of the condom in the bathroom, and the emptiness, thecoldrushes in, but it’s not only physical—it’s that inevitable void when the connection breaks.

And I hate it.

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