Page 72 of Gathered Sparkle

And I don’t want to escape.

Not from him.

Not from this.

But instead of pressing into me, instead of giving me what I know we both want, he grips my hips and—

In one swift motion, he rolls us over.

I gasp into his mouth as I land on top of him, my thighs straddling his waist, his cock pressing between us, hot and heavy and so fucking hard.

I know what he’s doing. He’s letting me take control. Letting me decide. Letting me own this moment as much as he does.

But it’s still his game.

And I’m more than happy to play.

“Fuck, Novalee,” he groans out, his head tipping back, his hands sliding over my thighs like he’s barely resisting the urge to grip harder. To pin me down instead.

His control is slipping. And I want to be the one to break it.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about when you pleaded for me to fuck you. How I had to hold on to a thread not to push up into you.” He thrusts up, his cock gliding along my wetness, teasing me. The friction is enough to send a shockwave through my body. Enough to have me chasing it. “I need you like that,” he breathes out, his voice rough with restraint. “I need you desperate for me.”

“I am,” I gasp, rocking my hips forward, dragging my pussy along his length, shuddering at the pressure of it against my clit.

It’s barely anything, barely enough, and yet—

I swear I might come from just this.

His hands slide up to grip my hips tighter. “Beg.”

It’s a sharp, demanding command.

And God, I love it.

I should tease him. Push back. But I’m already too far gone.

“Please,” I whimper.

“More words, precious,” he growls out. Low, wrecked. Like he needs to hear it just as much as I need to say it.

“I need you,” I breathe out, my hands sliding over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. “I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me exactly how you want tofuck me.” My lips brush against his, my breath mingling with his as I whisper, “Show me that I’m yours.”

A low, feral sound escapes him. His fingers dig into my waist, his hold so firm that it steals the breath from my lungs. “I will.” Then, with a wicked smirk, he adds, “But first, you’re going to ride me.”

Yes, please.

I lift myself so that he can bring the head of his cock to my entrance, and every nerve ending in my body strains toward him. I sink down slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching me inch by inch. My breath stutters, my body clenching around him as I take him deeper.

“That’s it.” His voice is pure sin, his eyes locked on mine, dark and heavy-lidded. “Eyes on me while you take my cock.”

I press down farther, my walls stretching, accommodating his girth. A whimper slips from me as I finally settle, his cock buried deep inside me, the stretch exquisite, the fullness stealing my breath.

I feel him everywhere.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he rasps, his fingers digging into my skin. “So tight. So perfect.”

I shift my hips, a ripple of pleasure rolling through me. His hands slide up my sides, thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending sparks straight to my core. I roll my hips again, this time harder, and a groan breaks from his throat.

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