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Iwant my hands all over her. My mouth is on her shoulder, moving higher to her neck, behind her ear as I continue to pinch and tease her nipples.

My shirt is open, and I step back, catching her wrist and leading her to my bedroom. She’s a vision in nothing but a thong and heels, full breasts bouncing as she walks, ass flexing.

“Fuck me,” I groan, fumbling with my belt and jamming my zipper down.

Shoving the pants to the floor, I go to the nightstand to pull out the entire box of condoms. It’s going to be a long night.

When I turn to face her, the breath hisses from my lungs. She’s standing, breathing heavily, her hair flowing, watching me with her lips parted. Reaching down, I slide my palm over the slickness leaking from my dick as my eyes travel down her hips to her bare pussy partially covered by the smallest scrap of lace.

My face was there last time we were together. She flooded me with orgasm then ran away, only to taunt me from the stage, knowing what she’d done. A sinister grin curls my lips as I watch her panting, waiting to see what I’ll do next.

Closing the space between us, I cup her breast with my hand, circling the tight nipple with my thumb. Then I bring my hand to her chin, sliding my thumb between her pillow lips into her mouth.

Blinking, she slides her tongue against my finger before closing her lips around it, locking her eyes on mine and sucking. It’s all I needed to know.

“Get on your knees.”

CHAPTER16

GIA

Iam Glitter Girl.

Glitter Girl is me.

Energy thrums against my skin as I stand fully nude except for the micro thong covering the front of my pussy. Trip’s eyes are drunk with lust, and I feel beautiful, powerful. I’ve never been completely bare in front of a man, and I want it to be for him, for his eyes only.

The only item of clothing he wears is the shirt I unbuttoned in the elevator. The salt from his skin is still on my tongue. His cock is thick and turgid, long and veiny. A shiny drop is on the tip, and I can’t tear my eyes off him. I’ve never seen a hard, angry dick up close and personal before.

He touches my breasts again, and I swallow a moan as he lifts and pinches my nipples. Each touch is possessive and lusty, and I want him to savor my body. Last time we were together, I got a little taste of what he can do to me. I want more.

Now his hand is on my jaw. His thumb is in my mouth, and I remember Bianca’s words. My body knows what to do. Itislike dancing, a primitive dance I was born knowing.

Curling my tongue around the thick digit, I slide it up and down, thinking how it will make him feel if I do the same on that part of him straining for release.

“Get on your knees,” he rasps, and I immediately comply.

A fluffy rug is at the foot of the bed, and I place my palms on his muscular thighs. His body is lean but tautly lined, and his chest is lightly dusted with hair. Leaning closer, I slide my hands closer, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft.

I have watched porn, and even if it is fantasy and exaggeration, I have a general idea of what I’m doing and what seems to evoke the loudest moans. Licking out my tongue, I focus on the tip, sucking lightly as I trace my nails lightly under his balls.

“Fuck,” he groans, threading his fingers in the side of my hair.

A thrill tickles low in my belly, and wetness slides through my core. I’m doing it right. I’m making him feel the way he made me feel, and the encouragement drives me on. Curling my fingers around the shaft, I slowly pull it to my lips as I suck him further into my throat.

Another deep groan, and his grip on my head curls and tightens. I’m bobbing my mouth faster, dropping my jaw and moving my hands to his ass. Lifting my eyes, he’s watching me, lips parted, eyes glassy with need.

“You’re amazing,” he hisses as I lean back, focusing on the tip as my hands return to pumping his shaft.

“I want to make you come.” I can do this. I am the object of his desire.

Reaching down, he lifts me to my feet, holding me by the elbows before pulling me against his chest. Our mouths seal together for another demanding, pussy-drenching kiss. His tongue slides against mine, and he bites the seam of my lips before pulling away.

“Get on the bed.”

Turning, I’m ready to do as he says when I notice it’s an all-white duvet with a thin, black stripe embroidered around the edge. It seems very fine and expensive.

When I hesitate, he frowns, seeming angry. “What?”

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