Page 104 of When Glitter Meets Gold

She leans back on her hands, looks him in the eye and opens her legs wide.

An obstruction forms in his throat. He was only joking. She could distract him all she wanted.

“Nope,” he chokes out. Even though he’s loosening his belt and unzipping his pants.

Sara gets up, turns away from him, places one knee on the bed before she’s slowly crawling away from him, her hips deliberately swaying to give him full view of her glistening pink slit that’s already wet with arousal.

“Nope…” he growls under his breath as she starts to move again.Nope,he thinks as he unbuttons his shirt and tugs off his tie.

She lowers her chest, goes facedown into a pillow, keeping her ass in the air, like a stretching feline, all so his eyes can feast on every inch of her pussy that’s begging to be fucked.

“Jesus Christ, yes!” he barks, crossing the room at last.

He loses his shoes and socks, steps out of his pants, andwhen he’s wearing nothing but his boxer briefs while taking in the delicious sight in front of him, he knows only one thing. There’s not a scenario on this earth that could stop him from worshipping her for as long as she’ll allow it, because holy fucking shit, this woman is about to bring him to his knees.

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SARA

This is the moment I realize that sticking your entire uncovered ass and pussy in the air, arching your back, and moaning into bedsheets, can only be done in front of someone you are extremely comfortable with. At least for me, that’s the case.

I needed a connection, I needed to feel safe, protected. And right now, with my hips above my body and my diamante’s glittering, I’ve never felt so secure in my entire life.

Jack is like a favorite comfort movie, something warm and familiar, something you kept close, something that could stick with you always…

He doesn’t make me think about my average-sized breasts, or the fact that I’ve decided one is definitely a little larger than the other. He doesn’t make me think about the pouch below my waist where no matter how hard I try I just can’t seem to get the skin to flatten out. He doesn’t make me think about the texture of my skin, and how it’s never quite passed as flawless or even toned despite the small fortune Ispend on facials and laser treatments. He makes me feel sexy and confident, and he looks at me like I’m a precious stone.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Jack groans from behind me at last, sinking both hands into the meat of each of my ass cheeks. “Every part of you.”

Finally feeling his hands on me, I moan into the soft linen at my face. I get the urge to reach my hand between my legs, but when I attempt to touch myself, Jack stops me.

“No,” he says as I feel his breath against the soft flesh on the curve of my butt. He grazes his teeth and plants gentle kisses before he drags his tongue all the way down my slit. “This is mine tonight.”

I almost disintegrate as I suck in a gasp. “Oh my god.” My fingers curl into the sheets.

“You’re already so wet for me,” Jack breathes. “You should see how perfect you look from here, baby. So perfect.” He slides a finger against the folds of my pussy, rocking my hips gently. I groan and cry out because it’s so fucking good, but I need to feel him inside me. “Jack, please…I need your cock, I need it now.”

Chuckling comes from behind me before he grips my hips and pulls me up, crushing my back against his chest to where he stands at the edge of the bed. My legs part to anchor myself on my knees as his arm comes around my middle and he’s cupping my breasts. “You’ll get it,” he growls. “Don’t worry.” His other hand traces down my stomach, past the lines of diamantes, until his entire huge hand covers my whole pussy. He holds me close, every part of me hugged tight, a gripping, possessive hold that sends shocks of delight through my center.

His hips push against my back, inviting me to feel how hard he’s become in these last few moments. My headthrusts back over his shoulder as he growls into my ear. “I can’t wait to watch you take me inside you.” Our hips rock together, his palm pressing into my pussy, massaging against my clit and my slickness until he slips two fingers inside my wet heat. “You take me so well.”

His fingers work in and out of my pussy, his other hand gripping at my breasts, fingertips biting down on my nipples. I arch against him, riding his hand and gasping as I fist my hands into his hair.

“Jack, please…”

“You need my cock now, don’t you?” he says, voice gritty against my ear.

“Yes, now. I need you,” I beg as a swell forms deep in my stomach as I continue to grind my pussy against his hand.

He releases me so he can tug down his boxer briefs, immediately causing his cock to spring free and press against my back.

His hands find my hips, and then I can feel the thick tip of his cock press against my entrance.

I raise my arms above my head, knotting my fingers into his hair while his lips trace the crevice of my neck.

Then my hips are tilting, my back arching, my mouth gaping wide as Jack begins to thrust into me. Slow, punishing strokes that make me cry with pleasure every inch he sinks inside me.

“I’ve missed that tight little pussy.” His mouth sinks to my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re so fucking tight, Sara.”

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