Page 105 of When Glitter Meets Gold

I roll my hips, sinking down on his hardness as he begins to stretch me. His hand roams up my side, seeking out my breasts again, while the other comes around my thighs, reaching between my legs until he finds my clit.

“I’m tight because you’re so huge.” I scrape my fingers through his scalp as my inner walls adjust to him.

I know I’ll never get enough of this, never.

The moment I think he’s going to fully thrust inside me, he pulls out, grips my arms, twists me on the bed, and throws me onto my back. Any previous restraint is gone, blown to atoms.

My shoulders sink into the sponge-cakelike mattress as he lowers his body, his hands forming a cage next to my shoulders. He crushes his mouth to mine, wedging himself between my thighs. His mouth travels to the side of my neck where he scrapes his teeth against my throat. I look between our bodies, at the ridges carved into his stomach and the thickness of his length that brushes against my writhing hips.

My fingers twist into the sheets at my side as my body begs for his contact. A moan of approval sneaks out of him.

He leans to the side, pulls one of my legs up, my knee bending, my hip turning out to the side as he drags his length on top of the diamantes.

“You like them?” I whisper as I send my fingers behind his neck, clutching and pulling him close while a deep pinch builds in my stomach, the anticipation killing me. “I wore them in case the dress with the thigh slit wasn’t enough.”

He chuckles, kissing my neck and grazing his teeth over my jaw.

“So, the intention was always to seduce me?” When I nod, he answers by sweeping my bent knee around the side of his waist. “There isn’t a thing you could wear that wouldn’t make me want to put my cock inside of you, baby.”

Then he gets this look in his eye, like a lightning storm generating its charge. I feel him settle between my legs asour hips tilt and press against each other. My legs fall open wider, and my toes curl into the sheets as he draws back his hips and with one hard stroke, he thrusts inside me, filling me completely, hitting every nerve against my inner walls.

“Oh my god, yes,” I cry out as he draws back and slams into me again. My nails sink into his arms as I anchor myself to him. “Harder, I need you to fuck me harder, Jack.”

He grins down at me, his smile devious and wild and beautiful. He complies, thrusting against me with more force, and I cry out again, my back arching like I can’t get enough of him, greedily craving more, craving to be sent over the edge.

That deep twinge inside of my stomach grows.

He thrusts faster, harder, our bodies moving rhythmically in motion like there’s no better fit. My legs fall apart wider to allow more of him inside, as deep as I can take him.

“You’re gonna screw my diamonds right off my pussy, Jack.” I bite my bottom lip, grinning while he fucks me into the bed.

“I’ll get you more diamonds, baby,” he pants, forehead glistening with a sheen of moisture. “As many as you like.” Then his breaths become labored, his body tensing as he works his hips against me. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

He lowers his chest, his strokes slowing with more force.

I bite into his shoulder, clutching him against me as my orgasm begins to take over. “Me too...”

Heat floods between my legs as I let go, clenching around his cock as I ride out the most powerful of endings.

Jack tenses above me, his body on the tip of ecstasy as he expels a couple of shallow, throaty breaths before collapsing above me, arms just narrowly propping his torso up to keep from crushing down on me.

We lie like this for several moments as I listen to the sharp rise and fall of his chest.

When our breathing steadies and everything comes back into focus, he tilts his body and moves onto his side. An arm hooks around my middle, pulling my back tenderly into his chest.

And then for a while, it’s just the sounds of our breaths and the easy music playing from the shadowed corners of the room.

“So…” I stroke the thick, muscled ridge of his forearm that spans over my breasts. “You have to admit that was better than talking?”

Jack plants a kiss on top of my head. “Don’t think we’re not going to discuss that.” He slides his other hand down to the curve of my ass.

“Discuss what?” I say innocently.

“How you and your glitter pussy tricked me.” His hand grazes over the diamantes I’m amazed are still there. “What happened to ‘your weight is my weight?’”

I’m laughing hard. “I didn’t trick you, I just knew that sex would heal me better than talking.” I squirm around until I’m facing him, my hand coming to brush the damp hair from the side of his face. “And guess what? It worked, because now, there isn’t much weight left.”

I close my mouth over his, sucking at his bottom lip.

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