Page 72 of When Glitter Meets Gold

Not wet, soaked.

“Then make me feel good,” I moan into his mouth. “You have no idea how much I wanted to feel you inside me in that meeting room. I didn’t want you to stop when you did. Does that tell you why I’m here?” I find my voice at last, drawing him into me, hungry for his mouth to be on mine again.

Jack’s entire body stiffens.

His head drops to my ear and his hands move to the countertop beside my ass where I see his fingers bite into the marble.

“Fuck,” he grinds out, like he’s never practiced so much restraint. “Yeah. That explains why you’re here,” he says slowly, like he’s trying to form a distraction in his mind. It doesn’t work, because I can feel him through the seam of his sweatpants, swelling against me.

“But here’s the thing,” He slaps a hand against the side of my ass,hard.I yelp as the tingling sting sends a thrill of pleasure coursing through my entire body. “You’ve been playing games with me all night. So if you want something from me, I need to hear you ask for it.”

“It’s not a game. It’s not like that,” I whisper, running my teeth over his ear lobe.

“Oh, it’s a game, pigtails. A game where you say jump and I leap for the fucking sky. That’s what you do to me. But it’s okay, because for you, I’ll play.”

I wriggle on the island, my legs shamelessly slipping around Jack’s waist.Pigtails?Yeah, I can work with that.

“I kissed you, we broke the rules,” I whine, my bodybegging him to touch me where I need him to. “What else do you need from me?”

His hand leaves the countertop to trace along the side of my thigh, over the material of my skirt before sliding beneath my blouse. The sensation of his touch against my skin sends a ripple of heat coursing through me, triggering a series of feathery moans to slip from my throat.

“I need three things from you.” He finds my breasts again, then tugs down at the lace of my bra and starts to massage my nipples in slow excruciating circles. My back continues to arch into his touch. “First, I need you to let me do something for you. Something that doesn’t involve me asking for anything in return. You understand?” He slips his hands out from my blouse, runs his fingers down my legs, before sliding me away from him on the island, guiding me onto my back.

“Mhmm.” I manage to moan as the ache swelling inside me climbs to new heights.

Jack grabs my ankles and puts them over his big shoulders, his hands gripping my ass beneath my skirt that’s ridden up past my thighs. “Second, I need you to get real noisy when I play with your pussy and make you come against my tongue.”

Holy shit.

“I said I’d give you things you can’t find anywhere else…” he growls. “You’re about to have one of those things.”

My pussy is throbbing and he hasn’t even touched me. My back is already arching while my eyelashes flutter, my eyes fixating on a spot on the ceiling, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as the anticipation kills me. A whispered laugh comes from above me. “Third thing I need, is to hear you say you want me to kiss you. I need to hear you ask for it. No more games.”

His fingers begin to stroke the material of my thong, sliding up and down my center. I writhe beneath his touch and push my hips into him as he massages the material, circling over my pussy. I inhale deeply, knowing I must be flushing scarlet because there’s no way he can’t feel the moisture already gathered there.

“You want me to kiss your clit, you ask for it baby.”

“Jack…” I plead.

“Say it.”

My nails sink into the marble at my sides, and when it gets too much, I pant, “Kiss me. Please. Please, just kiss me. I want you to kiss me, Jack.”

“Good girl.”

He hooks a finger beneath the thong, pulling it to the side and exposing me bare. I look up at him from my back to find him grinning at me. “You’re beautiful. So fucking perfect.” His mouth travels against the inside of my thigh, grazing the soft flesh with his teeth.

Then, his fingers slide against my wet center, tracing over my folds and massaging my pussy.

My hips rise and I gasp from the thrill of his touch, every nerve ending tingles.

He presses me hard into the marble, keeping me still. “Keep those noises coming,” he says. “Let me hear them. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I say, right before he slips a finger into me, and then another. “Jesus, how can I stop?” He begins to slide in and out of my slickness as I cry out in pleasure like I’ve been starved my entire life.

Then, he drags his tongue over my pussy, and oh my god, I don’t even know if I’m in my own body anymore. Heat flames between my legs as his tongue licks into my folds, working me into a frenzy. And when he plants a kiss againstthat most sensitive spot, I know I could come apart any second because the ache swelling at my clit is enough to send me over the edge.

I reach down, sink my hands into his hair and moan his name. “Jack…oh my god, Jack.”

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