Page 83 of When Glitter Meets Gold

He tugs it off before it cuts off his circulation.

“Too small?” Sara gasps. He nods as she pushes her hips closer to him, grinding her pussy over his dick as her mouth comes to his ear. “That’s okay, I’m clean.”

Holy mother of God.“Same.”

“Clean and on the shot.” She chews at his ear lobe, grabs his dick and starts stroking him off again. “You can come inside me.”

He roars to stop himself spilling all over her hand.

“Alright, stop.” He grabs her wrist, puts his arm around her lower back and pulls her into his bare chest. He feels her thighs tighten at his waist as she looks momentarily shocked. They pant hot breath onto each other’s cheeks for a couple of moments before she smiles mischievously and starts grinding her hips on top of him. “Stop.” He says firmer, accompanied by another sharp pull. “How much have you had to drink?”

She rolls her eyes. “Just a little.”

“How much?” J says again, letting go of her wrist so hecan take her chin in his hand and angle her face toward him.

“Not much.” Sara pouts. “Now let go so I can slide you between my legs, and you can feel how wet I am…” She peels his fingers from her face, guiding his hand lower, lower…until his fingers are grazing against her soaked pussy. “See.” She starts moving her hips against his hand and,fuck, if it isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever witnessed.

Nevertheless…

He gathers all his strength as he tugs his hands from her, settling them back at her waist so he can control her body that’s hellbent on grinding against him. “You can use that dirty mouth on me all you like, I’m not fucking you drunk.”

She frowns. “Well good, because I’m not drunk.” There’s that assertive look, which means, here comes the sass. “Yes, I’ve had some wine, but not enough for you to feel like you’re taking advantage.” Her nails bite into the sleeves of his shirt before she drags them up his shoulders and over his chest muscles. “I’ve had just enough to ride your dick without being scared I’m going to be split down the middle,” she says somewhat seriously before grinning. “You’re huge by the way.” J shrugs, can’t deny that. She continues, “I can’t have sex with you for the first time completely sober. Not now, not ever. So, we either never have sex, or you get inside me right now.” His eyes ignite, his grip tightens on her hips. Sara gasps. “Gently.”

J’s hands move up her sides, his big hands spanning her ribcage, his pulse quickening again. “You’re really not drunk?”

“No, I promise.” She leans forward, brushing her mouth against his. “But the fact you care about that so much makes me want you even more. So much more.” She strokes his face.

“Yeah?” J’s hands drop to the curve of her ass, her skin is soft and warm and a little clammy beneath his touch. “How much more?”

Sara leans back a couple inches, her mouth pulling up at the corners. “Are you asking me to tell you what I want?”

Finally sure he isn’t taking advantage, he says, “You ask for it, I’m going to give it to you.” He’d give the girl on his lap every vital organ he had if she asked for them right now.

“I want you to pick me up,” she says. His fingers dig into her ass as he lifts her, pulling her to his chest, her thighs clenching around his middle, her tits level with his mouth again. Her head brushes the roof of the car while he grazes his teeth across her breasts, sucking and kissing and groaning as he waits for her next demand. “I want you to put me on top of your cock,” she pants, head back, throat exposed.

J lowers her, his hips adjusting to place his cock at the entrance of her pussy that feels slick and ready to take him.

“I want to feel you inside me, Jack. I need you.” Her breaths are shallow as her thighs tighten either side of his legs while she starts to rock her soaked folds over the head of his dick. If he lasted long enough to actually get inside her, it would be a miracle.

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he says, in a bid to order himself to keep his shit together.

He takes it slow at first, watching Sara’s body closely, watching her every twitch and reaction to him. Her hips move up and down, circling to take a little more of him with each stroke.

That first nudge inside her sends her moaning and dipping her hands into his hair. She’s so fucking tight, he’s got to concentrate not to blow all at once.

“Jack, oh my god,” she cries as she rocks her hips over him.

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he groans, sending his hips against her for the first time and causing her to cry out against his mouth. “You’re doing so fucking good.”

She squeezes his legs with her thighs as she pushes up from him, then eases up as she lowers herself, every stroke taking him deeper as he begins to fill her pussy completely. She rocks over his dick, adjusting to him with every slow stoke.

“I want…” Yes, he wants to know what’s in that pretty head. What she’s thinking, what she wants. She moans, “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, Jack. Because that’s what I’m going to do to you.”

Lord save him.

Her hips begin to speed up, until her ass is smacking against his legs as she rides his dick, faster, harder. He matches her pace, thrusting against her, his hands picking her up and slamming her back onto his cock with quick, forceful strokes that cause a cry to rip from her throat with every push.

Then she’s leaning back, her flesh glinting in the night, skin dusted with a light layer of moisture, cheeks glowing, breasts glistening.

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