Page 73 of Painted Scars
My tongue flicks shallow and maddening, and her body tenses, needing more. I suck her clit into my mouth and hum low in my throat. She’s about to break, legs trembling, back arched, releasing a strangled gasp.
“Now, baby,” I command. “Come for me.”
I lick hard, and Glitter Bomb shatters, her thighs clamping on my head, her cries raw, fists pounding the bed, her body convulsing with the force of it. I hold her hips as she rides every wave with my mouth, gentling my strokes as she collapses, panting. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, starving for more.
“Very good, baby,” I rasp.
I’m already pulsing, rock-hard, and leaking at the tip. I pat her leg and get up to retrieve a condom and a toy from her nightstand drawer. Foil crinkles as I tear it open, and stroke the rubber over my cock with a hiss because I’m aching and too impatient to let her do it.
She smiles as I drag her fully onto the bed. I crawl over her body, kiss the inside of her knee, thigh, hip, all the way up to her plush stomach. Greedy fingers sift through my hair and tug. Making her wait a little longer, I trail kisses across her ribs, along her belly, licking a line of heat across her skin, branding her as mine.
I clasp her hips. “Up,” I instruct, and she lifts her hips, letting me drag the fabric down her legs and toss them aside.
Little vixen widens her knees to let me admire her swollen pussy.
I switch on the pink vibrator I switched out. “Ready for more glitter?”
Kate bites her lip and nods furiously.
“Good.” I push my cock into her in one punishing stroke, groaning as her heat grips me, tight as fucking sin. “Jesus, baby. You feel like fire.”
She moans, wraps her legs around my waist, and arches her back to take me deeper, offering herself to me without resisting. And fuck, more of me unravels inside her. I pull back, drive in again, and she cries out, head thrown back.
“Good girl,” I growl, lowering the buzzing toy to her clit. “Such a good fucking girl.”
I set a steady pace, her breasts bouncing with every snap of my hips. Raw, wrecked, and greedy noises she makes burn straight through my core. I reach beneath her, tilting her to take me deeper, and her body welcomes me.
I drop the vibrator to her comforter, lean down and drop my mouth to her ear. “You love this, don’t you? Being fucked like this? Being mine?” I fist her hair and tug. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she gasps, like it’s a prayer and my undoing.
I reward her with a sharp slap on her thigh and a harder thrust. She whines, teetering on the edge. I collar her throat, a tease of pressure, and she moans louder. My control frays.
“Color,” I croak, wanting her to speak.
“Sunset,” she pants. “Don’t stop.”
I return the toy to her pussy, mercilessly rimming her closer to release. Her thighs quake, and she’s so fucking close, I can feel it in the way her body clamps down, spasms pulling along my cock.
“Drench my cock, Glitter Bomb,” I command.
She does with a scream, and I fuck her through it, chasing my own end, her release tightening around me until I can’t hold back anymore. I bury myself deep and come with a hoarse grunt, hips jerking, vision blackening as white heat surges through me.
I collapse onto my forearms, panting onto her shoulder, caging her body with mine. “Fuck. You’re… unreal.”
She hums beneath me, rocking from aftershocks. “So are you, Grumpy Daddy.”
We lie there for a few beats, tangled and quiet, the room spinning with what we did. I lift off her and rest on my side, tracing her nipples, admiring her dazed and gorgeous smile.
The air between us has changed again. It’s softer, with something hanging between us that neither of us has the balls to name. I kiss her slowly and languorously, tasting her, running my palms along her sides.
Kate’s limp and sleepy, and I get up, dispose of my condom, stuffing it in my jacket. I bring a warm cloth back from the bathroom to wipe her pussy down with gentle care, watching her face the entire time. She curls my hair over her fingers, and I enjoy her touching me.
Once she’s clean, I tuck her under the covers and slide in beside her, pulling her to my chest. She burrows into me like she belongs there. “So… how long were you planning to stay?”
I could keep it casual. Stay until she’s not in danger anymore. But then I’d be lying to myself…
“All night, baby.” I kiss her temple. “Keep that blindfold on.”
