Page 37 of His Sacrifice

“We shouldn’t be...”

“We should,” I growled softly in her ear, pulling her even closer.

Her breath hitched again as I straightened and cupped her cheek in my hand. Her eyes were heated with desire, and she licked her lips nervously. “Take me home,” she whispered.

Chapter Seventeen

Jada

Creed cruised the streets of downtown Chicago with practiced ease, one hand on the steering wheel, the other gently caressing my thigh. His touch was electric, sending shivers up my spine as he traced small, tantalizing circles through the thin fabric. The city lights cast a warm glow through the car windows, creating a sensual ambiance that heightened my awareness of every movement, every caress.

His fingers trailed higher, pulling up the hem of my dress, and I could feel the heat building between us. I glanced over at him, his focused expression softened by a smirk that told me he knew exactly what he was doing. The tension between us was palpable, and I found myself leaning into his touch, craving more.

We pulled into the underground garage, the car descending into the shadows. As soon as Creed killed the engine, his hands were all over me. He lifted me over the center console in one swift motion, and I straddled his waist, my dress hiking up in the process.

“We should go upstairs, but I can’t wait. I need you right now,” he growled, his voice husky with desire.

I wasn’t going to complain. As long as Creed’s lips were on me and his hands were caressing my body, I was good. “This is good,” I moaned as his lips blazed a trail over the swell of my breasts, his breath hot against my skin.

He kissed his way up to my neck, nibbling and sucking, and I arched my back, giving him better access. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and I could feel his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch. The confined space of the car only added to the intensity, making every touch and kiss feel even more urgent.

Creed’s hands slid under my dress, his fingers tracing the edges of my panties before slipping beneath. I gasped, my hips bucking against his touch, and he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I responded by grinding my hips against him, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against me. The friction sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I couldn’t help but moan his name.

“Creed,” I panted, my voice barely above a whisper.

He captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a possessive hunger that left me breathless. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

We moved together in a frantic and perfectly synchronized rhythm, our bodies seeking release. The car’s confined space amplified the heat between us, making every touch, every kiss, feel even more intense.

My fingers found the button of his pants and popped it open. I slid the zipper down, and Creed lifted enough to tug his pants and underwear.

I pulled my dress up, and Creed tugged my panties down my thighs. I positioned myself over her rock-hard cock, and slowly sunk down on it.

“God damn,” Creed growled.

God damn, indeed.

As his fingers found my clit, I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure as I moved up and down his shaft. Creed’s lips never left my body, his kisses growing more demanding as he brought me closer to the edge. His cock filled me full, and a moan ripped from my lips.

“Come for me, Jada,” he whispered against my lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

With a final, desperate thrust, I fell apart in his arms, my body shaking with the force of my climax. Creed held me close, his lips capturing my cries of pleasure as he followed me over the edge, his own release shuddering through him.

We clung to each other, both of us breathless and spent, the air thick with the scent of our passion. As the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, I rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the confined space of the car.

“That was...” I started, struggling to find the words.

“Incredible,” Creed finished for me, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

I nodded, my heart still racing. “Yeah, incredible.”

He pressed a tender kiss to my lips before gently guiding me back into my seat. “Let’s go upstairs,” he said, his voice soft but filled with promise.

We adjusted our clothes and stepped out of the car, our legs a bit unsteady. As we made our way to the elevator, Creed’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. The ride up was silent but charged with the lingering heat of our encounter.

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