Page 108 of Creed

Something in his eyes shifts and I know I’ve got his wild side wanting to come out to play. He reaches up and thumbs my bottom lip, pulling it down and leans in to bite it when it snaps back into place. His face is still covered in my lipstick and it only serves to heighten how turned on I am when I look at him. “You want me to fuck this pretty mouth of yours?”

“Yes,” I rasp, desperate to be used by him. I give his cock a firm pump, brushing my thumb over his piercing, drawing a hiss from his pouty lips.

He fists my hair at the back of my head, his grip tight with just the right amount of pain to keep me grounded in this moment with him. He leans in and kisses me one more time before using his grip on me to guide me down to his awaiting cock. I give it a squeeze, causing it to flex in my grip and I kiss the tip of it softly. I can’t help but grin to myself when I hear a quiet groan escape his lips.

“How do you want this, baby? Because once I start, I won’t be stopping until I’m coming down this perfect throat.” I think about it for a moment before I look up at him from beneath my lashes and he must see my silent request because he chuckles, but there’s no humor behind it. No, it’s laced with darkness and promises of filthy fantasies come to life. “You don’t want it soft and sweet, do you?”

I shake my head and whisper, “No.”

My breaths are coming faster at the thought of Creed being rough with me. I need his own brand of aggression to erase every time I was mishandled and touched against my will by men who used their roughness as an act of power over me that’s been abused time and time again. Creed would never hurt me unless I asked him to. I trust him to treat me the way I’m silently begging him to without making me feel powerless.

“Well then,” He says before gripping my cheeks in his free hand, forcing my lips to open from the pressure. His bright eyes darken and gives me a malevolent grin that sends a shiver up my spine that has my thighs clenching again. “Let’s see how long baby girl can hold her breath, shall we?”

His words are the only warning I get before he guides my lips to his cock and I take him in. He bobs my head a few times, allowing me to lube up his dick with my tongue before he lifts his hips to push himself impossibly deeper into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and I feel the coolness of his piercing gliding along my walls before I gag. He still hasn’t pushed me far enough but my wanting doesn’t last long before his grip releases my hair and shifts to my neck at the base of my skull.

“Take a deep breath,” He grits out and waits for me to take a deep breath. “Relax your jaw.” He commands next and I try, I really do, but his cock is so fucking wide that my mouth is already stretched to the max. Once he’s satisfied with my efforts, he takes no mercy on my throat.

Creed starts to roll his hips, fucking up into my mouth and I can’t help but moan around him. The sound opens up my throat even more and it allows his cock to slip even deeper into my mouth. I officially can’t breathe but this is what I asked for. He isn’t gentle as he grips my neck and pulls his pleasure from me in rough strokes of his cock, completely obliterating my throat in the process. I’m making a mess of him with every bit of saliva that drips down and around his shaft, the wet sounds of him fucking my face mixed with the garbled moans trying to escape my body fill the quiet space of the car and it’s a filthy soundtrack made specifically for my libido.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Collins.” I hear the thud of his head against the headrest and his grip on my neck tightens slightly as he continues his onslaught against my mouth. “You’re doing so fucking good, taking all of my cock like a good girl.”

My body starts to fight for air and my nails of one hand dig into abdomen while the other squeezes harder around his cock and starts to stroke in tandem with the way he’s fucking me. My lungs are on fire and are crying desperately for a breath, but I won’t give in. I fucking love the way Creed is using me relentlessly. It makes me feel dirty, but in the best way because I know that it’s me that’s giving him this pleasure. The way he continually moans my name tells me that it’s also me he’s picturing when he closes his eyes. I fucking love this man and I want to do and be everything he needs.

I feel his cock pulse and he suddenly yanks me off of his length, his eyes wild as they take in my messy state. I’m sure what’s left of my minimal makeup is now running with the tears that are flowing freely down my face. My mouth is still hanging open, a line of spit connecting my lips to his cock and he surprises me when he uses his thumb to sever the connection and stuffs the digit into my mouth.

He leans forward, his eyes dark as he commands, “Suck.”

So I do. I continue to jerk his cock as I pull his thumb deeper into my mouth and suck it as though it were his dick. He groans at the sight. “Are you ready to swallow all of me, Stardust?”

I try to nod, but he uses his thumb in my mouth to grip my chin and hold me still.

“Words, baby, I need to hear them.”

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. I want everything he’s willing to give me. I want it all from him.

He pulls his thumb from my mouth and guides me back to his hard shaft, the metal glinting in the dim light of the garage through the tinted windows of the car. “Milk me dry, baby.”

He doesn’t even need to force me down because I’ve already wrapped my lips around him and in a few bobs of my head, I’ve got him at the back of my throat again. He keeps his hand off my neck and instead I feel his hand reach over, grabbing a handful of my ass and squeezing as I bottom out, his cock lodged deep down my throat. I can’t move that much, and I feel saliva collecting in my mouth so I try to swallow and that has Creed nearly yelping and bucking up into me.

“Shit,” He pants, his breaths coming quicker as I keep sucking and pumping his cock. “Do that again, please.”

Yes, sir.

I push myself down onto him as far as my throat will allow and when I feel him hit the back of my throat, I take a deep breath and try to swallow again, my throat constricting around his head. With a final curse as a warning, my mouth is flooded with heat as he comes apart at the seams for me. I try to swallow it all, but gravity isn’t my friend and some of it runs down his shaft. I don’t let it go to waste though, because as soon as I feel Creed start to come down, his body relaxing, I allow myself to pop off of his cock only to dart my tongue out and lick up the rest of his release.

“Fucking Christ.” Creed curses.

He helps to pull me back to a vertical position and cups my face. A small smile is playing at his lips when he leans his forehead against me. “You’re amazing, Collins.” He huffs a quiet laugh, “How fucking lucky am I?”

I smile back as my heart melts even more for him, and we both sit there just breathing each other in for a moment before leaning in to kiss me long and deep. I wouldn’t think he’d want to taste himself on me, but boy was I wrong. His tongue explores my mouth and the passion in his kiss has me wanting to crawl across the center console and into his lap.

He pulls away after we’ve both become breathless and he glances at the clock. “Let’s go, baby,” he says as he kisses me one last time and allows me to straighten in my seat. I move to check my face but he grabs my wrist as I reach for the visor mirror. “Leave it, I’m nowhere near finished with you tonight.” He smirks, “Plus, I like you looking messy for me.”

Oh, what the fuck? So that tells me I must look like a fucking ragamuffin.

He gets out of the car before I can argue and moves around to open my door for me. He opens the trunk of the car and pulls our bags out and slings both backpacks over his shoulder. Before he closes it, he pulls two beanie hats and puts one over my head and hands me a ridiculously large and feminine pair of sunglasses and hands them to me. I quirk a brow at him and immediately I don’t like the thought of him needing women’s sunglasses at the ready.

As if he can read my mind, he grins like he’s just struck gold as he places them on my face and leans in to kiss my nose. “They’re mine, Stardust. Riley thought it would be fucking hilarious to buy them for me when we needed them to get from place to place on our second tour together. Joke was on him because I wore these things everywhere.”

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