Page 119 of Creed

“Where the fuck do you hide that thing in those tight pants you wear all the time, man?” Creed says jokingly, like he isn’t still buried balls deep and thrusting inside of Collins. Like we’re not experiencing all of my sexual firsts for the first time together, while at the same time partaking in our first threesome together. This is definitely not the environment for casual conversation or jokes, but here he is—Creed being unapologetically Creed—completely unbothered.

“What? It’s not… I didn’t think it was that big.” I sputter out the last words and my whole body shivers when our sly little minx between us leans forward and flicks her tongue up the underside of my cock and hums when she gets to the precum leaking from the tip.

“Riley,” Creed deadpans, then pulls out of Collins, her little whine of protest slipping out as she continues stroking and licking me. My eyes roll back at the sensation because it’s getting harder to concentrate on anything that isn’t her hands or mouth, but I barely manage to follow Creed’s nod down at his own dick. My eyes widen when I see the two thick metal balls sticking out the tip and underside of his apparently bionic dick.

I snap my head back up to him and he chuckles low, his brows raised in amusement. “Look, I know I’ve got a pretty good sized dick,” Collins’ shoulders shake in silent laughter and he promptly smacks her on the ass, turning her laughter into a moan as he continues talking while rubbing out the spot he just spanked, “but now I’m glad I’ve got some extra equipment, knowing I have to compete with that fucking baseball bat swinging between your legs.”

“There is no competition, Creed.” She rasps as she reaches back with her free hand and grips his cock, giving him a few pumps before guiding him back into her awaiting pussy. She pushes herself back onto him, rocking her hips forward and back until she’s fully seated and moans loudly, earning a groan from Creed as he grips her hips. “Now I need you to fuck me hard because I need to taste Riley.” She looks up at me and her doe-eyed expression portrays an innocence that has no place in this room full of sins. “I want to feel this cock hit the back of my throat. So fucking grip my hair and fuck my skull, Riley Graves. I want to taste you for days.”

Her words may as well be a Goddess’ command, because holy. Fucking. Shit.

This is a whole new side of Collins that I never knew could exist. I knew she had a bossy mouth on her, but had no idea it existed in the bedroom, too. Judging by the way Creed curses under his breath, he obviously enjoys it, as much as I do.

But realization hits me and it gives me pause for a moment, because she’s not just dirty talking me. She’s giving me instructions without giving away my naivety and shining a spotlight on the fact that I’ve got no experience. She’s telling me exactly what she wants and how she wants it.

Fuck, I could marry this woman tomorrow for everything she’s doing for me while still wringing her pleasure from Creed.

“You heard our girl,” Creed says, groaning as he thrusts so hard her whole body jolts forward and she cries out in pleasure, her voice breaking at the pitch she reaches.

But she quickly rights herself, her eyes meeting mine as she commands, “be a good boy and fuck my face.”

My body threatens to collapse at the phrase good boy. Having never had a sexual experience that wasn’t my fist, I didn’t even consider what kinks I’d be into. But fuck, I’d do anything she asked, if it meant she’d call me her good boy again.

“Mm,” Creed hums, observing my reaction. “I think he likes that, baby.” He says as he slaps her ass again, and she moans, pressing her ass back into his palm as he smooths out the sting.

“Fuck yes,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I look down at Collins and she gives me a subtle nod before she wraps her pretty lips around the head of my cock and sucks. Stars instantly flash in my vision and I have to fight to not come immediately in her mouth.

I sink my fingers into her hair as she pulls out, running her wet lips up and down each side of my shaft, licking and kissing all sides, lubing it with her own spit. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking seen in my entire life.

Her hand continues to jerk my cock as her mouth seals around my length once more, her head bobbing as she sinks deeper and deeper. She’s barely halfway down the length of my cock before I feel the back of her throat and she gags once before inhaling through her nose and sinks even farther. The feel of my length slipping deeper into her mouth, down her throat sends a rush of euphoria throughout my body, making me shiver.

She continues the slow motions, hollowing out her cheeks, sucking with the perfect fucking pressure and pushes herself deeper and deeper until I know she can’t possibly fit any more of me. I glance down to see she’s still got the length of her fist wrapped around my base, squeezing me tight and she swallows several times around my cock.

I see white.

Fucking Christ. “Do that again.” I whimper. Fucking whimper, because that was holy hell that was an other-worldly sensation.

She listens and does it again and I hiss a curse at the feel of her throat squeezing impossibly tight around the head of my cock. She pops off and sucks in a deep breath, a string of saliva connecting her now swollen lips to the tip of my dick.

“Are you alright?” I pant, my fingers still gripping her hair. Her makeup is beautifully smeared and running down her cheeks.

“Mhmm,” she hums while still sucking down deep breaths. I’m about to tell her that she doesn’t have to torture herself by getting me off, but she dives back in, testing the limits of how far she can go before I can even form another word.

Once she’s comfortable with how much of me she can take, Creed—ever observant—takes note and begins to pound into her once more with a voracious intensity that has me fucking her throat without even having to move.

Heat spreads throughout my body, the feeling coiling tight and low in my belly, and it feels like it’s ready to fucking snap. I tighten my grip on her hair when she hums around my length and the vibration pushes me closer to the brink.

My head drops back and I moan at the ceiling, my hips starting to move on their own accord and I faintly hear Collins hum her approval through the buzzing now sounding through my ears at my impending orgasm. I don’t want to come yet, though. I’ve been craving her pussy and I want my first time with her to be spent pouring all of myself inside of her while having her fuck me.

I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood as my head drops back down to see my girl looking at me through wet lashes, her lips stretched around my hard length, her lithe body bouncing back and forth between me and Creed.

His movements stutter and his hands tighten to a bruising grip on her hips.

“I’m gonna fucking come, baby.” He pants out, reaching around to stroke her clit. “I want you to come on my cock while I fill up your sweet little pussy.” She screams out around my cock at whatever he’s doing with his hand and she shatters. I watch in the moonlit room as goosebumps spread across her skin and her whole body twitches from the sensation of her orgasm rocking throughout her body.

Feeling my own orgasm threatening to erupt, I quicky pull out of her and the pout she gives me is so fucking adorable. I grip her cheeks, pressing them together softly as I bend down and hover right in front of her face. “I don’t want my first time with you to end with me coming inside your mouth.” I say in such a low tone, it’s nearly a whisper.

She pants with exhaustion, but understanding shines in her eyes and she nods through my grip. I release her at the same time Creed pulls out and kisses the top of her head, telling her what a good fucking girl she is, and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. I watch the shudder that rolls through her body at the praise he gives her. It’s the same reaction that happened to me when my Snow called me a good boy.

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