Page 97 of Creed

My thighs are already quivering as he coaxes me down. I move to sit up, wanting his lips on mine, wanting to taste myself in his kiss. I want more than that, if I’m being honest. I want to feel his cock, for real this time. I want to stroke him from root to tip and make him moan and rip his pleasure from him like he’s done to me. More than that, I want to taste him. I want to see if I was right in feeling that piercing at the tip of his cock. I’m practically dripping with the need to take him to the back of my throat and let him fuck my skull until my eyes water and I can’t breathe. I’ve never been a forward person when it comes to sexual experiences, but knowing I belong to Creed, and he belongs to me? It makes me fucking feral to take control. I want to do just that but his grip on my thighs tightens and he tuts with a menacing grin on his face.

“You didn’t think I was finished with you, did you?”

“I—but I-I already…I wanted to?—”

“One is never enough when it comes to your pleasure, Collins. Give me another.” He demands as he presses one finger into my aching pussy, pumping a few times before adding another. “What a fucking delicious sight. Your pussy looks so fucking pretty when it’s filled with my fingers. I can’t wait to watch my cock sink so deep inside of you that you’ll never be rid of the feeling of me fucking you. I’ll fucking imprint it within your walls until your pussy knows it was made for me.”

This wild and uncontrolled, possessive version Creed is not the same Creed that I grew up with. He’s different at times, yet in others, he’s very much the same. He’s become this contradictory enigma that I can’t explain, but I don’t hate the change, either. It’s exciting, not knowing which version of Creed that I’ll get. Even as a kid, I knew he was no saint when it came to women. I knew he and Asher practically bathed in female attention when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. I was irrationally jealous, considering I was half Creed’s age, but I couldn’t help it. The fact that I get him now, though? That he wants me in every way that two people can want each other? I’m afraid this is all a dream and I’ll wake up, still in that house, bound and gagged in my bed, waiting for his wrath.

Before my brain can spiral into dissociation, the sound of Creed spitting just as a cold wetness hits my clit has me snapping back into the moment. My eyes widen Creed greedily licks up the wetness, collecting it on the end of his tongue before dipping his head further between my thighs. I cry out, twisting and tangling my fingers deeper into his hair at the feeling on his tongue dipping inside of my entrance along with his fingers that are already fucking hooked deep inside me, slowly coaxing more pleasure from my body. His mouth is like a goddamned siphon, because when he works his way back up and his lips close around my clit and suck, a second orgasm is ripped from me out of nowhere.

What kind of fucking voodoo magic is he working with his fingers and tongue?

But I’ve had enough of not being able to touch him. So with a whole lot of bravado and the hope that this move doesn’t flop, in one motion I hook my feet beneath his torso, squeeze his beautiful head between my thighs and throw all my body weight into rolling us over.

“What—” he doesn’t have time to protest when I release him and swing my body around, my head now by his crotch and my ass near his face. I grin to myself, proud that it actually fucking worked as I make quick work of releasing his cock from the confines of his destroyed black jeans. I’m aware I’m nearly naked while he’s still fully dressed, but I couldn’t care less right now. I just have to taste him.

When his cock springs free I nearly moan at the sight of it alone. It’s thick and veiny, with a silver piercing glinting in the soft light of the room. The tip of his dick is already beading with precum and my mouth salivates at the sight. Without waiting another second, I lean down and lick the wetness and this time I do moan at the taste of him.

“Fuuuuck, baby.” Creed breathes beneath me and shivers when I do it again. “You keep making noises like that and you’ll find my cock in the back of your throat.”

“Mm,” I hum, gripping him at the base and licking up and down each side of his cock, wetting his shaft with my tongue. “That’s exactly what I’m hoping for.”

I don’t know who I am right now, but I’ll be damned if I stop to evaluate what kind of hussy I’ve turned into. I swirl my tongue around the tip before sucking him deep, my head bobbing and sliding further down his shaft until my lips meet where my fingers are gripping him. I shift my hand lower, allowing myself to take him deeper. I’ve never given a blowjob before…willingly, but I know what to do and I know how badly I want to swallow his whole cock. So I keep working myself deeper and deeper until I find myself taking a deep breath before his cock slides all the way to the back of my throat, cutting off my airway.

Creed lets out a loud, moaning curse and his hips buck involuntarily, lodging himself even deeper down my throat. I hold him there for a moment before working my throat to swallow, the muscles contracting around the head of his cock and he practically yells out my name. The way I’m unraveling him is turning me on even more than before. I back off his cock with a gasp when he grips my ass and buries his face within my pussy again. My body is still reeling from the first two orgasms he wrung from my body and I feel that familiar heat starting to build in my core again.

I briefly look over my shoulder and though I can’t see his face as he eats me, the sight of his tanned, tattooed fingers in stark contrast to the pale flesh of my ass is an erotic sight to behold. My voice breaks on a shout when he plunges two fingers deep into my heat again, his tongue working double time.

“My perfect, dirty girl, I’m going to need you to come again for me. Fucking soak my face, Collins.” He demands before doubling his efforts, his fingers setting a near-punishing pace within me. My body threatens to buckle when he crooks his fingers and curls them against my g-spot.

No fucking way am I coming again before I can make Creed blow so I pull all my focus back to Creed’s cock and take him into my mouth again. I use both hands to wring the bottom of his shaft at the same time I suck him as deep as I can. It’s getting harder to focus when Creed moans deep and low over my efforts and the vibration against my clit ricochets throughout my body and I feel myself barreling towards the cliff of bliss and ecstasy, nearing the tipping point.

Fuck, I need him to come. I pull my mouth from his cock and spit over the tip with the saliva that had gathered from sucking him and use both hands to stroke him from root to tip.

“Goddamn, baby, don’t fucking stop. Fuck, just like that. Keep going, fucking milk my cock, baby.” He grits out from between my thighs, his hips bucking up, fucking the fists I have wrapped around his cock. His words empower me and I do exactly as he says.

I feel Creed’s lips on me again a second later. He kisses, licks, nips, and sucks at me at a perfectly torturous pace and I feel my body starting to shake as I reach the edge of my orgasm.

“Creed, baby, I’m gonna—oh, fuck,” I cry out, my voice vanishing as I come, feeling as if I’m free-falling through space and time.

I don’t wait to come back down as I take his cock to the back of my throat, pushing him as deep as he could possibly go, cutting off my air once again and my eyes watering from the lack of oxygen. His hips lift repeatedly, his hands release my ass and reach beneath me to grip the sides of my neck and starts to fuck my skull with a roughness I never knew I would crave so much. Men at the club had been rough with me in the past, but this is a brutality that I choose. It’s what I crave. It’s something completely different and erotic and I fucking love it.

The wet, sloppy sounds coming from my mouth as he pounds into me nearly drown out Creed’s words. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, Collins? You’re going to fucking milk my cock and swallow every drop.”

I barely manage a nod and I’m not even sure he’s registered my answer since my head is already bobbing up and down on his cock, but I am Creed’s good girl. I’ll do any-fucking-thing to stay his good girl.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, I’m gonna come. You ready for me?” He asks, but it doesn’t really sound like a question. I remember the way it felt when he hummed against me, so I give him the same approving mhmm with my lips wrapped around his cock. That does it because a second later, his grip tightens on my neck and his hips stutter to a stop, his cock twitching with release as he comes down my throat. I swallow as he starts to fill me, and it earns another curse and groan.

My lips hardly release him and I don’t get the chance to clean the remainder of his arousal from his shaft before I’m being flipped like a rag-doll and I land on Creed’s chest with an oompf.

His lips crash into mine and the kiss is just as erotic as what we just did together. I grip the sides of his face to kiss him harder, our tongues melding together in a sensual dance. I can taste both of us and it only serves to turn me on. I want to grind my bare pussy against his semi-hard cock until he just slips in, but my body is so exhausted after the three best orgasms of my life.

The kiss slows and when we break apart I look down at his face. He’s so fucking attractive all the time, but this soft, satiated expression is probably my favorite because I was the cause of it. I smile at him before I lower my head to rest against his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt now damp with sweat and god knows what else but I’m too tired to care about that.

“I’d ask where the fuck you learned to do that, but I’m not sure I want to know right now.” He says, humor lacing his voice, but I also don’t miss the underlying truth that he really doesn’t want to know. I stiffen. I know the malice in his tone is not aimed towards me, though.

“No, you don’t.” I answer softly, my finger tracing the pattern printed into his black shirt. “And I’m not ready to talk about it, either. I’m sure you were able to deduce that some bad shit happened to me while I worked at Viper, but I’m not ready to talk about it.” I repeat. He’s silent and I’m glad he’s let it go for now. Shifting over his body and settling into his side, I sigh contentedly as I nuzzle my nose up into his neck. His arm squeezes me in reassurance and I soften completely against him.

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