Page 44 of Breathing Without You

“I can’t wait to feel your tongue on me, Creed.” I practically moan into his ear, and I think it’s the alcohol helping me talk this way because usually I’m a little shy when it comes totalking dirty, unless I’m really in the mood. But I think this is a combination of both.

“Can’t wait to feel my tongue on what, Sugar?” he asks, and I know he wants me to be more specific because he wants to hear it.

“On me. On my body,” I say, suddenly becoming a little shy now for some reason.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Feel my tongue on what? Don’t be shy with me now.” He grips my ass a little harder this time, probably hard enough to leave his delicious marks. I’m surprised my dress isn’t lifting from it, but I know he’d pull it down if it was.

“I want your tongue on my pussy,” I whisper in his ear. “I can’t wait to come all over your face.” I’m getting myself worked up just thinking about it.

“Mmm good girl,” he groans. “You don’t have to be shy with me. I want you to tell me what you want and when you want it.” He smirks. “I’m serious, baby if you want me to fuck you tell me and I’m ready.” He kisses my neck in the same spot he brushed the hair away from. Lightly sucking and working his magical tongue on my skin. The music changes to a slower song of Ushers ‘Love In This Club’.

“Do you want to keep dancing?” I ask him, hoping he says yeah since I love dancing, and I love this song.

“I'll do anything for you, Sugar, you just tell me what you want baby.” He smiles down at me with a smile that reaches his honey brown eyes. His sexy ass smile and the way his mustache and beard curve around it perfectly. I dance with him, studying his handsome face. His tattooed neck that stops right where his beard starts at his jaw line and the way they peek out from his collar. I love how he looks so dangerous and naughty. The way his strong hands feel rubbing up and down my body, and his muscular arms fit against my curves just right. Like he’s the missing piece to my puzzle that makes my body complete. I’mlost in my thoughts staring up at him as he stares down at me, we’re in our own world just dancing when I hear someone say something behind us.

“Oh, look who’s here trying to ruin my night out.” I hear a nasty voice say when Creedence turns, rolling his eyes and sighing.

“Leave us alone, Daisy, mind your own fucking business.” He turns his head back towards me. I’m not even going to give her the time of day and acknowledge her, because that’s all she wants is the attention. She’s an ugly attention whore.

“It’s kinda hard to when you're here with another one of your playthings, it’s gotta be tiring never being able to keep a girl.” She gives a nasty laugh as she looks at Creedence. She’s talking out her ass because he doesn’t have playthings, she’s just trying to make me jealous, and I couldn’t care less what she has to say.

“Daisy, just leave us alone.” Creedence is getting pissed. I can feel his muscles tensing as he rests his arms around my waist still. Daisy stands there crossing her arms looking like a child who is about to throw themselves down on the ground and scream or cry. Hell, maybe both.

“Why? Are you afraid I'll tell your new little girlfriend here the kind of freak shit you're into.” She throws her head back into a laugh and I can’t help but hope she breaks her neck or something drastic in the process to shut the cunt up.

“I said leave us the fuck alone, I'm not playing your stupid games.” He turns back to her, angry this time.

“Aww why, cause you're here with your new little whore and trying to impress her?” she snorts, rolling her eyes at him.

“Excuse me what the fuck did you just call me? You fucking bitch.” I step forward not taking her shit. I was going to keep quiet but not anymore. I pull away from Creed to face her as he does the same thing. His arms crossed over his chest, and Iswear his shirt could rip from his muscles just from bending his arms.

“You heard me.” She steps closer, poking me in the chest. “I called you.” Poke. “His new.” Poke. “Little whore.” And she pokes me two more times giving me a nasty smile as she does it.

“Don't fucking touch me,” I say, pushing her away to get space since it's already crowded on the dance floor as it is.

“Aw, why's that? Only Creedence is allowed to touch his whore is that it?” She laughs again and that's it I'm not holding back anymore.

I ball my fists with anger and lift my right arm, pull it back and swing right at her, punching her in the face. Guess we all just came here to fight tonight. It hits her hard enough she loses her balance falling into Brynn behind her. Creedence stands there with his mouth open, shocked that this just happened.

“I said don't fucking call me a whore you jealous bitch.” And right as I go to turn around to walk away, she grabs my hair pulling me back by my head. I let out a scream cause she's got me right at the nape of my neck. I push my elbow back hard hitting her in the jaw and she lets go of my hair. I turn around and go to swing, but she scratches me on the cheek before I can get my punch in.

“Of course, typical bitch scratching like a pussy.” I smile, pushing her away from me. “Now, don't call me a fucking whore again. Just cause you're jealous he's with me and wants me instead of your nasty diseased ass doesn't mean I'm a whore,” I yell back to her. Even if I am a whore for him, his little slut, or his good girl. Whatever he feels like calling me, it makes my pussy wet. Which makes my thighs tighten together just thinking about his rough voice calling me his little slut while fucking me. Mmm fuck does it get me going.

Anyways it's none of her fucking business what we do in private. She's just pissed he doesn't want her. Maybe he didsome of the same things with her that he does with me. Whatever that’s in the past I won’t get upset about it because he’s with me now and not her.

She lunges at me and punches me in the cheek, something feels like it cuts me as her hand hits my face, maybe she has rings on. I lift my arm punching her back, Creedence tries to pull me off her, but it doesn't work because I end up pushing her, she loses her balance and takes me down with her. Next thing I know I’m sitting on top of her. She's pulling my hair with one hand and slapping me with her other hand while I’m throwing punches at her, not sure where I’m hitting her because I can’t exactly see what’s happening.

“Oh my god stop it you guys,” Brynn yells, standing back out of the way.

“You’re just pissed because you know I’m right you’re his next whore, his next plaything and nothing important,” she hisses, losing grip on my hair.

“You stupid bitch, I might be his fucking whore but at least he loves me. He never loved you.” I punch her face this time hitting her cheek.

“He. He. What?” she asks as she stops hitting me, her arms falling to her sides on the ground.

“I said he loves me. He never loved you and that’s what bothers you. You jealous bitch.” I smile at her as I move off her. “I’m done with your bullshit.” Creedence reaches down, holding his hand out to me to help me up. Once I stand up and adjust my dress, pulling it down before my ass fully shows to everyone standing around us watching. Then I turn towards Creedence who is still in shock over the whole thing.

“God you girls are fucking crazy. That was so hot babe. I’ve never had a girl fight over me before.” He winks at me leaning down and kissing me.

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