Page 68 of Breathing Without You

Damn babe, still making my panties wet.

Creedence

Well get your ass over here so I can feel how wet they are, the garage door will be open and come to my room right away.

I don’t even bother responding. I grab the package, phone and house key then head out the front door locking it behind me. I walk over to Creedence’s house and walk into the garage hiding the box underneath his work counter in the corner, so no one sees it. I shut the garage door and head inside, practically running to Creedence’s room. But I knock before walking in just in case.

“Who is it?” I wonder if we’re not home alone and take a mental note to be quiet while having sex.

“It's me silly. Can I come in?” I bite my bottom lip and the next thing I know his door is swinging open and he’s pulling me into his room, slamming the door shut and locking it then pushing me against the door. It all happens so quickly I almost don’t have time to process what just happened.

“Fuck, you look so good. But I’m taking these off.” He practically growls while pulling my hoodie off of me, and I love the fact that he still thinks I look good in just a hoodie and pajama shorts.

“Please do,” I whisper, out of breath as he cups my face. His lips come crashing down on mine, our tongues swirling together in the familiar dance of each other. He swallows down everymoan my body releases. He slides his tongue against mine. He groans out as he pulls my shorts down leaving me in nothing but my lace thong. I didn’t even bother putting a bra on because I knew it wouldn’t stay on long and I fucking hate bras especially after wearing one all day.

He reaches down and cups my pussy over my panties making me moan again.

“Fuck, Creed, please don’t tease me,” I whine pulling away from his kiss.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He lets out a deep growl while his finger slides into my panties swiping along my folds.

“Fuck your pussy is so wet for me, my little slut, I can’t wait to taste how sweet you are,” he whispers into my ear. He sticks his tongue out and lightly licks my ear down to my neck, sucking and biting as he does most likely leaving his marks on me. Which makes my pussy throb just thinking of him leaving those marks on me. Some girls don’t like any of that stuff, call me crazy but I love when he leaves hickies and bruises because it lets people know I belong to him.

“Mhhmm, that’s from you teasing me at work and making me think about you fucking me,” I practically moan into his ear because of how close he’s standing to me.

“Let me get a taste you, Sugar.” He removes his fingers from my pussy, bringing them to his mouth, licking my wetness off him one by one. Moaning in the process.

“Fuck always so sweet for me, I’ll never get sick of tasting you.” His voice raspy as he picks me up by my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist to carry me over to the bed. He lightly tosses me onto his bed before crawling over and straddling me. Then comes down again to kiss me, our lips locking together and becoming one. I moan into his mouth as he grinds his hard cock against my pussy, still teasing me. Making me even more wet than I already was making my clit throb every time his jeans rubagainst me in just the right way. I bring my hips up to match his movements hoping he’ll rub my clit longer with each thrust, but he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s only just started teasing me.

“Please, Creedence, I wanna come,” I moan as I pull away from his kiss.

“Not yet, Sugar, I’m just getting started baby, you’ve got a long way to go until you get to come.” He reaches up and takes his shirt off exposing his tattooed muscular chest that I crave to touch and lick more than I’d like to admit. He slowly removes his belt with one hand pulling it out in one swift movement before taking it and bringing it down on my pussy, whipping it right on my sensitive spot making me scream and moan at the same time.

“Mmm, you like that, Sugar?” His seductive voice turns me on. I lift my hips trying to get close to anything that can rub against my pussy, that’s how horny I am.

“Mhmm, but please, Creedence,” I pout, pushing out my bottom lip hoping that’ll make him give in a little.

“Ah. Ah. Ah my little slut not yet.” He smirks, whipping it down on my pussy again making me whimper.

“Ohhh fuccck.” I’m panting now, my breathing getting heavy, my heart racing from how intense everything feels right now. He reaches out and pushes two fingers into me, not taking his time to work them in like normal and it feels so good, too good. The pain mixed with pleasure sends an intense chill through my body making me cry out again. I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to take without being able to cum. My body already feels like it wants to explode. He pumps two fingers in and out of my pussy while taking his thumb and massaging my clit.

“Oh goddd,” I groan out. He always finds the right spots that ignites every inch of pleasure in my body, making me feel like a bomb that can explode at any minute.

I reach down and grab my breasts massaging and playing with my nipples, moaning when I do because of how good it feels but also trying to tease him, maybe it’ll work in my favor, and he’ll give in and just fuck me already.

“My little slut, you look so fucking hot playing with your tits like that, Sugar.” His voice comes out in a low growl, clearly turned on.

He removes his fingers making me pout again, as he brings them up to his mouth, slowly licking my juices off them. He takes his finger and licks one small line up the side, then the middle before taking the whole thing, sucking it into his mouth with a sexy smirk on his face, then repeating the same thing to the other finger.

“Mmmm, Sugar, absolutely mouth-watering. So fucking delicious, my little slut.” Then he takes the belt and whips my pussy one last time before bringing it up to my hands.

“You’re gonna tie me up?” I whimper, my wrists still sore from the last time.

“Actually.” He gets a wicked grin on his face. “I have a better idea, Sugar.” He looks down at me with fire in his eyes.

“Yeah? What’s that?” I smirk, a little nervous but hoping it’s going to be fun. He moves off of me and sits at the side of the bed.

“Get up off the bed and come stand in front of me baby,” his deep voice, almost at a whisper.

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