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The movie played on, but my focus shifted from the screen to the man beside me. Every laugh and shared glance pulled us closer, making it impossible to ignore the chemistry crackling between us.

As the credits rolled, I felt the air shift, a weight of anticipation settling around us. “What now?” I asked, glancing at him, my heart racing.

He met my gaze, his eyes darkening with intention. “I think it’s time for a celebration.”

“Of our pizza-making skills?” I joked, but the way he leaned closer made my breath hitch.

“Of this moment,” he replied, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could process what was happening, he closed the distance, capturing my lips with his. The kiss started soft, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened into something more urgent, more consuming. I melted into him, my heart racing as the heat between us intensified.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the solid warmth of his body against mine. He responded by deepening the kiss, his hands sliding to my waist, igniting every nerve ending in my body. When we finally broke apart, breathless, I gazed into his eyes, overwhelmed by the connection we shared.

“I want to fuck you thoroughly tonight.”

CHAPTER 35

CREED

After that kiss, my brain felt scrambled, making it nearly impossible to think of anything else, especially as Avery’s mouth was buried in my lap, engulfing my aching dick in a warm, wet heat that made my head spin. It was like my thoughts had been swept away, leaving only the delicious sensations he was creating.

His gaze flickered up to mine, mischief dancing in his eyes as his fingers played with my pebbled nipples, twisting them gently, eliciting soft gasps from my lips.

A slow grin spread across his face. “I’m thinking about all the things I want to do to you.” He reached down, fingers finding their way to my balls, massaging them with just the right pressure, enough to send sparks of pain mixed with pleasure racing through me. The heat of his mouth had me thrusting my hips, desperate for more.

I licked my lips, my hunger for him rising like a tide. When he paused, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed him, pulling him up toward me, his mouth releasing my dick with a pop. Our mouths crashed together in a frenzy of raw need. The kiss deepened, our bodies melting into one another, igniting an insatiable fire within.

Breaking the kiss, I fought to control my breathing, desperate to feel his hands all over me. I tugged at my already unzipped pants, letting them fall away.

Avery wasted no time shedding his clothes. His mouth found me again, tasting my skin, suckling on my tongue, trailing kisses along my jaw, and burying his face into the curve of my neck, teasing and biting every inch until I was trembling with anticipation. His long, strong fingers wrapped around my wrists and pinned them on either side of my head.

“God. I crave to do so many things to you, Creed. I want to bury myself deep inside your hole. Fuck you until my cock is the only thing you feel.” His voice was a low growl as he rocked his hard length against me, his need palpable. “Feel how hard you make me?”

“Yes,” I gasped, overwhelmed with lust as I ground my body against him, craving more contact, more of him. The sensation of Avery’s warm skin and his rigid cock pressing against me drove me wild.

I bucked against him, yearning for release, my wrists still caught in Avery’s firm grip. The thrill of being dominated, of being held in place, sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. I realized just how addicting this could be.

When he let go of my wrists, I lifted one of my legs, hiking it up and pressing it against my chest, fully surrendering to him.

Avery took his time, circling my hole with his saliva-slicked finger, teasing me before slowly pushing it inside. I gasped, feeling every inch as he slid deeper, his finger stretching me deliciously. He pressed one, then two more fingers in, pulling them almost completely out before sliding back in, curling them just right, sending a surprised moan spilling from my lips.

“God, yes,” I breathed, my body arching toward him as he found my prostate, massaging it with a rhythmic, expert touch.My breathing quickened as I bit down on my lip, struggling to hold back the cries building within me.

His fingers moved in and out, each thrust a tantalizing pressure that made my breath hitch. I watched, lost in a haze of pleasure, as his fingers disappeared inside me, my body clenching around him. The sensation was overwhelming, and as my muscles tensed, I felt tears spill down my cheeks.

Avery paused, concern flickering in his eyes. “Is everything alright?” he asked, his voice soft.

“More than. It feels incredible. Too good,” I replied, holding his gaze as my hand moved instinctively to my aching cock.

Avery’s touch sent a shiver through me, his hand firm around my length, stroking with a rhythm that made my breath hitch. The fingers of his other hand slipped deep inside me, filling me with a burning ache that was both intense and addictive. Each thrust of his hand matched the steady, torturous strokes, sending waves of heat coursing through me. My body tightened around him, each sensation driving me closer to losing control. I groaned, my head falling back, ready to surrender completely to the pleasure he was coaxing from me.

But Avery’s fingers pulled away, leaving me gasping in frustration.

“That’s cruel, Avery,” I protested, my voice thick with need. “I want you. I’m ready.”

“Guess that’s why you’ve got two hands,” he replied, his tone dripping with lust. “Touch yourself for me.”

The commanding edge in his voice urged me on.

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