Page 32 of Creed

Our bodies meld and move together as we taste and rediscover one another. Everything going on, all the noise in the back of mind, it all fades to black. All that exists is this moment between us. As though time itself has stopped.

Memories of what we once were are being replaced by what we are now and thoughts of what we can be if given the chance, and I want it. I want it all. I want him and the life that was promised. This cocky biker that kisses me like nobody’s business.

That touches my body in all the right spots.

This man that was made to love me and only me.

I know it deep in my heart of hearts that he’s mine and deep down I’ve always been his.

We fit like two pieces of one whole being.

“You gonna let me get a taste?” He moves down my body, lifting my hips to slip my underwear down my legs.

Oh yeah. He can have any part of me he wants as long as he keeps his mouth and hands on me.

There’s never been anything or anyone better than this. Better than him.

Pushing my knees apart, he goes right for what he wants. He’s all fingers and tongue, working my pussy overtime. No one knows or can do me better.

“Fuck me, hellcat. Better than I remember.” He delves his tongue inside me while circling my clit with his fingers. I pinch my nipples as my hips and back arch up off the mattress, doing my best not to cry out.

Creed shoves his fingers in my mouth, giving me a taste of how wet and turned on I am for him. The act is intimate and erotic, making me want his cock in my mouth instead. I moan around his fingers like I would if I were sucking him off.

“Need inside you, Lottie.” He reaches over into the nightstand for a condom. I watch excitedly as he rips the foil wrapper open with his teeth. As soon as he gets it on, he’s lining up with my slick entrance and with one harsh thrust, he’s rooted inside me to the damn hilt. His darkened green eyes meet mine and then the moment is ruined by a knock at his door.

“Yo, Creed. You in there?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

“Come back in ten minutes,” he groans.

“You can fuck her later. We’ve got church.”

“Fuck.” He presses his lips to my throat.

“Church? Now hardly seems like the time to pray.”

He chuckles. “Means Prez has called a meeting. And it’s disrespectful to make him wait.”

“And what about me? You’re just going to leave me here to finish myself off?”

“When Prez kills me, just remember I gave you a great orgasm,” he tells me before claiming my lips to finish what he started.

“Let me on top and I promise your punishment will be well worth your reward,” I promise. He rolls us over and I straddle his hips, bouncing my ass against his thighs as I grind down on his cock, wanting nothing more than to get him off. “Are you clean?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Good.” I ease off him and remove the condom. “Because we’ll both come a lot faster now.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Not today, at least.” I circle my hips, spelling out our names. “Not yet.”

“I’m about to come, baby.” He slaps my ass and gives my left cheek a good squeeze. I wrap my hand around his throat, nearly choking the life out of him as we both get off.

His warmth sticks to my inner thighs as I ride the last waves of pleasure. My body does a shudder and I fall forward, pressing my chest to his with him still inside me.

“Fuck.” He hugs me tight and presses his lips to my shoulder. “I’ve gotta go. I won’t be long.”

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