Page 15 of Creed

I want to shove her skirt up around her waist so I can lift her and have her straddle my hips. I resist, though, because I don’t want anyone who is down here or watching the security cameras to see her bared.

Instead, I grip her hand and walk us to my private elevator. When my code and facial scan are accepted and the door is closed, my mouth falls on hers, and I shove her jacket off. As I devour her mouth, I lift her shirt off, only breaking contact with her mouth to pull the offending garment over her head before I’m back. I have her bra off in a flash, making her gasp, and then my mouth falls on one perky breast, and my hand palms on the other. They’re the perfect size to fill and slightly overflow my hand. As my mouth, tongue, and teeth torment one nipple, my fingers do the same to the other.

“Oh my god, how does that feel so good?” she groans, then gasps as I suck on the nipple, whirling my tongue around the bud and dragging my teeth over it.

She’s so responsive to me. She twists and arches while she gasps, moans, and tries in vain to catch her breath.

When the door opens into my penthouse, I leave her clothes in the private elevator and pull her into my foyer, bracing heragainst the wall. Biting lightly on her nipple again, she cries out, clutching my head. I do it again and pinch her other nipple, and her cry is louder, followed by a husky moan.

She’d totally be a woman who can come just from nipple play alone. However, I’m on a self-imposed timeline, so my free hand undoes her skirt, letting it pool at our feet, then it slips into her pale blue lace panties and between her legs. Nudging her thighs apart with my knee, I immediately feel her wetness.

I lift my head, looking down at her.

Head tossed back, eyes closed, beautiful and utterly intoxicating.

“Is all this wet neediness for me, angel?” I slip a finger inside her, groaning but keeping my eyes on her. I push in deeper, then begin slipping my finger in and out of her while continuing to torture her with the nipple play, and her head twists from side to side. “Come undone for me. That’s it.” I pick up the pace of pulsing into her.

“I can’t.” Her head thrashes now. “I’ve never… No guy…”

She tries to push me away, in denial or maybe self-preservation, because this is embarking on a life-altering experience. However, in the very next breath, her hand is a death grip around my wrist, pulling me back.

Fuck yes, I’m going to be the first man to make her come.I don’t gloat, though; I encourage her toward that glorious peak.

“You can. You already are. I can feel you starting to tighten around me. Think how good this feels, and it’s only my finger.”

I slip in a second finger, her tight walls sheathing around them, and I nearly nut in my pants thinking about being inside her and how amazing she’s going to feel. She cries out as I bury my fingers in her, twist and curl them against her wall, massaging the soft pad of tissue, then add my thumb to her clit.

“Come for me.” I suck her nipple into my mouth again, swirling my tongue around the taut bud, and rub her clit faster. Her sounds and breathing, along with the starting clench of her walls, tell me what to do as I rapidly learn how to manipulate her body.

Her fingers dig into my scalp as she grips my head. “Oh my god, Creed.”

I grit my teeth against the close reality of almost coming just by her crying out my name. “That’s it, angel. That’s my good girl.”

She shakes and her whole body tenses. I rub her front wall and clit harder and bite her nipple and pinch the other. She stops breathing as her walls contract, then they erupt into spasm after spasm, and I feel a ripple in her abs. She cries out my name, and my boxer briefs are wet from the pre-cum leaking from the head of my dick as I work her tight pussy and clit to prolong and milk her orgasm for as long as possible.

Her whole body shakes as I support her against the wall as the last of her orgasm ripples through her. I've never had a woman come so magnificently for me before. I scoop her into my arms,and she nestles against my chest, the aftershock tremors still working their way through her.

“What did you do to me?” she whispers.

I smile and kiss the top of her head as I walk through the penthouse. I'm cradling her in my arms and feel like I’m holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Laying her gently on my bed, I step back to admire her. She only wears her pale blue lace panties, and her body is curvy and lush. When she covers her breasts with her hands, I shake my head. “Don’t.” My voice is hoarse with desire and appreciation. “I want to see you.”

I realize then that I not only brought her to my home, but I’ve brought her into my bedroom and laid her on my bed—something I’ve never done with any other woman.

She stares up at me in wonder. “You made me come.”

“I did.” I can’t be cocky right now. I’m nearly losing my mind that I’m not touching her right this instant. “What do you want, angel?”

Her fingertips start to play with her nipples, and my cock jerks in my pants. I’m so hard, it’s painful. She may look sweet and innocent, but I see the siren in her, who is purring and arching her back, wanting to play dirty. “I want you to do that again.”

“Say the words,” I rasp.

“I want you to make me come again.” She sounds short of breath.

“Do you want to cum on my cock?” I undo the buttons of my suit jacket and push it off, loving that her eyes watch my every move with an unguarded look of need. When I undo my shirt, I demand, “Answer me, angel.”

Her eyes widen at my commanding tone, then darken as I remove my shirt. She licks her lips. “Yes.”

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