Page 17 of Creed

“Good girl.” He licks from the base of my neck to my chin.

When he praises me and calls me a good girl, it does something to me. Another thing I’ll have to unpack and think about later, but right now, I can’t think. He consumes my senses—sight, hearing, touch, even his scent. I need the fifth sense to be fulfilled, so I lean in to kiss him, diving my tongue immediately into his mouth, swirling it with his, to taste him. I want nothing more than to taste him deep in my throat and his cum, too.

The thought of sucking him off, having his thick, long shaft slide deep down my throat, does something to me. I work harder andfaster against him, feeling myself climb up to the clouds where, if I can reach the pinnacle of my destination, I’ll freefall with pleasure. No other man has ever made me come, and this man is well on his way to accomplishing it for the second time.

However, I’m suddenly on my back, and the pressure against my pussy and clit is gone. I cry out in distress and need. His deep chuckle makes my eyes whip open, and a growl rips out of me.

Creed’s eyes widen in surprise at my growl—frankly, I'm surprised too, but my body is screaming for the orgasm he just denied me—as he kneels between my legs. Then he chuckles again, rubbing his lip with his thumb. “Are you greedy, angel?”

My chest heaves and moisture pools in my lace underwear. “You told me to take what I want, what I need.”

His eyes rove lazily over every inch of me, wantonly spread with only my lace panties hiding the last of my flesh. “I did say that, and you did take what you wanted and needed.”

I shake my head, almost frantically. “I didn’t get what I wanted or needed.”

“Oh, but you will.” His voice is laced with promise and sin. “Never hold back from me. Never be shy about what you want or need. I’ll give you everything.”

Yes, please.

But I stay silent and nod.

“Promise me. Say the words, angel,” he commands in that dominant tone that makes my core clench and throb.

And right now, the throbbing between my legs that's aching to be satisfied would make me sell my soul if needed, so the words spill from my mouth without conscious thought.

“I’ll never hold back from you. I’ll never be shy about what I want or need.”

I don’t addtonight; no need to add that disclaimer right now.

“Take off your panties and bare your pretty little pussy to me.”

Holy lamb of god.

Then my brain shuts that down. The look of sinful promise on the man kneeling between my legs, staring down at me, has no place for talk of godliness. I want to sin with him. Do whatever he asks me to, no matter how dirty or filthy.

Lifting my hips, I push my panties down, slowly exposing myself fully to him. When the lace garment is over my hips, I tuck in my legs to slide my panties down my legs.

Creed takes my panties without taking his eyes off mine and lifts them to his nose and mouth. As he inhales deeply, a blush heats my cheeks, but his smelling them, smellingme, makes me grow wetter. My eyes widen as he licks the inside of my panties where it had been pressed between my legs.

“You smell and taste better than I could have ever imagined.” His eyes lower, and he scowls. My heart races, thinking, now that I’m fully naked, he doesn’t like what he sees. “Angel,” he warns. “Your order was to bare your pretty little pussy to me. Why are your legs bent and tucked in, hiding it from me?”

I obey immediately, my body and mind not questioning it, even though no one has ever seen so much of my body before, and I’ve never ‘bared my pretty little pussy’ to anyone. His eyes trail down my body, feeling like a physical caress, until they stop at the apex between my spread legs. Instead of making me blush and feel self-conscious about being bared to him, my legs widen further

“Good girl,” he rasps, sounding in pain. “Touch yourself.”

“Here?” I ask, rubbing my finger over my bottom lip, and his eyes fly to my face. At his look of displeasure, I try not to smile. “Or here?” I trail my finger down my neck between the valley of my breasts.

“Bad girl,” he growls and reaches forward.

I think he’ll grab my hand and put it where I know it’s supposed to be, but he pinches my nipple, making me suck in sharply and almost whimper.

Then, I jerk in shock and slight pain before a sunburst of pleasure explodes between my legs. I gape at him. “You just slapped my pussy.”

He shoves his tongue in his cheek, then smiles smugly, looking between my legs. “You liked it. Your pretty little pussy is dripping.” His eyes don’t come back up to mine; instead, he stares at my pussy. “It’s dripping all for me, angel, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Touch yourself.”

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