Page 18 of Creed

I’m not a brat this time and do what he wants—what I want. I won’t tease us any longer.

My hand skates down my belly, moving lower over my mound, all while he watches me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. When I slip a finger inside, his groan matches my moan.

He’s right; I am dripping. I’ve never been this wet before. It’s almost too wet, as I don’t have the friction I want or need.

“Use your other hand to spread your lips, angel. Show me that clit that’s aching.” I do as he says. “Play with your clit now.”

He’s right; my clit is aching, and when I touch it, my back arches. I fight to keep my eyes open and trained on him as I play with the sensitive, swollen nub.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“What would feel better?”

“You.”

“What part of me?”

“Your fingers. Mouth. Tongue.” My eyes dip to the inked thick hard cock that stands at full mast, the head the only un-inked portion, and it glistens with wetness. “Your cock.”

“Good girl. Goodfuckinggirl. You’ll get all that. In that order.” He shifts to lie down between my legs and blows, making tingles erupt. “My fingers, mouth, tongue, and cock are all going to claim you. Because you’re mine.”

Any protest I may have about that possessive claim—not just the words, but his tone—and the pure dominance he makes the claim with, is blasted away as two fingers push inside me. They fill me and give me the friction I need. “Eyes on me, angel.”

I lift my head, looking at him between my splayed legs as he flicks his fingers. He isn’t pumping them in and out but moving them front to back, which makes pleasure ricochet through me.

He pushes my finger away from my clit, which pulls me back from the pinnacle of release and denies my orgasmagain,and makes me want to scream.

“Your orgasm is mine and mine alone,” he growls.

Dominant prick.

But the sensations and what he’s making me feel shuts down my snarky reply.

I continue to watch him as he uses his fingers to spiral me up, fighting the urge to close my eyes and ride out the sensations. He licks his lips, and I want his mouth and tongue on me so badly that I have to swallow my begging whimper. My clit is being left entirely out, and I know I need clit stimulation to orgasm. When I pleasure myself, I can come with no penetration and by only playing with my clit.

I remember my promise never to hold back or be shy about what I want or need. “I need your mouth on my clit.”

He shifts, and I feel his breath on me. “That’s my good girl,” he says as if he was waiting for me to fulfill my promise that I'd voice what I need.

His mouth closes over my clit, and he flicks his tongue. I cry out, arching my back to get closer to him. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding his head to me as he flicks his tongue over my clit again. When he sucks it, my legs start to shake, and my back arches more. Pleasure erupts everywhere inside me, and I scream as I shatter. The pleasure doesn’t stop as he sucks my clit harder and pumps his fingers into me, as well as that forward-back movement that’s becoming my undoing.

Actually,everythingabout him is becoming my undoing.

Jolts of shock start as he continues to torment my clit, making it almost overstimulated. I try to wriggle away from his mouth, but he clamps an arm over my hips to hold me in place.

“It’s too much,” I whimper.

He eases on the tormenting suction and replaces it with long, lazy licks as he continues to pump his fingers into me, adding another finger to increase the fullness. Each little flick on my clit shocks me like a live wire, but I still want more.

The heat of his flesh scorches me as he moves up my body, and his thick cock presses at my entrance. He doesn’t push in, though. With the head of his shaft, he splits my lips and glides between them to slide over my sensitive, swollen clit.

“I’m going to claim you fully now, angel.” He kisses me, and the heady taste of myself on his lips and tongue makes me feel intoxicated. My wetness on his mouth and chin coats me as his mouth moves over mine. “I’m not going to sheath up. I won’t have anything between us.”

I stiffen and shake my head.

“I’ve never slept with anyone without protection, and I’m clean.” He braces his elbows on either side, looking down at me.

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