Page 193 of Hidden Ties

Extending her hand, she reached back to wrap her arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down so she could twirl her tongue with his. The moment she pushed her hips back, she felt him entering her.

“You’re getting better.” Creed stared at her approvingly in the mirror.

Shaking off the fussy-headed feeling he always invoked, she got her act together. She couldn’t let him win without at least a token of resistance.

Cautiously, she watched as his hand slid back under her bra to squeeze her breast. “Only better?” Bouncing her butt back at him, she felt his cock glide higher while she used another weapon at her disposal by sliding her tongue inside his mouth, kissing him the way he had taught her.

“You’re coming along,” he groaned against her mouth. Tugging her top down, he exposed her breasts to their eyes, and she watched as he squished her nipple between two fingers.

“We need to finish this discussion, or I’m going to be late for work, and the girls will be a player short.”

Her hand went to cover his fingers torturing her nipple as Creed thrust inside of her so hard she went onto her tippy toes.

“Are we in agreement about not letting other people view our restricted property?”

“Yes!” she whimpered.

Creed loosened his hold her nipple. “You’re right; you suck at taking pain.”

Rubbing his thumb over her nipple soothed the sting. When he moved his mouth to her ear, his eyes never left hers, deliberately letting her see the triumph in them.

“You’re not playing fair.” Angry at his insult, she glared at him through the mirror.

“First off, I don’t know why you thought we were playing. Secondly, when I do play, Ineverplay fair.” Clasping her by the hips, Creed accelerated his movements.

Scared she would faceplant into the mirror, she gripped the sides of the vanity.

“When I make a mistake, I like to own up to it.”

Sage saw her hat fall off in the mirror from the force of Creed’s thrusts. She looked at him wildly. What mistake did he want to own up to? Had he been with another wo—

The thought died before she could complete it when she caught Creed’s eyes daring her to say what she was thinking out aloud.

“The mistake I made was letting you think.” He paused to pinch her nipple. “Just because you’re top dog, ruling everyone in the house, that doesn’t mean you are when we’re in our bedroom. There is only going to be one top dog, and that’s me.”

Her mouth snapped open to tell him what she thought of that archaic attitude, but instead of the words she needed to get out, nothing but soft whimpers escaped her.

She wanted to yell at him that he wasn’t being fair … then lost track of what she was going to say when he released her nipple to trace his palm down her body from her breast to her abdomen. Hypnotized by his movements, she watched his hand move lower still, expecting it to stop at her pussy, only for him to change direction and slide to her thigh.

“Oh …”

He hooked his hand behind her thigh and lifted it onto the vanity chair she had scooted out of the way when she wanted to inspect her outfit in the mirror. With her foot on the chair, they were both able to watch his cock slide in and out of her.

Giving up the battle, she laid her head back on his shoulder. Why keep fighting a battle of wills she didn’t want to win, anyway?

Abandoning herself to Creed’s sexual desires hadn’t steered her wrong yet. Two days a week, he would come home during his lunch and tell the girls that Aunt Sage needed a nap. Then he’d rush her upstairs to fuck her senseless, go into his bathroom, and come back without a hair out of place while she was still staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure what planet she had landed on. During a few of his late-night work sessions, he would have her bring his dinner to the office, take her to the conference room, strip her naked, and fuck her on the conference table.

Her moans grew louder as she thought of the last time she had gone. He had taken a video of her climaxing on the table by just using his voice while he had sat on the chair, directing her on how to make herself come.

She bucked against him frantically, feeling as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest.

“Hmm … that’s my girl.”

Her eyes went to where Creed was stroking her clit with his finger with the speed of light. The friction he was creating had her gripping the vanity, her knuckles turning white at the strength she was using to keep from falling apart, only for Creed to lean forward and plunge his cock inside her so hard the table shook.

Unable to hold back any longer, she took a desperate breath before climaxing, afraid if she didn’t suck in enough oxygen, she wouldn’t survive the fallout.

Blinking, she slowly came back to awareness, inexplicitly finding herself hanging limply in Creed’s arms.

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