Page 109 of Sparks Fly
“Now, can you be quiet? Nora is just outside working. I told her we were coming to work on something… but my only agenda is making you cum on my tongue, my fingers, and my cock.”
I clench my pussy and he grins. My eyes lock with his and I nod.
“Good girl,” he whispers, before slowly lowering himself between my legs. His tongue teases my clit and my fingers curl into the bedsheet beneath me.
“Fuck.” He growls, his tongue darting out again and swiping against my clit, his fingers brushing my inner thigh, pressing against my opening, but not quite slipping in.
“Please,” I whimper, bucking my hips, desperate to have his mouth on me.
“There will be no other man going nearmypussy, do you understand me?” He lifts his head for a moment, waiting for me to answer.
“Yes,” I say on an exhale.
“This is mine,” he whispers, lowering his head once more, kissing my pussy. “You.” He growls, his tongue swirling over my clit. “Are.” Another flick. “Mine.”
Two fingers push inside of me, his tongue flat against my clit. Gasping, my eyes lock on him, watching as he eats me. His fingers pump in and out, slick with my arousal, and I clench my pussy around them.
“Fuck.” My fingers tighten around the bedsheet, clinging on as he pushes me closer to my impending orgasm.
He moans, his head tilting slightly. His tongue presses against me, slow and torturous, fingers deep as they rub against my G-spot, coaxing me closer. I know I am going to free fall into him, giving him a part of me I can never get back.
“Give it to me, Ace. Cum for me, baby,” he whispers, my arousal on his lips. His eyes burn into mine, his fingers still fucking me and he is buried to the knuckle. “Make a mess all over my fingers.”
“Creed.” My voice trembles as his thumb brushes over my clit, those words taking me back to my moment of self-love.
“Fuck, my name sounds good falling from your lips.” He smirks, his hot breath over my clit. I grind my pussy onto his fingers. “Keep watching me, eyes on me.”
Lowering his mouth over me, he sucks my swollen clit into his mouth before his tongue is back on me, rubbing and my skin prickles. An overwhelming feeling swirls my stomach and my pussy aches with the need to cum.
“Oh God,” I moan.
Lifting my hand from the sheet, I curl my fingers into his hair, tugging at the root. It spurs him on as he eats my pussy. He is ravenous, making sure he hits every spot. His moans are erotic, and the way his fingers are fucking me, I can’t wait to have his cock inside of me.
Hissing when he nibbles my clit, he teases a third finger, and I tense.
“You can take it, baby. I need you to, otherwise I won’t be fitting inside of you, Ace,” he groans.
His tongue flicks just as he squeezes a third. I can’t hold it off. The air is snatched from my lungs. My head falls forward as I drag his eyes to mine, holding his face up but his tongue is still swirling over my clit, fingers buried deep inside of me. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, claiming me as I come. My legs tremble, my back arching from the bed and wetness pools between my legs whilst Creed grins like a cat who got the cream.
I am a panting mess and slowly, I uncurl my white knuckled fingers as I come down from the high he just put me on. He crawls up my body, his mouth on mine instantly and I can taste myself on his tongue as he swipes it past my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him.
“I need you,” I whisper, breaking the kiss.
His eyes burn into mine, his forehead pressed against mine. “I’m all yours, Ace,” he whispers back.
I roll my lips, rubbing them together as I slowly release my arms from his neck. I trail them over his shoulders, running them down to his chest as I push him back.
He looks at me confused, his brows pinching and I smirk as I push onto my knees. I look at him, a twinkle in my eye. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as his eyes rake up and down my body.
Reaching forward, he traces his fingertips under the hem of my vest and slowly pulls it over my head, tossing it in the same place as my shorts.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasps as I climb onto his lap, my arms loose over his shoulder, my wet pussy grinding over him.
“Are you only mine?” I whisper, teasing my lips over his, head tipped back as his greens bounce between mine.
“Only yours,” he croaks as I kiss him, my tongue feather-like against his.
His large hands sit on my ribs, pressing them into my skin.
