Page 24 of Creed

I frown. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“You want to keep it casual? Keep me a secret in town? Sure. I’ll do that, baby. But this”—he waves his hand between us—“is happening over and over again. It’s going to happen so much that your cunt will mold to the shape of my cock. It will happen so much that your body will crave it when I’m not here to fill this tight fucking hole.”

My heart picks up, turned on by his declaration. It’s wrong. I should be running for the hills, or taking my handcuffs out and arresting him for trespassing so I can move on with my life. But I can’t. I can’t because I want everything he said and more.

Hell, I want more than just casual, but I know better than to not protect my heart. I’ve heard the stories of some clubs, that they have a slew of women available for all their needs. There’s nothing special about me to pull a man like him away from all that.

Creed’s fingers dig into my chin. “I don’t like that look on your face.”

I try to laugh it off. “A dirty secret, huh?”

He stares at me for another few seconds before letting go to cup my breast again. “At your pace, babe. Whatever you need, I’ll do it for you.”

“You say that now, but what about when you get sick of it? Of sneaking around and only coming over late at night.”

Creed’s gaze roams over my face. “Then you’ll have to give a little. I say I miss you, and you come home early instead of staying late.”

My heart pounds away, desperate for everything, but it’s sounding a little too good to be true. “That sounds a lot like a relationship.”

He shrugs. “I’m whatever you need me to be, as long as I’m yours.” He’s good. Too good? Like he’s the perfect man, saying the perfect words. Before I can continue to doubt us, Creed crashes his lips to mine. I moan, melting into him.

“Now I’ve watched you come twice, neither times with my face buried between your thighs. We need to fix that,” he says, ending with a small growl.

I let out a shriek of excitement as he picks me up, carrying me into my room to the bed. A laugh bubbles out of my throat as he yanks me back toward him until my ass is nearly hanging off the edge of the mattress, and he pries off my sleep shorts before settling his face between my thighs.

I raise up on my elbows, staring down at him as my pussy grows wetter just from his breath fanning against my skin.

It’s been a long time since someone has done this to me. It makes me nervous as he presses a kiss on the small curve between my pussy and thigh. I tremble at the soft touch, and then another kiss on my mound on the small patch of trimmed hair.

A shaky breath blows out between my lips, a fire churning in my belly as his thumbs split my pussy, baring my glistening cunt to him.

“So fucking pink and perfect. It’s like the juiciest fruit, and I can’t wait for a bite.” Creed growls the words and then bends down, shoving his tongue right into me before dragging it up to my clit.I jerk, but his grip on my thighs tightens, keeping me in place. Then he’s back there, his tongue destroying me.

“Oh god. Creed,” I gasp out, completely overwhelmed.

It’s not even what he’s doing to me; it’s the way his eyes flicker up to mine. Holding my stare as he eats my pussy, his gaze darkening with arousal the longer he does. It’s the way he’s devouring my cunt as if someone is holding a gun to his head and his life depends on it. His desperation, his determination to make me come, is what does me in.

My eyes roll back and I shatter. Bliss crashes into me over and over as he continues to lap at me through my release. When I can finally breathe again and I look down at him as he pulls away, the whole bottom of his face and beard are glistening with my juices.

“That was too quick, baby. I’m not nearly done tasting you.”

A whimper escapes me as he leans forward, flicking his tongue against my clit again. I collapse back onto the mattress, my elbows failing to hold me up as he starts building the agonizing pleasure with his mouth on me again. It's almost too much, but I don't want him to stop.

“Creed, please.”

He moans, his fingers holding me tighter as his tongue brings me closer to another release. I can barely breathe or see as the bliss crashes into me again. My legs shake. My back arches as I rock into his mouth.

I gasp for air and he finally pulls away, standing and stripping off his clothes. He pulls me forward by the ankles, widening my legsso his hips slide right between my thighs, and I look up at him with hooded eyes.

“Tired?” he teases. A whimper escapes me as his cock bumps against my sensitive pussy. He kisses down my jaw and up to my mouth. I kiss him back, not caring that I can taste myself as I wrap my arm around his neck.

Creed lines up his dick, pressing into me as I groan from the feeling of him filling my fluttering pussy.

He grunts, pulling away to pant into my ear as he thrusts, shoving more of his length inside me. “So fucking wet, but so fucking tight.”

"Hmmm.” Is all I can manage to say.

He grins, staring down at me. “Go to sleep, baby. You’ll let me use you, won’t you?”