Page 3 of Creed

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He’s way too good at kissing, likewaytoo good.

I moan into his mouth as he leads us backward into the bathroom. He kicks the door shut, slamming it closed with his boot before pulling away to make sure it’s locked.

An excited thrill shoots straight through to my pussy when he looks back at me.

My nipples harden against my thin bra as his tongue sweeps over his lips, his eyes dragging down the length of me.

“You’re one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

I want to roll my eyes, but I’m not gonna let some cheap talk ruin the moment when I’m this horny. I grab his shirt, pulling him toward me.

“Stop talking.”

He smiles. “Yes, ma’am.”

He gets my jeans undone and shoves them to my knees before he’s lifting me onto the sink. I kick them off the rest of the way and wrap my legs around his hips as he steps closer.

His mouth crashes to mine again as he shoves my panties to the side, and his fingers slide up my wet slit.

I moan into his mouth as he presses one into me. My hands slide up his chest and under his cut. I can admit to myself at this moment that I’ve always found men in leather so hot.

Tatted bikers with their motorcycles—a fantasy I’ve never indulged in. He pulls away, kissing down my jaw as he slowly pumps his finger in and out.

“You want to come on my hand or cock?” Creed asks, his voice so hoarse with arousal that it makes me shiver.

Would I be selfish if I said both?

I rock my hips, finding myself unable to answer at all as he adds another finger. He groans, his lips finding a spot right behind my ear that has me gasping and my pussy clamping down on his hand.

Goosebumps break out over my skin, and my nipples harden to the point of pain. I reach up, yanking down my tank top and bra.

“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath. He cups one of my breasts, lifting it to suck a pointed tip into his mouth.

My fingers wind into the back of his shirt, holding him there as he pumps his fingers in and out. When he switches to the other one, he gently bites, pulling my nipple between his teeth.

I cry out, a small ripple coursing through me from the pleasure. His breathing picks up against my skin, and his fingers curl inside me, pumping a few more times before he lets out a growl.

“Fuck it,” he snaps, pulling out of me in a fury.

I’m panting, shaking a little because I’m wound up so tight. I follow his movements, watching as he undoes his jeans and pulls his cock out, inhaling sharply at the size.

Of course he’d have a big dick. I’ll have to tell Quinn that she was right. My tongue peeks between my lips as he strokes himself, and he holds his hand in front of me.

“Spit.”

My eyes flicker to his, heat blooming in my cheeks and between my legs. I lean forward, spitting directly into his palm, and he smirks before slathering my spit on his cock.

I gasp when he crowds me in the next second, opening my legs up and notching the tip right at my hole.

He kisses me harshly before whispering, “If we were in my bed, I’d prepare you properly. Devour your cunt until my cock just slips right in.”

He swallows my next cry as he pushes in, already stretching me uncomfortably full as he thrusts forward.

My eyes roll back; it feels good.

Too fucking good.Wait.