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Be a good girl.If there was anyone to be good for, it was Creed.
I opened my mouth, letting him push the finger past my lips. With his finger fully in my mouth, my lips closed around it, and I swirled my tongue around the lower half, tasting myself. And then, I didn’t know what got ahold of me, but after I did that, I started to suck on it.
Creed let out a haggard breath, his tall frame hunching over me. He pulled his finger out of my mouth and said, “That’s a good girl, now get on your knees for me.” The finger that had just been inside of my mouth tilted my chin back, forcing me to gaze up into his half-lidded eyes. “And be careful with those teeth.”
He didn’t have to outright say what he wanted me to do; I knew what he meant, and that’s why I stuttered, “I—I’ve never done this before.” I didn’t want to mess up, do it terribly, or worse: hurt him.
He smirked. “Good. Your mouth belongs to me now, remember? Don’t worry, Taylor. Let me take the lead. I’ll walk you through it… just mind those teeth.”
If there was anyone I trusted not to kill me by stuffing his dick so deep into my mouth I couldn’t breathe, it was Creed. Still, that didn’t make me feel much better as I sank to my knees before him, lowering myself until I was near eye-level with the bulge in his pants. I had to keep a straight back, along with actually kneel; he really was a tall guy.
Creed’s voice commanded me, “Undo my belt and my pants.”
He didn’t need to say it twice. I lifted both arms, attempting to calm myself as I fiddled with his belt to undo it. After it was undone, I worked on his pants next, hyper aware that his erect cock was right there, ready to be freed. My cheeks flushed, knowing I’d have that cock in my mouth soon enough.
I pulled down his pants, exposing his boxer briefs and the bulge in them. I could see the outline of his hard cock; this was an angle I’d never seen his cock before. If anything, it looked even more impressive at eye-level.
Creed must’ve realized I was too busy staring at the bulge, for he hooked his thumbs around the sides of his boxer briefs and pulled them down, exposing his cock. It sprang free instantly, speared directly at my face, all long and hard and thick.
He kicked his pants and boxer briefs aside, standing with his feet flat on the tiled floor, his cock less than six inches in front of my face. “Open your mouth, Taylor. Take me in.”
I glanced up at his face for a split second, finding he stared down at me, his head angled severely to do so. The moment my gaze dropped back to his cock, I parted my lips. His hips inched closer, and I took his tip into my mouth.
“Lick it,” he ordered. “Swirl your tongue around the tip. Suck it like a lollipop. Do whatever you want—just don’t use your teeth.” As he said that, one of his hands found the top of my head, fingers weaving through my hair.
I closed my eyes and did as he said. I used my tongue on it, swirling it around best I could. I gave it a little suck, just to see, and I tasted something salty from the center of the tip. Creed moaned above me, telling me that he indeed liked the sucking.
I could do more of that.
So I did. I sucked more. Creed let out another moan, and the hand on my head guided my head back and forth, drawing my mouth along the length of his cock. He didn’t push himself too deep in me; he was being pretty slow about it, but I think that was because it was my first time. I hoped I could get him there—and if I didn’t, I guess that just meant we’d have to practice more.
I had the feeling neither one of us would mind that.
I was too focused on giving pleasure to Creed, too focused on sucking his length every time he thrust his hips, too focused on keeping my mouth as open as it could be and avoiding the accidental use of my teeth, that time ceased to matter. It was almost as though I’d become one with Creed, both of us desperate to seek out his release. The desire in me to make him explode was so strong it was basically a need.
A need, not a want. I needed to make Creed come, needed to taste more of that salty cum.
When Creed picked up the pace, pushing his cock deeper into my throat, I gagged a little, but I held it in, sheer willpower pushing me through the initial uncomfortableness of having a hard cock spearing my mouth.
It got to the point where he thrusted so quickly into my mouth it grew impossible to suck him off—but that’s when his hand on my head tightened and he managed to murmur, “Let me fuck your mouth, Taylor, and then I’ll fuck that pussy with my tongue.”
My thighs clenched together when he said that, and I didn’t want to fight him. Couldn’t resist him. All I could do, all I wanted to do, was let him fuck my mouth, as he’d said.
And, God, did he fuck it. Oh, I bet it’d be sexy as fuck to watch. I wished I could both be a part of it and watch at the same time. Me, naked and on my knees, and Creed, naked below the waist, his cock pumping in and out of my mouth like it was my pussy. I nearly spontaneously combusted at the thought.
“You’re going to swallow me up,” Creed told me. “Every single drop. I don’t want anything wasted. Do you understand?”
What could I do? I couldn’t say yes, couldn’t even nod. The only thing I could do was keep still and let him continue fucking my mouth, so that’s what I did. Like hell would I pull my mouth off his cock when he came; I wanted to swallow him up as badly as he wanted me to do it. Not even a drop would spill out of my mouth. I’d be a good girl for Creed.
He came shortly after that, his hips thrusting at a rapid pace. A low groan came from him, like thunder filling the room, a primal sound to match a primal act. Hot, salty cum spewed from his cock, shooting into the back of my throat in quick, short bursts.
It happened so fast, at first I didn’t know what to do, but before Creed finished coming, he withdrew his cock a bit, his tip near the edge of my tongue as he let out one last gush of cum. That last shot I tasted, and when he pulled his cock out of my mouth, I swallowed, opening my eyes and gazing up at him.
His chest rumbled with approval. “Good girl,” Creed cooed, bending over to pick me up. He lifted me onto the vanity countertop, setting my ass on the edge and spreading my legs wide. The marble countertop was cold, and I shivered. Our gazes locked. “Now it’s my turn to make you unravel.”
Creed didn’t hesitate; he lowered himself to his knees. His hands gripped my outer thighs, and when he was in position, he helped scoot my ass closer to the edge. With my knees on either side of his head, I was ready to feel that mouth again. That mouth, that tongue, the orgasm that would follow.
He got to work, running his tongue along my slit. When that tongue met with my clit and his mouth latched on, sucking on it, I had to throw my head back and moan. I mimicked what he’d done when I was on my knees; I put a hand in his hair, fingers tensing and gripping his hair roughly.
