Page 73 of Creep
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” he said roughly. “Don’t hide that from me.”
I shot him a small half smile just as he grabbed himself, stroking roughly up and down his long length. I licked my lips as he watched me.
“It always feels like I am on the verge of losing control with you.” Then he frowned as though the statement unnerved him.
“Is that such a bad thing?” I asked. I always felt like that. It was only fair that he felt the same way.
He shook his head. “It is if I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I answered confidently.
He didn’t respond to that.
Instead, he directed the tip of his cock to my entrance. I held my breath in anticipation as I felt him push in, my pussy stretching to accommodate his huge size. His thumb pressed down on my clit, moving over the bundle of nerves as he pushed in all the way. We groaned at the same time from the sensation. Mael looked down at my body, his eyes honing in on where we were connected.
“Fuck. It always feels so good with you like this,” he said. “I won’t ever get tired of this.”
I would smile at his words if I wasn’t feeling so much.
Instead, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him in closer to me, trying to get him to move.
“You talk too much,” I gritted out. “Just fuck me already.”
He looked at me, dark humor in his eyes as he pulled back until only his tip was buried, giving me one brutal thrust that nearly shook everything inside me.
I clenched down on him from the sensation as he continued his tortuous pace, fucking me slowly but roughly.
“Please,” I begged. “Please.”
He increased his tempo, and I closed my eyes from the movement.
“Fuck, baby,” he gritted out.
And then he was moving faster and faster, harder and harder, until it was difficult for me to think of anything but him, feel anything but him.
My breasts moving every time he pushed back inside me, our skin slapping against each other, like a song we both created with our bodies.
He reached down and slapped the side of my breast before playing with my nipple, twisting it painfully. I cried out, my hand moving over to his, unsure if I wanted him to stop or not. He didn’t give me a choice.
He pulled my hand away with his other hand and slapped my nipple a couple of times. My back arched.
“Mael!”
“This is mine,” he said, his voice like gravel and his eyes glowing. “Mine to pleasure. Mine to hurt. Just like you’re mine. Yeah?” All the while, he never stopped the punishing pace.
He kept fucking me.
I nodded, tears stinging my eyes.
“Good girl,” he said, pulling my nipple up until all I could focus on was the pain and pleasure shocking my system.
How contradictory. Didn’t he just say he didn’t want to hurt me?
“Come for me, baby,” Mael said.
He let go of my hand and moved his down to play with my clit once more. A few harsh swipes from him, and I lost it completely.
I shouted out his name as I came, my orgasm tearing through me, making me wonder if I would even come out of this intact or if Mael had ruined me so thoroughly, there was no going back from it.
