“Okay, Creed, please. I can’t,” I begged, breathing heavily. My body felt like jello. I couldn’t move my legs as he slowly unwrapped his arms from around them.
Sitting on his knees, he eyed me hungrily. The lower half of his face was covered in my essence which caused my heart to skip.
“Must have been a minute since you came like that.” A cocky grin formed on his face as he slowly slid his tongue over his lips. My legs twitched. Desire flooded my body as my heart threatened to burst. Passion inched through my veins.
“You can say that,” I confessed lowly.
I waited to see if guilt would come before we went any further, but the only thing I could feel was lust and the need to feel him.
My eyes dropped when he grabbed his boxers, lowering them. I had seen his dick when I was watching himthatnight but seeing it up close and personal caused my eyes to widen. It was like he had a log between his legs, thick and long, the same gingerbread color as his skin. The head was a shade darker and fat. He thumbed the glistening precum coming from it and used it to stroke himself. My mouth grew dry as I flicked my eyes back up.
“Turn over,” he told me, removing his boxers and tossing them to the side.
Confused, I did as he said. He leaned over me and I watched him go into the nightstand and grab a condom. My stomach clenched. I was glad one of us was thinking clearly. I wanted him so much I didn’t even think about it.
He reached over me again, this time grabbing a pillow. “Lift your hips.” Doing as he said, Creed placed the pillow under me then lay over me. His dick pressed against my opening.
“You don’t know how many times I envisioned you just like this,” he said into my ear. It was more sensitive than normal. A moan escaped my mouth and my head fell forward. Creed pushed forward and I bit into my bottom lip as his head spread me. “Just breathe, baby. I got you.” He kissed my ear, specifically my aid.
Creed lifted and held my hips, pushed into me, then pulled back before giving me more of him. His dick stretched me painfully good. Moving his hands to my ass cheeks, he spread them and a whimper fell from my mouth when he pushed deeper. I had never felt this stretch before. Creed must have known he was a lot to handle because he took his time until I finally felt his pelvis hit my ass and his balls slapped against my lower lips.
Lowering his body again, his chest pressed against my back. He wrapped his hand around my front and grabbed my throat. “I knew you’d feel like heaven,” he breathed as he began moving in and out of me.
Heat rippled under my skin as a sexual desire I hadn’t felt in months swarmed my body. A moan of ecstasy slipped through my lips when he pushed deeper and his grip on my neck tightened. My pussy clenched around his shaft. My emotions were in overdrive.
Creed pumped in and out of me, moaning and grunting roughly in my ear. He kissed from my ear down to my jaw. “Creed,” I whimpered, clenching around him again. “Creed.”
“I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” His strokes sped up. He tilted my head more and forced it to the side. Our lips found each other and surges of adrenaline burst through my veins. I easily learned Creed was a dominant kisser, he was hard yet tender at the same time. His tongue massaged mine. It was intoxicating if I had to sum it up.
I couldn’t tell if I was coming or going as my body shuddered under him and I cried out against his lips.
“That’s right, give it to me. Wet me up, beautiful.” His kisses became more demanding as his grip tightened again.
I didn’t know how much more I could take. From cumming in his mouth and now, I was exhausted. Creed didn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon, however. He continued fucking me from behind until I was cumming again.
“Creed, I don’t think I can cum anymore,” I whimpered breathlessly. I felt him smile against the back of my neck as he gently pecked it.
“Just give me one more, one more.” Swallowing hard, I moaned when he pulled out of me. My body was limp as a wet noodle when he flipped me over on my back, removing the pillow from under me.
I felt like a puppet as Creed guided my body. He leaned down and hooked my legs around him, then wrapped my arms around his neck before lifting me. He pushed his dick inside me again. This time, face to face, I watched with low eyes as he fucked me. His strokes were slow and steady, yet each time he pushed inside me, I felt him touch a new place deep inside.
“Tell me how long it’s been since you felt like this,” he demanded, thrusting upward into me.
My eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open. “I don’t know,” I admitted honestly.
With Rome, sex was always simple, he always wanted missionary and it was always about him and his needs. Creed had taken care of my body as if it was made for him.
I jumped and my eyes widened when his teeth sank into my shoulder. “Don’t think about anyone but me while I’m inside you,” he panted before kissing me savagely. My arms tightened around him.
It was all too much. My body felt things it never had before. My emotions were running haywire. My pulse raced through me wildly. I felt overstimulated with desire and passion.
Out of nowhere, tears built in the bottom of my lids. Creed paused and stared at me with concern.
“Am I hurting you? Too rough?”
I was too choked up to speak, instead I shook my head. How could I voice to him that no one had ever taken their time with me like this? That this was the first time I felt like I mattered when it came to sex. I hadn’t had many partners, but the ones I did have never made sure I was satisfied over them.
“You just make me feel so good. I’m fine,” I finally got out. Right now I couldn’t find it in me, but I knew later embarrassment would find me.
