Page 89 of Creed

Morgan

I was pulling a pie from the oven when I heard someone walking behind me. As soon as I set it down I felt his warm arms around me. “Where’s Addie?” He asked.

I put my hands over his and laid my head back against his chest. “She just went down for a nap.”

“Good.” He started walking, making me walk with him.

I laughed. “What are you doing?” He guided me into the laundry room and kicked the door shut behind him.

“Getting you alone.” He flipped me around and went to kiss me, but I stopped him.

“I’ve been working outside and getting sweaty. I need a shower.”

He walked me backward until my but hit the washing machine. “I like the sound of that.” His lips took mine and my arms instinctively wrapped around him. I smiled against his lips, loving every moment we could steal together. The more he kissed me the tighter his grip on me came. What started as a playful kiss turned hot and heavy. My skin felt like it was on fire,and I never felt so desperate in my life. My hands ran through his soft hair and his lips left mine to trail down my neck. “You’re killing me, Morgan.”

I shut my eyes and swallowed hard. I wasn’t prepared for that kind of intensity. His hand slid inside my shirt and his touch was hot and left a trail of fire that drove me deeply into a place of desperate need. I wanted those hands all over me, every single inch of my body. I was ready to give him every ounce of my being. His lips took mine again just as his hand slipped under my bra and I heard him take a sharp breath.

“Christ, they’re real.” He whispered against my lips, and I giggled but only for a second because one pinch on my nipple made me gasp. His lips took mine in a thirst, it was hard, desperate, and full of need.

His lips left mine and he quickly pulled off my tank top, and yanked at my bra. “The clasp is in the front.” I moaned out because I needed and wanted his lips to explore every part of me.

I felt my bra give and he dropped down to taste my nipple, flicking it with his tongue then sucking and I squeezed my eyes shut. I desperately needed more. “More.” I whispered out and he dove up and kissed me as he unbuttoned my shorts. His lips trailed off mine and to my ear. “I need you to understand something first.” He bit my earlobe as he slowly pulled down my zipper.

“What?” I was panting by that point.

“If I touch you, mine will be the last touch you will ever feel from a man. You’re mine and I won’t let go of you. I don’t share, and I mean it, Morgan. I will be the last man to ever see these amazing tits or touch this body. I will own you, but you’ll own me as well. Got it?”

“Yes, please just do it.” I begged. His lips devoured mine once again as his hand slid inside my shorts and between my legs.

“Morgan, fuck you are so hot and wet for me.” I felt one finger plunge inside me, and I gasped. “So tight and wet. You’re fucking killing me.” He whispered as I panted against his lips.

“More.” I begged and suddenly another finger dove inside me. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed my forehead against his, and my fingers pulled at the root of his hair.

I was so close, just his touch had those warning sensations tingling through my core. “I can feel you getting tighter. Don’t do it, Morgan. Not yet, you should have stopped me before now.” He reach behind his head and took my hand by the wrist. He moved it between us and made me feel what was so hard in his jeans. “Do you feel what you’ve done to me since the first fucking time I saw you?”

It was long hard and thick, making it even harder to fight off my orgasm that wanted to come just by his touch. “Say it.” He ordered.

“I’m yours, you own me, Creed. Please, please let me come.” I begged. He suddenly dropped to his knees, pushed down my shorts and panties, and threw my leg over his shoulder. I felt it, the sensation of his tongue, lapping over my clit then over my sex.

He moaned, “So fucking good. Jesus, Morgan.” Suddenly his fingers plunged inside me as his tongue teased my clit. I was riding along the border of heaven until his teeth bit my sensitive little nub and an explosion took over my body. He was devouring me, milking every intense contraction inside me as I panted andwhimpered through my very first orgasm from oral. My thighs trembled, my fingers pulled his hair, and my body jerked with each contracting wave of orgasm he gave me.

The moment my orgasm released me, I pulled him up and pulled off his shirt and was working on his belt before it even hit the floor. Creed woke something up in me and there was no stopping me. I dropped to my knees the moment his pants fell, he protested, saying I didn’t have to, but he was too late. I took the most perfect length into my mouth.

“Oh God.” He let out a deep guttural moan. “Morgan.” He took in a sharp breath through his teeth and slapped the wall next to him. “Fuck, I’m all yours, every bit of me, you own me.”

I took him deep, and the harder I worked, the more he rewarded me with those deep moans and whispers of pleasure.

“I can’t hold back, Morgan. It’s too fucking good. You better stop if you don’t want it in your mouth.” He warned me. I slowed my pace, and he bit his lip as I looked up at him.

“Fuck it.” He quickly and forcefully pulled me up to my feet then lifted my body before turning us and pressing my back into the wall. “I can’t stop, Morgan.” I was suddenly lowered as he sank into me. “Oh fuck!” A line formed between his eyes as he looked into mine. I gasped at the sudden wonderful pain of stretching and the feeling of fullness. He pulled back out and thrust back into me. His lips took mine as he pulled back out then quickly thrust back in, forcing us both to hiss to the intensity. His lips took mine as his thrusts sped up. “You’re.” He pulled out. “Mine.” He slammed back into me. “Do you.” He pulled back. “Understand?” He slammed back into me, and I put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream but nodded yes. Creed filled me so fully another release was inevitable. I never knew a man’s hips could move so fast and so hard. His staminawas unbelievable as my back quickly rode up and down the wall. My arms wrapped around him, and I buried my face in his neck as it hit me. Waves of intense shocks shot through my core, and I could swear everything went black and I saw stars. My fingernails dug into his shoulders and one last hard slam into me had his body stiffen and tremble. I bit down on his earlobe then he pulled his head back and slammed his lips against mine as he whimpered through his release. “You own me, Morgan.” He gave me one last small thrust then I rested my head against his as our chests heaved, and our breaths came out as pants. He chuckled against my lips. “The best sex of my life just happened against our laundry room wall.”

“If I knew sex could be like that I would have had more of it.” I could still feel him pulsating inside me. “I want to stay just like this a little longer.”

“I could stay here forever.” He was still catching his breath. “I had no idea that was going to happen when I came home. There’s pie too?” He asked and I laughed.

“Yes, there’s pie too.”

“I’m sorry it wasn’t slow and gentle in bed. I’ll make that up to you, I promise. I swear I had no plans to take this so far in here. I just couldn’t hold myself back.” He pecked my lips. “But I meant what I said, Morgan. My touch will be the last one you ever feel. I won’t let you walk out of my life.”

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