Page 108 of Creep

“Hell,” I let out when I felt him play with my clit.

He was much more skilled than I was, drawing out my pleasure easily, playing my body against me.

“That feels so good, Mael,” I said when his fingers moved down. He drove his middle finger inside me, fucking me quickly with it, harder, his palm slapping against me every time he pushed inside.

“Yeah?”

“Fucking hell!” I yelled when it became too much. I twisted around on the bed, but Mael positioned me back, holding one of my legs out so I couldn’t close them on him as he continued to fuck me like that.

Tears streamed down my face, and I closed my eyes, trying to catch my bearings.

It wasn’t possible.

I was just feeling too much.

Too much.

“Please, Mael.”

“Come for me, my beautiful girl.”

As if my body knew who was in charge, I came at his command, crying out his name in ecstasy.

His movements never stopped. He kept the pace, even when I didn’t think I could take it anymore. Even when I begged him to stop.

“Come again for me, baby.”

And just like that, I came for a second time.

Mael pulled out of me and climbed on the bed, then crawled in between my legs.

I looked up at him, my hand reaching down and grabbing his cock. He splayed his hands down on either side of my head, not saying anything as I stroked up and down his length, taking in the silky hot feel of his flesh before I directed it to my entrance.

We both gasped when he pushed all the way inside me, stopping when he hit the hilt and holding it there.

He cupped my cheek with one hand, and I burrowed inside, wanting to get closer.

“Okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Make love to me.”

He pulled out of me slowly until just the tip remained before he pushed back inside.

I closed my eyes from the sensation, loving the way he filled me up so well, loving the way every time he moved was like an electric shock to the system—wholly addictive and something I didn’t think I would ever get enough of.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see you when you come undone.”

His tone held a note of torment that got to me like nothing else.

My eyes fluttered open, and I took him in—the blue of his eyes that glowed brightly underneath the warm light of my bedroom lamp, the olive tone of his skin, and the way his muscles strained every time he pushed back inside me.

“Please, Mael.”

“I got you, baby,” he said, just knowing what I needed from him then.

His hips moved at an uneven tempo, short and fast and hard one moment, then long and brutal the next. It was perfect.

“That’s it,” he said. “Stay with me.”

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