Page 137 of Creep

How fucking addictive.

She was addictive.

I palmed her bare tit, playing with it, weighing the globe in my hand before I used my fingers and worked over her nipple.

She moaned against me, her wrists flexing in my grasp. I let her go, feeling her hands roam down my body. She hooked her arms under my armpits and pulled me in close to her, her body squirming beneath me.

Her hands found the hem of my shirt, and she helped me pull it off.

I kept my eyes on her as I pulled her sleep shorts down her legs. She kicked them off when they fell to her ankles, and I spread her legs apart, taking in her dripping pussy.

I licked my lip. “Fuck, but look at you. Look at how wet you are for me.”

I shifted my finger in between her wet lips, and she closed her eyes, her legs trembling from the contact. I moved my hand faster against her, and faster still, until her sweet little cunt was crying for me. Her legs shook from the sensation, and I knew it was becoming too much for her, but I pushed on.

“Come for me,” I gritted out roughly.

She shook her head, her hand moving down and grabbing my wrist, trying to stop me. I didn’t stop. I kept going, keeping that friction on her swollen clit.

Her back bowed, and she threw her head to the side, letting out a scream that just about shook the entire cabin to its core, coming all over my hand. More wetness gushed out of her, nearly undoing me.

Fuck, but she was beautiful.

I quickly removed my pants, pushing them down my legs and grabbing my hard cock, stroking up and down the length and squeezing the tip to keep myself from coming too soon.

She watched me, still looking like she hadn’t come back down from her peak.

I grinned wickedly at her, and she shook her head, already knowing where I was going with this.

“Mael, please?—”

Her words were cut off with a cry as I plunged deep inside her. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I fucked her.

I fucked her hard and fast. I fucked her with every savage feeling I had been experiencing since the moment I realized she was gone.

I pushed her legs further apart, hitting her deeper.

She convulsed beneath me. “Please, Mael. I don’t think I can?—”

“You can,” I bit out. “You’re made for me. You can take all I give you, won’t you, sweet girl?”

“Fuck,” she said, her jaw clenching. She dug her nails into my shoulder, clawing in deeper and deeper with every harsh thrust.

The pain did nothing but drive me further into oblivion. I palmed her tit with one hand and played with her, loving the way they bounced with my every movement.

“Look at you,” I said, plucking at her nipple until the surrounding skin turned red. “Look at what a good slut you’re being, how good you are at taking my cock.”

She mumbled something under her breath that I didn’t hear.

“Come for me, baby,” I said, slapping over the center of her nipple.

She let out a pained moan, her chest heaving from the sensation.

“Mael,” she breathed out, opening her eyes and looking at me. I didn’t look away. I couldn’t.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a searing kiss. I could still taste my own blood mingling in between us, and I knew she could taste it too.

I drove into her with three more violent thrusts until she came apart in my arms. Her cries of pleasure were quieted with my lips, and it didn’t take me long to fall after her, my cum spilling inside and feeling as if I no longer belonged to myself.

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