Page 71 of Creep

“I—”

My words were cut off when he cupped me between the legs, his palm squeezing my pussy.

“Don’t deny it. Not when you’re literally gushing over my palm right now, baby.”

He moved his hand up and down my crease, and I closed my eyes from the sensation, my stomach dipping as I took in a deep breath.

“Please,” I said, but I didn’t know what I was asking for at that point.

He pushed one of my legs off the counter, spreading me out for his gaze. Pulling his hand back, he smacked my pussy a couple of times.

“Fuck!” I shouted out from the pain and glared over at him.

His smile widened. “I don’t like to repeat myself, baby.”

“What happened to my sweet Mael?” I asked, although I’d always thought there was a hint of darkness in him that I hadn’t been able to fully explore before.

He laughed. “He’s not here. Not since I got your text this morning and have been going out of my mind.”

A tinge of guilt hit me. If he was feeling even an ounce of how I had felt all day, I was sure he’d felt shitty.

He slapped my pussy once more.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Lost you there for a moment. Focus on me, kitten.”

I didn’t get the chance to answer him. Not when he was moving his finger from side to side over my slit.

I arched my back, wanting more of him.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Look at you. Look at this greedy little cunt of yours, weeping and begging for more. You want me to eat you out, baby?”

“Yes,” I hissed out, no longer caring about anything else but what he could do for me,tome.

I didn’t care that we were doing this in my place of employment, which was such a stupid and dangerous thing to not care about. But that was going to be a problem I worried about another time—not now.

This time, I just wanted more and more and more.

I reached for him, pulling him down to me. He didn’t disappoint as he took my lips with his in a kiss that just about stole my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair, and kissed him harder, loving the taste of him. All the while, his fingers continued to play with my pussy, unrelenting and confident, each stroke igniting a fire inside me I never thought would be possible.

“Mael,” I moaned out when he pulled back.

“I got you,” he said softly, his blue eyes nearly dark. He began to kiss his way down my body.

His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a blazing path in their wake. I shivered as he reached my collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. My fingers tightened in his hair as he moved lower, his stubble scraping against my skin, creating that delicious friction.

“God, you're perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough-sounding as his hot breath fanned across my nipple. “Perfect for me. Perfect in every fucking way possible.”

I arched into him, desperate for more. He chuckled darkly, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. A cry escaped my lips as pleasure like bolts of electricity pulsated through me. He didn’t give me a chance to think about anything else but the feel of his hot lips surrounding me, from one aching tip to the next, before his lips were on the move again.

It felt like I wasn’t able to get enough air into my lungs. I tried, but I… It was just not enough. There was too much going on. I sucked in a harsh inhale when I felt his tongue on my skin. Hell.

He paused when he reached my stomach, glancing up at me, his eyes dark and dancing with a sort of wicked humor I couldn’t understand.

“You’re mine, yeah?”

I licked my lips. “I’m yours.”

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