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I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year, am clean, too, and am on the pill to help with irregular cycles. But why is he choosing to break his regular practice with me?

Before I can ask, he kisses me again, rougher, driving any tangible or rational thought out, and replaces it all with him, especially as he continues to slide in my wetness between my lips and rubs over my clit. He pulls back slightly and shifts to re-position his cock so its broad head presses at my entrance.

“Look at me, angel.” My eyes open to find him staring down at me. “I normally fuck hard and wild, but with you, for this first time, I want to feel and cherish every inch of you as I slide in. Eyes stay on me.”

I’m hypnotized by the blue fire in his eyes as he starts to push inside, stretching me to accommodate his size, as well as the fact that I haven’t been with anyone in so long. My breath shudders as the sensation of him and the pleasure of him sliding in steals every ounce of air I have.

“Mine,” he exhales, then pushes the last of his length in with more force. As our pelvises hit, he groans, tilting back his head and closing his eyes, and I clench around him. “You’re sofuckingtight.”

He moves in me, sparking even more heat and rippling shocks of pleasure as he does.

“You feel fucking perfect.” He kisses me as his slow, lazy strokes transition to harder, firmer ones that steal my breath. “You feel like everything. Everything in my world that I didn’t know I needed.”

His words, as well as the feeling of him, unleash something in me, and I run my hands over his back, feeling the corded muscles clench and relax as he moves. My nails dig into his rock-solid ass, and I grip him tighter, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Fuck me, Creed.” I want and need everything he can give me. “Give me it all. Everything.”

I’m not sure which part of my statement it is, or if it’s me using his name, or maybe it’s all of it, but he growls, thenunleasheson me.

His hands go under my ass, lifting and tilting my hips, and he bites my neck as he thrusts harder into me, then harder yet until he’spoundinginto me.

Creed is the first guy to make me orgasm, and he's working on making it happen for thethirdtime with his skin rubbing against my swollen clit.

As I spiral up into the clouds of ecstasy, I would think Creed would be getting close to orgasming himself with how hard he’s hammering into me, but he doesn’t show any signs of finishing anytime soon.

How the hell is he so perfect?

I moan, my head falling back, as his fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he shifts my hips yet again. He hits a spot so deep inside that it makes me see stars, and sweat coats my skin.

“Oh my god,” I moan again. Then again, when he bites my neck. My breasts are trapped between us, and my nipples rub against his skin as my clit rubs against his skin as well.

“Cum on my cock, angel.” He thrusts harder yet increases his speed. “Then I’m going to explode deep inside you.”

My nails dig into his hard ass, and I hook my feet together behind his back and slam my hips up to meet his thrusts as muchas I can as I’m trapped beneath his body and at the mercy of his hold.

“I feel you tightening around me. Squeeze my cock like a vise.”

But then his upper body isn’t pressed against mine, and I cry out, missing his touch. His mouth falls on one of my painfully erect nipples, and I forget my angst at the loss of his body against mine as his tongue swirls around and his teeth bite. Somehow, he’s giving me even more pleasure and spiraling me higher. I’m not sure if I could be one of those women who can orgasm just by nipple stimulation, but whatever he’s doing is bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Fuck.” I slam my hips up to meet his. “I’m going to come again.”

“Yes,” he growls, then clamps down on my nipple, and I explode, screaming as the orgasm slams into me. Creed pounds into me mercilessly as I spasm around him, making the pleasure go on and on.

“Holy fuck.” He jerks, and I feel him thicken and pulse inside me as his orgasm rips through him. He tilts his head back, eyes closed, as ecstasy coats his stunning features.

The pace of his thrusts slows to lazy movements as he milks both of our orgasms, and we float back to reality. He catches his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me.

Wrapping his arms around me, he rolls to his back, bringing me with him. Still sheathed deep inside me, he holds me on his chest, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other runningup and down my back as our hearts thunder and the cadence of our breathing slows.

I need to get up and find my clothes, but I don’t move just yet. The feeling of Creed beneath me, still inside me, his arm wrapped around me with his hand on my back, is something I don’t want to end. Even as sleep moves in to claim me and my voice of reason nudges me to get up and get going, I remain.

My last thought before sleep takes over is Creed’s words: “You feel like everything. Everything in my world that I didn’t know I needed.”

With those words whispering on repeat in my head, I drift off with him wrapped around me.

Chapter 6

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