Page 22 of Creed

The sound of her crying my name in ecstasy and the gushing…

Her pussy fists around me so tightly I can hardly move. White stars explode in my vision as the most powerful orgasm clawsthrough my body. I explode deep inside her, with her clenching around me hard, as if to seal me inside her pussy for eternity.

The powerful orgasms roll through us, leaving us both shaking, and she collapses on top of me. Tremors still work their way through our bodies, her walls clenching and relaxing around me like the aftershocks of an earthquake. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close and never wanting to let her leave.

“Holy,” she breathes. “It feels like a mess.” She refs to the combined cum coating us.

“A hot, sticky mess, but the best kind.” I nuzzle my face into her neck. “Has that ever happened before?”

She shakes her head, keeping her head buried. I gently ease her back so I can look at her.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I cup her face. “I feel like the king of the world. I’m the first man to ever make you comeandto be the one to help you have a gushing orgasm. Lots of women never have those.”

Her face softens as her cheeks remain pink. I wrap my arms tighter around her and sit up with her straddling me. “Hold on, angel.”

She hooks her legs around my waist, and I grip her curvy peach ass as I stand and walk us to my bathroom and into the shower.

She squeals as I press her against the cold tile wall and use one hand to turn on the water. I could’ve set her down to turn on theshower, but I want her wrapped around me, me still deep inside her, for as long as possible. She squeals again as the cold water hits us and wiggles. I clamp my hands around her ass, holding her in place. As the water warms up, cascading on us, she relaxes and tilts her head to look at me.

She’s a vision. Water runs down her face, and her dark hair is pushed back. I want nothing more than to take her somewhere remote and tropical and fuck her under a waterfall, then leisurely bathe her before I do it all over again.

“You’re breathtaking,” I say. Doubt flashes on her face, and a shyness descends. “Tell me what you want and need.”

She wiggles again, and I let go of her, letting her slide down my body so she’s standing, even though that’s the last thing I want. “I need to go.” She looks away, her voice soft.

I frown. “Why?”

Water runs down her nose, and she flicks it away. “I shouldn’t have stayed last night. I don’t do that. My roommate will be worried.”

“Do you always do things you feel you should because of others?” Her eyes flare with anger, and her mouth tightens. I soften my next words. “You could just text your roommate and tell her where you are, so she doesn’t worry.”

“I can’t stay.” She steps away from me. “I told you last night. You’re dangerous. I have a plan for being here in San Diego, Creed.”

Suddenly, her intent is crystal clear.

She thinks this is only one night.

When I had given her the last chance to walk away, she hadn’t realized I meant more long-term. She also thought there was anonymity. She only knows my first name and assumes I don’t know hers.

Inwardly, I grin like the Cheshire Cat because I know her firstandlast name.

“You don’t need a guy messing with your head, no matter how hot he is, right?” I use her words from last night. A primal satisfaction fills me as her eyes rake over me, head to toe, with hunger. “Let’s get you showered so you can get home and start your day.”

I bat her hands away as I lather her hair with shampoo, pleasure filling me with the task and the thought that she’ll smell like me all day. “Let me take care of you while I have you here.”

Her eyes close as she sighs, enjoying this as much as I do. I take as long as I can to wash her hair, threading my fingers through her strands as I rinse it. I’m hard again, but the only pleasure I seek is to care for her. I put conditioner in next, working the cream through the length of her tresses. As that soaks into her hair, I lather her body.

Her eyes fly open at the touch of my hands on her breasts. She sees my erection, but when she reaches for it, I step back.

“You’ll be sore after the pounding I just gave you.” And it hadn’t just been me; she had slammed down as hard on me as I had been thrusting up into her. Her pussy will be tender and swollen, at the minimum.

Disappointment laces her beautiful face, and I can see the indecision warring in her mind. She thinks this is the last time she’s going to see me, and she’s trying to decide if her pussy can take more.

I can’t find it in me to be that much of a bastard to take advantage of her mistaken belief, even though I want nothing more than to impale her on my cock once more. She’s going to see me again—she just doesn’t realize that yet. She’ll definitely be sore, and the last thing I want is to hurt her.

And I want her to be hungry for me.

“Trust me. I don’t want you to remember and curse me because you can hardly walk.” I resume washing her, then shift her to rinse the conditioner from her hair.

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