Page 41 of Creed

“This pussy is mine. Say those words with my name.”

I want to glare at him, hiss and tell him to screw himself, but I need that orgasm. Goddammit, he makes me a needy, gushy mess.

“This pussy is yours, Creed.” When he smiles with a cocky smirk, I add, “For now.”

He tongues his cheek. “Bad girl.”

His dark look makes me burn with anticipation. God, I hope he spanks me.

My legs shake as he helps me out of the car and ensures his buttoned-up coat hides all my lady bits.

If anyone sees us, though, it’ll be obvious what’s going on. I mean, come on, my bottom half is naked and barely covered by his jacket. He carries my jeans, and the bulge in his pants isobscene.

His fingers—the ones that had been deep inside me—interlink with mine, and he walks us to the private elevator to his penthouse. After he does the biometrics and enters the code, he turns to me once we’re inside the lift.

“Bad girls get punished. However, I promised you an orgasm in less than three minutes, and time is running out.”

Leaning up against the elevator wall because my legs aren’t stable, I lick my lips. “Tick-tock, loverboy,” I taunt like the last time I had been here.

“Challenge accepted, angel.”

He drops to his knees, throws my leg over his shoulder, and falls on me like a man starved, making me cry out and hold on to the wall bar for support.

His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as his tongue pushes in between the folds of my slit, using long, hard licks with the flat of his tongue. His groan pushes me up one last notch, and when he sucks hard on my clit, I’m a goner.

I scream out as my climax crashes through me, intensified by being brought to the edge and denied five times, delivering me the most powerful orgasm of my life. My legs give out as my whole body spasms and relaxes, then spasms again as wave after wave courses through me. His hands gripping my ass are the only thing that keeps me from collapsing as his mouth continues its conquering of my pussy.

The ding of the door announces we’ve arrived at his penthouse. He made me come in seconds.

Ineedthis man.

“More.” I somehow get the word out from a mouth that doesn’t want to work. “Creed.”

He stands, sliding his body up mine. I feel like I’m drugged. My limbs don’t want to obey my commands to move.

“What do you need, angel?” He kisses my neck, my lips, and chin, transferring my wetness there. He licks up my wetness, wanting every drop for himself, then bites my earlobe. “What do you want me to do to you? But before you answer that, remember what I told you our first night together: never hold back from me. Never be shy about what you want or need. I’ll give you everything.”

I’ve never felt more liberated, safe, and loved, and I share one of my secret fantasies. “I want to fuck you in this elevator. Me completely naked, you fully clothed.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver coursing through me.

I’m not expecting him to fist the lapels of his tailored-made jacket I wear and rip it open. Nor am I expecting it when my T-shirt is torn down the front. He shoves the destroyed material off me, then rips my bra in half and pushes it off me as well, like it offends him.

I reach for his zipper and pull it down. The material of his boxer briefs is wet from the pre-cum that’s been seeping out of his cock. He hisses as I pull his hard, thick, tattooed cock out through his zipper.

“Christ, I love this cock.”

“That’s music to my ears, angel.”

He spins me around so I can see us in the mirror. One of his hands is around my throat, the other cups my pussy. His eyes hold mine in the mirror. “You didn’t realize the full ramifications the last time I told you this, but now I think you do.” His eyes burn into mine with a possessive but protective flame. “Sophie Demeanus… you’re my good girl… You’re my angel… You’re mine.”

Each word vibrates within me, and my eyes stay on his as the truth hammers home. This man… one I still need to learnabout… to get to know… However, no other words have ever rang more true in my mind, heart, or soul.

“I’m your good girl. Your angel. Yours.”

He kisses the side of my neck, then breathes in my ear. “Eyes stay on us in the mirror while I claim you, Sophie Demeanus.”

I listen. I obey. Even if I didn’t want to, and trust me, I very much wanted to, I don’t think I could resist the command. My eyes stay on his as he spreads my legs. The coarseness of the fabric of his clothes sparks a myriad of sensations along my stimulated flesh.

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