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He bites my neck when he pushes the tip of his broad head between my soaked lips, keeping his eyes trained on mine in the mirror as he slides deep inside my channel so I’m sheathed tightly around him.Claimingme. I can feel the binds of him holding me firm.

“Mine.” Then, he moves within me. My body, mind, and heart feel like it meddles with his as he whispers, “My home. My everything.”

And that’s when I fall over the edge for a man I only know as Creed and know there’s no turning back.

Chapter 13

Creed

My home. My everything.

There’s a tangible shift. In her. In me. In us.

Her eyes never leave mine as I claim her.

And thisisa claiming. This woman is mine, and I’ll do absolutely anything to keep her, happy and fulfilled, by my side.

The white of my shirt that I still wear is stark against all her bronzed skin, and I drink in the sight of her as I move into her with long, deep strokes. Her dark nipples are peaked, the indent of her waist gives way to the flare of her hips, and her legs are spread wide.

Her eyes lower, but I don’t command her to keep her eyes on mine because I see where she’s looking. I dip my hand, and, using my fingers, I spread her lips, exposing her swollen clit.

“Do you like watching us, angel?”

She stares at her pussy—the exposed, glistening clit, and her lips sheathed around my thick shaft. She licks her lips, nodding. I can feel her throat move under my hand as she swallows. Her eyes watch us, seeing my tattooed cock sliding into her and joining us. “I like watching you move in and out of me.”

I nuzzle her neck. “Good girl. Tell me what else you like.”

“I like how wet you make me.”

“Good fucking girl.” I move my fingers from splaying her lips apart and roll over her clit, slow and hard. “I like how wet I make you, too. The seat in my car was drenched.”

I lick up the side of her neck, and when I reach her ear, she shivers and quakes against me. I apply more force to my thrusts into her and love how I steal her breath. Her tits bounce with every slow, hard thrust, and she watches them.

I’ve never fucked anyone fully clothed while they were naked. I hadn’t expected that endytophilia would be a kink of Sophie’s, but I’m so insanely happy that she didn’t hesitate to share what she wanted to do with me.

Not only does she physically respond immediately, instinctively, and intensely to me, but every reaction is unguarded. I sense shefeels safe with me and doesn’t hesitate to share what she wants and needs. And that pleases me, insanely. The only thing that pleases me more is being buried deep inside her, knowing she’s mine.

Remembering the first night and how responsive her nipples were, my hands leave her throat and clit to cup her breasts. I don’t touch her dark nipples, but they look rock-hard.

I massage her lush globes in slow, lazy strokes, avoiding her nipples for now, and loving the goosebumps that dot her skin and the hitch in her breathing. I match my thrusts into her with the tempo of the massage strokes. Without touching the rock-hard nipples, I lightly trace the dark areolas, then go back to massaging and squeezing her flesh. The firmer I squeeze, the more she moans and starts to stir on my cock, like she’s getting agitated.

“You need more, angel?” I bite her earlobe.

“You’re stirring something in me. I don’t…” She leans her head back against my chest. “I don’t know how to chase it.”

“Let me bring it to you.”

I thrust harder into her, making both of us moan. I ease off that intense force because, as much as I want to hammer into her ruthlessly—and know it will bring us both to our knees and end up with her pussy full of my cum—I want to experiment and bring her pleasure this way first.

Still massaging, kneading, and squeezing her tits, alternating with the light traces of her areolas—leaving both her clit and nipples untouched—I work her up. Every time I trace the areola and get close to her rock-hard buds, I can feel her anticipation and need rise higher, and her walls start to flutter, telling me the nipple play could make her orgasm.

When I move away without touching the probably aching nipples—with this different form of edging that I’m doing to her—she whimpers. My cock throbs with the need to explode inside her, and I fight the urge to pummel into her.

Finally, I drag my thumbs over her rock-hard nipples. As expected, she isultra-sensitive. Her walls flutter around my cock again, stronger this time, and the noise she makes is low and guttural. I brush over them again, then again with more force.

“Oh my god, that feels amazing.” Her chin falls to her chest, but her head jerks up as I pinch her nipples. “Fuck,” she chokes, throwing her head back, and I have to grit my teeth from exploding at the sight of her.

She is a siren. So open and comfortable receiving and taking from me whatever brings her pleasure.

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