Page 43 of Creed

“Let go for me, angel,” I whisper in her ear, barely holding on myself. “Come all over my cock. Drench my dick with your cum.”

I pinch her nipples harder, then give them each a vicious twist as her pussy tightens around me. Her pussy clenches me like a fistas I twist her nipples the other way before releasing them and making the blood rush to the tortured peaks.

“Creed,” she cries as she comes, and her pussy walls clamp solid, like fucking steel, around me. I can’t even move as I watch the orgasm hit her full force.

Her entire torso flushes bright red as the full effect and intensity slams into her. I’m transfixed but mildly alarmed as she completely stops breathing, and her pussy walls are like iron shackles around my cock.

But then, her walls marginally relax, and that signals her brain to drag in a deep breath, and the waves of the orgasmic contractions explode into rhythmic action. She chokes out my name as I watch the waves of her contractions visible on the front wall of her abdomen in the mirror.

She falls forward, and I catch her. Her arms shake as she braces her hands on the rail. “Fuck me harder, Creed. Come inside me.”

I give her what she demands. Only she, my queen, can command me in such a way.

I pound hard into her, making her cry out with pleasure. I’m unsure how I’m still lasting as she continues to clench around me, feeling like another orgasm is close on her heels. I’m getting close, and my balls suck up tight to me.

I haul her body upright so her back is flush with my front again. Holding her with an arm banded over her chest, my shirt rubs over her stimulated nipples. I shift the angle of my hips, hittingher front wall harder, ramming her g-spot. Using my free hand, I work her clit, willing myself to hold on for a few more seconds.

“Creed,” she whimpers hoarsely.

Then sheexplodesfor the third time, and her scream echoes off the walls of the elevator and into the foyer entrance of my home. I feel the gush of her release and watch it squirt out of her to spray the mirrored wall in front of us.

I roar in satisfaction as I come right after her. I nearly black out, and starbursts mix with black in my field of vision. My cock feels like it’s being ripped apart in the best way possible with the force that my cum blows out from me and buries deep inside her.

She collapses, her torso falling forward and her legs giving way, and I catch her. Somehow scooping her into my arms as I tremble like a leaf myself, not caring that my dick is still hanging outside my pants. Her in my arms is all that matters.

I walk through the foyer, into the kitchen, and head straight for my bedroom. Sophie is limp, with her face buried in my chest.

I lay her on the bed, staring at her thighs, covered in our mixed cum leaking out of her. Her eyes are closed, and I lean down to her. “Angel?”

She doesn’t stir, and I smile.

Did she pass out from that?

“Angel.” I brush my lips over her full, perfectly pouty ones.

“Hmm?” she finally responds without opening her eyes.

“You okay?”

“Do Italians love pasta?” A smile tugs at her lips while her eyes stay closed.

Chuckling, I kiss her lightly. “Stay resting. I’ll be right back.”

She makes an incoherent noise. Unbuckling my belt as I enter my ensuite, I love that the front of my pants is soaked from what we’ve just experienced together. I undress, tossing my clothes into my laundry basket, then start the bath. I wet a face cloth and grab a towel.

When I return to my bedroom, Sophie hasn’t moved. Utter contentment and bliss fill me as I gaze at her sleeping, naked form on my bed.

Leaving my angel-slash-siren to rest, I go to wipe up the elevator. I grin at the spray of her orgasm on the mirror as I clean it and the floor. I love that Sophie completely lets go with me. I’m not trying to get rid of ‘the evidence,’ though. I don’t want her to see it, feel embarrassed, and try to hold back from reaching that level of release again.

I return to my room, toss the towel and cloth into the laundry. Sophie is still sleeping, and I smile as I enter the ensuite. The tub is half full, and I check the water to ensure it's the perfect temperature, then I go back into my bedroom to get my angel.

When I scoop her up again, she doesn’t wake up; she burrows her face into my chest, breathes deeply, and relaxes further. Her reaction thickens my throat with emotion.

Holding my most precious cargo, I carefully lower us into the tub, spreading my legs so she is between them and cup her head back against my chest.

She sighs sleepily. “Did I just pee the bed?”

I burst out laughing. She chuckles, too, but her eyes stay closed. I kiss her forehead, then rest my chin on her head as she shifts and settles in. We fit perfectly.

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