Page 48 of Creed

I moan, pushing back toward him. “Again.”

The next one hits my other ass cheek, but my scream is choked.

“We didn’t establish a safe word, angel, but say stop if it’s too much.” He rubs over my stinging flesh, his rough, callused hands feeling so absolutely right.

I nod.

“More?”

I nod again as my cheeks burn and my core pulses. This is the oddest and hottest punishment ever.

“Are you sure?”

I look back over my shoulder. “I trust you.”

Emotions play over his stunning face, and his eyes and nostrils flare. He reaches forward and under me to my clit, making me jerk with the overstimulation, then drags his fingers through my wetness and pulls it up my crack. He repeats the movement but pauses on my pussy.

“This pussy is mine. Say it.”

“My pussy is yours.” We’ve already established that, but saying the words again hammers home the reality of how right this feels.

His breath seethes out of him as he drags my wetness up my crack again; only this time, he gently presses the lubed tip of one finger slightly into me. “This ass is mine.”

Heady sensations fill me as he pushes in a little further. “My ass is yours.”

He leans forward, his finger still halfway in me, and uses his other hand to pull on my hair, using it to control my head and tilt it back and to the side. His mouth hovers over mine. “This mouth is mine.”

I lick my lips. “My pussy, ass, and mouth, myeverything, is yours, Creed. And that beautiful cock, rock-hard ass, and ripped body of inked muscle and flesh are mine. Onlymine,” I lay claim to him.

“Only yours.” He brushes his lips over mine, a touch so gentle and out of place for the increasingly dirty things playing out.

He pulls back so suddenly, and then his hand thunders down on my ass six times, three on each cheek. In the end, I’m almost sobbing in need, with the throbbing between my legs overtaking the throb and sting of my ass cheeks.

The need to come is destroying me; however, I know stimulation to my clit is too much, and I’ve never orgasmed from penetration alone before.

He gently rolls me over onto my back—my ass cheeks relishing the cold of the island top—and starts rubbing my breasts over his shirt that I wear.

I smile up at him towering over me. His deft fingers undo the buttons and slip in to free my breasts and work that erogenous zone for me. “I thought I was being punished.”

His smile makes my core clench, and my heart flip. “Is your ass not on fire yet?”

I squirm because it is burning, but it feels wonderful. I stare up at him like a god towering over me. “I quite liked my punishment.”

“Hmm.” He looks down at me with need darkening his eyes. “You want your reward now, angel.”

I know what I want. I shimmy my body and place my head on the island’s edge. “I want you in my mouth.”

The image of him looking down at me, his eyes blown with lust and his nostrils flaring, will be forever imprinted on my brain.

I reach over my head to pull his big, thick cock out of his sweatpants. When I slip him into my mouth, pushing my body to hang my head further over the island so he can go deep inside my throat, he groans, long and hard.

I’m at his mercy. In this position, I can’t move up and down his shaft or pull back for air—he controls all the movement. He starts to fuck my mouth, pulling back to let me get more air before plunging back in.

“Fuck,” he groans. “My dirty, perfect little angel. My siren hidden from the world.” His hands bury into my hair and grip my head, thrusting harder and faster. “You like swallowing my cock?”

I nod and hum around him.

“Goodfuckinggirl.” He pulls out, and I gasp a deep breath, my pussy clenching at his words and praise. Then he plows back in. “Christ, I’m sliding right down your throat.” He palms my throat.

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