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“Am I doing okay?” I pull off his cock, my fingers never stopping to work myself up into a fevered frenzy.

“Shit, do you see me? I’m on the verge of coming in that hot mouth of yours.” He still hasn’t noticed where my fingers are, but then my head drops back, a sigh leaves me, and that’s when Creed attacks.

“You’re not coming on your fingers, not for a long damn time. Not when I’m here and, sugar, I’m not going anywhere,” he grumbles.

“But I’m not done. I want to taste you. It’s been too long since I’ve had you,” I groan in annoyance. When Creed captures my nipple in his mouth again, my words are silenced, especially since his hand is on top of mine, a finger right next to mine as we both tunnel them together. It feels so damn good, and I wish I could see just how hot it is to see us working together.

“Creed,” I moan. My other hand takes his cock, sliding along the length, trying to bring him the pleasure he’s giving me, even if it’s just a small taste until he’s inside me.

“Get there, sugar, because once you’ve come, I’ll be fucking you until you can’t walk tomorrow,” he promises me, pulling his lips off my breast. Our lips meet, tongues twining together. All of that combined has me core clenching on the two of us, and the lights dim behind my now closed eyes as I come with Creed.

Eleven

Creed

Laney’s mouth is heaven and hell all at the same time. Heaven for the way she may not have a whole lot of practice, but the effort and the way she works me up, that’s the part of hell. Because there’s no fucking way I ever want to leave it. Christ, I was such a dumbass to think her family wouldn’t accept us. Age be damned, and her fucker of a brother, I bet the shithead knew all along.

“Enough,” I demand. It’s time I give my woman a little tit of tat. And she’s already admitted how much she likes my mouth on her cunt.

“Creed, don’t make me wait.” She’s on her back, legs spread, body shaking with need.

“The wait will be worth it. The buildup is what you love, sugar. And I’m going to have you flying so high that when you’re still coming, I’ll be sliding deep inside you. Maybe we’ll create what we both yearned for.” My hand moves to her lower abdomen.

“Oh God.” Her hand reaches for mine, telling me all I need to know. I’ll fuck a baby into her, and it’ll happen soon. Maybe even today, if everything goes well.

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that. Tie you to me in more than one way.” My head dips down, tongue tracing the lips of her pussy, tasting her sweetness, wanting to devour her whole. My mind blanks. The only thing I care about is making her feel as good as she made me, to wring out an orgasm so intense from her that she forgets everything. My name echoing off the water. Too bad no one else will hear her. I’d love for the whole world to know she’s mine and only mine. My teeth graze her clit before my tongue laps at it, soothing the pain that I know she loves so much.

“Fuck!” Laney’s body arches, trying to stay in place yet fighting to get away from the intense pleasure I’m giving her, and my fingers aren’t even inside her pussy. I press her legs further apart, holding them wide for me, knowing exactly what she needs. My mouth covers her cunt, tongue thrusting inside her, like my cock would, then goes back to her clit, sucking on it and then repeating the process over and over again. When her fingers delve into my hair, pressing my face further into her center, I know she’s about to scream the lake down with my name. And she may hate me for what I’m about to do, but there’s nothing better than feeling her cunt convulse on my cock as she milks the cum from my body.

“Don’t stop,” she chants multiple times. The orgasm takes over her body. I let her start to come only to pull away from her, my hand fisted around my cock.

“Not stopping, sugar. You know that. Now take what you want,” I groan as I slide inside her in one powerful thrust, our bodies connected in the most carnal way, her bare cunt lips fluttering around me, and if I move in just the right way, she’ll come alive like a live wire.

“Christ.” Now it’s me who’s about to lose it. I fall on top of her, my forearms caging her in, my lips parting hers. Laney wraps one of her legs around my back, one foot planted on the ground, helping lift her up as I thrust into her. The other foot is digging into my back. I’m sure there’ll be a bruise there tomorrow, but it’ll be another mark she left in her wake. It seems we’re both hell bent on branding one another, and I’m not complaining one bit.


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