“You’re my good girl… You’re my angel… You’re mine.”
Mine.
With a body like that, I’ll be whatever you want me to be for tonight.
Creed’s big body coils and relaxes as he moves, and I want nothing more than to have my hands on all that hard, inked skin.
When he kneels on the bed, I sit up, reaching for him. He shifts, laying us both down and stretching out beside me. We twist onto our sides, our limbs entwining, almost naturally, as if they’ve done this a million times and instinctively know how to fit perfectly together. My body is humming, hot, and aching for him to unleash that cascade of pleasure again. However, something has paused. His piercing eyes skate over my face, and his large hand curls over my hip. The possessiveness of the words he just spoke still hangs in the air, wrapping around us almost tangibly.
“What do you want, angel?”
He’s already asked me that, and even though the words are the same, I feel that the question’s meaning has shifted.
“You,” I breathe. “I want heaven and you.”
His eyes flare. “You think I can give you heaven?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation.
“And what if a little taste of hell has to accompany heaven?”
“Then you’ll protect me from the hellfire.”
He sucks in sharply, his hand tightening on my hip, and his eyes blaze. “This is your last chance to walk away.”
I’m giving myself tonight. I’ll take this and all it has to offer as something that’s just for me. I’m giving myself permission to do something for me. Not for my family, not for my future and how I could help my family, but something solely and selfishly all for me.
I press my body more firmly against his as my answer.
His grin turns wicked. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, angel.”
His hand grips my ass, bringing me to him. His hardness rubs against my clit, making sparks and heat and pure need blast through me, and I can’t help the moan or the way my hips grind against him.
I’ve never seen a man like him, nor has my body ever responded to another like it had. I’ll question and think about that later, though. I won’t get into my head now and destroy or take away from the precious time I have with this glorious man inside a god’s body.
His eyes never leave mine as he uses his hand on my ass to help me grind along his length. “Take what you want, what you need, angel.”
The lace of my panties is between us, and his hard, long length rubs the material against my clit. It’s intense, and if I wasn’t so wet, it might hurt rather than feel good. But as it is, it feels amazing.
“Good girl.” He licks from the base of my neck to my chin.
When he praises me and calls me a good girl, it does something to me. Another thing I’ll have to unpack and think about later, but right now, I can’t think. He consumes my senses—sight, hearing, touch, even his scent. I need the fifth sense to be fulfilled, so I lean in to kiss him, diving my tongue immediately into his mouth, swirling it with his, to taste him. I want nothing more than to taste him deep in my throat and his cum, too.
The thought of sucking him off, having his thick, long shaft slide deep down my throat, does something to me. I work harder and faster against him, feeling myself climb up to the clouds where, if I can reach the pinnacle of my destination, I’ll freefall with pleasure. No other man has ever made me come, and this man is well on his way to accomplishing it for the second time.
However, I’m suddenly on my back, and the pressure against my pussy and clit is gone. I cry out in distress and need. His deep chuckle makes my eyes whip open, and a growl rips out of me.
Creed’s eyes widen in surprise at my growl—frankly, I’m surprised too, but my body is screaming for the orgasm he just denied me—as he kneels between my legs. Then he chuckles again, rubbing his lip with his thumb. “Are you greedy, angel?”
My chest heaves and moisture pools in my lace underwear. “You told me to take what I want, what I need.”
His eyes rove lazily over every inch of me, wantonly spread with only my lace panties hiding the last of my flesh. “I did say that, and you did take what you wanted and needed.”
I shake my head, almost frantically. “I didn’t get what I wanted or needed.”
“Oh, but you will.” His voice is laced with promise and sin. “Never hold back from me. Never be shy about what you want or need. I’ll give you everything.”
Yes, please.
But I stay silent and nod.
“Promise me. Say the words, angel,” he commands in that dominant tone that makes my core clench and throb.
And right now, the throbbing between my legs that’s aching to be satisfied would make me sell my soul if needed, so the words spill from my mouth without conscious thought.
“I’ll never hold back from you. I’ll never be shy about what I want or need.”
I don’t add tonight; no need to add that disclaimer right now.
“Take off your panties and bare your pretty little pussy to me.”
Holy lamb of god.
Then my brain shuts that down. The look of sinful promise on the man kneeling between my legs, staring down at me, has no place for talk of godliness. I want to sin with him. Do whatever he asks me to, no matter how dirty or filthy.
Lifting my hips, I push my panties down, slowly exposing myself fully to him. When the lace garment is over my hips, I tuck in my legs to slide my panties down my legs.
Creed takes my panties without taking his eyes off mine and lifts them to his nose and mouth. As he inhales deeply, a blush heats my cheeks, but his smelling them, smelling me, makes me grow wetter. My eyes widen as he licks the inside of my panties where it had been pressed between my legs.
“You smell and taste better than I could have ever imagined.” His eyes lower, and he scowls. My heart races, thinking, now that I’m fully naked, he doesn’t like what he sees. “Angel,” he warns. “Your order was to bare your pretty little pussy to me. Why are your legs bent and tucked in, hiding it from me?”
I obey immediately, my body and mind not questioning it, even though no one has ever seen so much of my body before, and I’ve never ‘bared my pretty little pussy’ to anyone. His eyes trail down my body, feeling like a physical caress, until they stop at the apex between my spread legs. Instead of making me blush and feel self-conscious about being bared to him, my legs widen further
“Good girl,” he rasps, sounding in pain. “Touch yourself.”
“Here?” I ask, rubbing my finger over my bottom lip, and his eyes fly to my face. At his look of displeasure, I try not to smile. “Or here?” I trail my finger down my neck between the valley of my breasts.
“Bad girl,” he growls and reaches forward.
I think he’ll grab my hand and put it where I know it’s supposed to be, but he pinches my nipple, making me suck in sharply and almost whimper.
Then, I jerk in shock and slight pain before a sunburst of pleasure explodes between my legs. I gape at him. “You just slapped my pussy.”
He shoves his tongue in his cheek, then smiles smugly, looking between my legs. “You liked it. Your pretty little pussy is dripping.” His eyes don’t come back up to mine; instead, he stares at my pussy. “It’s dripping all for me, angel, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Touch yourself.”
I’m not a brat this time and do what he wants—what I want. I won’t tease us any longer.
My hand skates down my belly, moving lower over my mound, all while he watches me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. When I slip a finger inside, his groan matches my moan.
He’s right; I am dripping. I’ve never been this wet before. It’s almost too wet, as I don’t have the friction I want or need.
“Use your other hand to spread your lips, angel. Show me that clit that’s aching.” I do as he says. “Play with your clit now.”
He’s right; my clit is aching, and when I touch it, my back arches. I fight to keep my eyes open and trained on him as I play with the sensitive, swollen nub.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“What would feel better?”
“You.”
“What part of me?”
“Your fingers. Mouth. Tongue.” My eyes dip to the inked thick hard cock that stands at full mast, the head the only un-inked portion, and it glistens with wetness. “Your cock.”
“Good girl. Good fucking girl. You’ll get all that. In that order.” He shifts to lie down between my legs and blows, making tingles erupt. “My fingers, mouth, tongue, and cock are all going to claim you. Because you’re mine.”
Any protest I may have about that possessive claim—not just the words, but his tone—and the pure dominance he makes the claim with, is blasted away as two fingers push inside me. They fill me and give me the friction I need. “Eyes on me, angel.”
I lift my head, looking at him between my splayed legs as he flicks his fingers. He isn’t pumping them in and out but moving them front to back, which makes pleasure ricochet through me.
He pushes my finger away from my clit, which pulls me back from the pinnacle of release and denies my orgasm again, and makes me want to scream.
“Your orgasm is mine and mine alone,” he growls.
Dominant prick.
But the sensations and what he’s making me feel shuts down my snarky reply.
I continue to watch him as he uses his fingers to spiral me up, fighting the urge to close my eyes and ride out the sensations. He licks his lips, and I want his mouth and tongue on me so badly that I have to swallow my begging whimper. My clit is being left entirely out, and I know I need clit stimulation to orgasm. When I pleasure myself, I can come with no penetration and by only playing with my clit.
I remember my promise never to hold back or be shy about what I want or need. “I need your mouth on my clit.”
He shifts, and I feel his breath on me. “That’s my good girl,” he says as if he was waiting for me to fulfill my promise that I’d voice what I need.
His mouth closes over my clit, and he flicks his tongue. I cry out, arching my back to get closer to him. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding his head to me as he flicks his tongue over my clit again. When he sucks it, my legs start to shake, and my back arches more. Pleasure erupts everywhere inside me, and I scream as I shatter. The pleasure doesn’t stop as he sucks my clit harder and pumps his fingers into me, as well as that forward-back movement that’s becoming my undoing.
Actually, everything about him is becoming my undoing.
Jolts of shock start as he continues to torment my clit, making it almost overstimulated. I try to wriggle away from his mouth, but he clamps an arm over my hips to hold me in place.
“It’s too much,” I whimper.
He eases on the tormenting suction and replaces it with long, lazy licks as he continues to pump his fingers into me, adding another finger to increase the fullness. Each little flick on my clit shocks me like a live wire, but I still want more.
The heat of his flesh scorches me as he moves up my body, and his thick cock presses at my entrance. He doesn’t push in, though. With the head of his shaft, he splits my lips and glides between them to slide over my sensitive, swollen clit.
“I’m going to claim you fully now, angel.” He kisses me, and the heady taste of myself on his lips and tongue makes me feel intoxicated. My wetness on his mouth and chin coats me as his mouth moves over mine. “I’m not going to sheath up. I won’t have anything between us.”
I stiffen and shake my head.
“I’ve never slept with anyone without protection, and I’m clean.” He braces his elbows on either side, looking down at me.
I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year, am clean, too, and am on the pill to help with irregular cycles. But why is he choosing to break his regular practice with me?
Before I can ask, he kisses me again, rougher, driving any tangible or rational thought out, and replaces it all with him, especially as he continues to slide in my wetness between my lips and rubs over my clit. He pulls back slightly and shifts to re-position his cock so its broad head presses at my entrance.
“Look at me, angel.” My eyes open to find him staring down at me. “I normally fuck hard and wild, but with you, for this first time, I want to feel and cherish every inch of you as I slide in. Eyes stay on me.”
I’m hypnotized by the blue fire in his eyes as he starts to push inside, stretching me to accommodate his size, as well as the fact that I haven’t been with anyone in so long. My breath shudders as the sensation of him and the pleasure of him sliding in steals every ounce of air I have.
“Mine,” he exhales, then pushes the last of his length in with more force. As our pelvises hit, he groans, tilting back his head and closing his eyes, and I clench around him. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He moves in me, sparking even more heat and rippling shocks of pleasure as he does.
“You feel fucking perfect.” He kisses me as his slow, lazy strokes transition to harder, firmer ones that steal my breath. “You feel like everything. Everything in my world that I didn’t know I needed.”
His words, as well as the feeling of him, unleash something in me, and I run my hands over his back, feeling the corded muscles clench and relax as he moves. My nails dig into his rock-solid ass, and I grip him tighter, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Fuck me, Creed.” I want and need everything he can give me. “Give me it all. Everything.”
I’m not sure which part of my statement it is, or if it’s me using his name, or maybe it’s all of it, but he growls, then unleashes on me.
His hands go under my ass, lifting and tilting my hips, and he bites my neck as he thrusts harder into me, then harder yet until he’s pounding into me.
Creed is the first guy to make me orgasm, and he’s working on making it happen for the third time with his skin rubbing against my swollen clit.
As I spiral up into the clouds of ecstasy, I would think Creed would be getting close to orgasming himself with how hard he’s hammering into me, but he doesn’t show any signs of finishing anytime soon.
How the hell is he so perfect?
I moan, my head falling back, as his fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he shifts my hips yet again. He hits a spot so deep inside that it makes me see stars, and sweat coats my skin.
“Oh my god,” I moan again. Then again, when he bites my neck. My breasts are trapped between us, and my nipples rub against his skin as my clit rubs against his skin as well.
“Cum on my cock, angel.” He thrusts harder yet increases his speed. “Then I’m going to explode deep inside you.”
My nails dig into his hard ass, and I hook my feet together behind his back and slam my hips up to meet his thrusts as much as I can as I’m trapped beneath his body and at the mercy of his hold.
“I feel you tightening around me. Squeeze my cock like a vise.”
But then his upper body isn’t pressed against mine, and I cry out, missing his touch. His mouth falls on one of my painfully erect nipples, and I forget my angst at the loss of his body against mine as his tongue swirls around and his teeth bite. Somehow, he’s giving me even more pleasure and spiraling me higher. I’m not sure if I could be one of those women who can orgasm just by nipple stimulation, but whatever he’s doing is bringing me closer to orgasm.
“Fuck.” I slam my hips up to meet his. “I’m going to come again.”
“Yes,” he growls, then clamps down on my nipple, and I explode, screaming as the orgasm slams into me. Creed pounds into me mercilessly as I spasm around him, making the pleasure go on and on.
“Holy fuck.” He jerks, and I feel him thicken and pulse inside me as his orgasm rips through him. He tilts his head back, eyes closed, as ecstasy coats his stunning features.
The pace of his thrusts slows to lazy movements as he milks both of our orgasms, and we float back to reality. He catches his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me.
Wrapping his arms around me, he rolls to his back, bringing me with him. Still sheathed deep inside me, he holds me on his chest, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other running up and down my back as our hearts thunder and the cadence of our breathing slows.
I need to get up and find my clothes, but I don’t move just yet. The feeling of Creed beneath me, still inside me, his arm wrapped around me with his hand on my back, is something I don’t want to end. Even as sleep moves in to claim me and my voice of reason nudges me to get up and get going, I remain.
My last thought before sleep takes over is Creed’s words: “You feel like everything. Everything in my world that I didn’t know I needed.”
With those words whispering on repeat in my head, I drift off with him wrapped around me.
