I took too long, enjoying how hot it was and I knew this because his finger slid out.
Crazy, insane but I wanted it back.
“Please,” I gasped, tipping my ass up, an invitation.
His hand slid across my cheek, cupping it, the pads of his fingers digging in and his voice was husky when he muttered, “Good, beautiful. Now take your hand away, hold onto the couch. I’m gonna work you and when you want my cock, you ask for it and you do it nice. Yeah?”
As I said, I didn’t mind this bossy Creed. No way. No f**king way.
“Yeah,” I replied immediately.
“Stop touching yourself, Sylvie.”
Okay, shit. I didn’t want to do that but I did it.
It was the right thing to do. I was rewarded immediately. When my hand slid away, his hand slid in and he finger f**ked my pu**y as I felt a finger slide slightly inside my ass.
“You want more, say please,” Creed ordered, f**king me hard between my legs with his fingers.
“Please,” I begged, moving my h*ps with his hand and he gave me more.
God, shit, he was right. This was awesome. Amazing. Fantastic. So good, it felt like I was going to come out of my skin.
“More?” he asked.
Oh yeah. More. Definitely more.
“More,” I gasped, holding onto the edge of the couch, the fabric torture against my hard ni**les, my legs trembling so hard they were shivering.
“What do you say?” Creed prompted.
“Please,” I whimpered and he didn’t delay, he gave me more.
He kept doing it without me asking and I was on the edge, so close, so f**king close and he pulled out, tweaked my cl*t then his fingers wrapped around the outsides of my thighs.
“You don’t come like this, baby,” he growled. “You come with me inside you.”
“Take my ass,” I replied instantly.
“Ask nice,” he ordered just as quickly.
“Take my ass, Creed, please.”
I felt his hands clench my flesh before he demanded, “Finger to your clit, baby. Make yourself come while I f**k your ass.”
I nearly slid off the front of the couch as I hurried to do what I was told and my whole body was quaking, ready, fevered. I felt the sleek, oil-slickened head of his c**k prod, push, slow, firm, back, then more, gentle, careful until he pushed through with the tip then he slid slowly all the way in and he had me. Every bit of me. The one last part he didn’t have yet was now Creed’s.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful everywhere,” he groaned as he started f**king my ass. “Harder baby. Take yourself there.”
I pressed harder, deeper, rolled, bucked, reared into his smooth, deep strokes, his hands curled around my h*ps pulling me to him, pushing me away at the same time holding me steady on the couch.
It built and, God, it was too much. It was too huge. I couldn’t take it. It was burning through me. It was going to consume me.
“Creed,” I panted into the couch, panic rising as the pleasure swelled. Wild, uninhibited pleasure that felt like it was going to destroy me and I lifted up onto a hand in the couch, arm straight.
“Work yourself, Sylvie,” Creed grunted, going faster, getting impatient, one hand slid around my hip to cover mine between my legs, he pushed in, rolled then twitched our fingers as he kept at my ass and it overwhelmed me.
My head shot back, my muscles seized and my cry pierced the room as I experienced the most intense, overpowering, extraordinary orgasm I’d ever had in my life.