I smiled.
* * * * *
I was on my knees at the side of the bed between Creed’s spread thighs and I was working his beautiful cock.
Fucking hell, I liked his cock. Big, thick, long, hard and silky. Beautiful, every inch. All of them.
I pulled up, lips tight around the rim of the tip and, while rolling it with the tip of my tongue, I sucked deep and hard.
“Jesus,” I heard him groan then, before I knew it, I had hands in my pits and I was flying through the air.
I landed on my front in the bed and I didn’t have the chance to get used to my change in circumstances before my h*ps jerked violently. I heard the rip and my panties were gone.
I rolled and looked up at Creed who was looming over me.
“I wasn’t done,” I informed him.
“You’re done,” he growled.
“I totally wasn’t –”
I stopped talking because my head shot back seeing as his fingers glided through the wet between my legs and he started finger f**king me.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
He got closer, I felt his heat and hard body at my side and his fingers worked me faster, driving deeper.
I moved my hand between my legs to curl around his so I could feel.
I felt Creed’s lips skim my chest before they disappeared and then his mouth was at my ear.
“Tank off, baby,” he whispered, his fingers not ceasing for a nanosecond in their delicious activity.
I yanked off my tank.
“Bra,” he grunted.
I arched my back, twisted my arms behind me, released the clip and tore off my bra, tossing it aside.
The instant I was done, his mouth closed over a nipple.
My back left the bed, I ground my h*ps down on his hand and shoved my breast deeper into his mouth.
My free hand slid into his hair and I moaned, “Oh God, yes. My God, yes.”
I rode his hand, my h*ps bucking and jerking against his fingers.
His thumb tweaked my cl*t and I gasped loudly as sensations tore through me.
His mouth released my nipple.
My chin dipped down and my eyes locked on his.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He shoved his fingers up deep and tight. “Want my dick there,” he growled.
Right.