“Creed –”
His h*ps bucked up and it pulsed through me.
“What did he take from you?”
I shoved my face in his neck and ground my h*ps into his.
“Sylvie –”
“My ass.”
His fingers at my shoulders dug in.
“He took your ass?” he growled.
“Yeah,” I breathed then, on a plea, “I need to move.”
“Didn’t make it good for you?”
“That shit’s not good, Creed.”
“That shit’s f**kin’ awesome, Sylvie,” he returned, his voice rumbling through me. “I get you ready, you’ll come so hard with me up your ass, you’ll think you’re comin’ out of your skin.”
Serious to God. I didn’t know how, that was not my gig but the way Creed was talking about it, it was not helping.
“I need to move, baby.”
“What else did he take?”
“Creed –”
His h*ps bucked up and I whimpered.
“What else did he take, Sylvie?”
“He hit me.”
Creed’s body stilled underneath me and it did this so completely it felt like all the air in the room stilled with him.
“What?” he asked.
“He hit me.”
“While he was f**kin’ you?”
His anger wasn’t slithering through the room and the room wasn’t stilled anymore.
It was vibrating with fury. Every f**king centimeter.
I lifted my head but before I could look at him and answer in the affirmative, I was on my back and Creed was pounding into me.
Finally!
I opened my mouth to speak but didn’t say a word because his slammed down on mine.
He f**ked me hard and kissed me harder. Then he f**ked me harder and I kissed him deep. Then I lifted my knees high, wrapped my calves around him and groaned down his throat as all he gave me washed over me.
He didn’t break the contact of our mouths even while I came, while he kept thrusting hard and deep or when his heavy grunts drove down my throat with his own release.