hair at her nape and pulled her head back, bringing them
face-to-face. Her lips were pink, swollen from the passion of their kisses, her
cheeks flushed. “Please,” she added.
“Yes. God, yes.” He lowered his knees, then with his arms
snug around her, he lifted. Shayla wrapped her legs about his waist, her arms
circling his neck, nearly crawling up his body. Creed stepped forward, allowing
the smooth surface of the wall to help brace them.
The head of his cock slid against her warm and damp folds.
Creed hissed. “Oh fuck. Shayla.” He grasped her shoulder between his teeth and
lips.
“Creed,” she moaned and sank over the length of his shaft.
Her tight heat engulfed him, punching the breath from his lungs. His legs
buckled, but he recovered before going down, pressing her shoulders against the
painted surface. “Oh God. Creed.” Shayla’s head fell back with a soft bump.
“You’re so deep.”
Then she moved.
The initial penetration, the squeeze of her core against his
shaft had been bliss. But nothing prepared him for the sheer mind-blowing
pleasure that came with the slide of her walls over his cock.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped.
“No way in hell.”
Up and down Shayla flexed her hips with Creed’s help. Within
seconds, his balls tightened, and the familiar tingling from the night before
grew at the base of his spine.
Too soon.
Oh fuck.
But like an out-of-control locomotive, there was no turning
back. Unbidden, his hips pistoned into her wet heat. Faster, and faster, taking
him higher and higher until finally the dam broke.
“Shayla!” The orgasm blasted from his shaft and a wave of
ecstasy so bright and intense rocketed through his nervous system, blinding
him.
She clung to his neck, rocking her hips through his release,
squeezing every drop from his cock. Creed held on tight, the woman in his arms
the only thing grounding him to the planet.
“I don’t want to ever let go.”
“Then don’t,” she whispered at his ear. “Take me to bed, and
stay with me tonight.”
A hard tremor rolled through his body at the thought. There
was nowhere else he’d rather be. He didn’t bother with a reply. Holding her to
his chest, Creed rotated, and with his rigid cock still buried inside, shuffled
the few feet to Shayla’s bedroom.
At the edge of the mattress he pivoted and lowered onto the
bed, Shayla astride his hips.
“Lie back,” she ordered with a smile that said she loved
being in control. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Shayla leaned forward, splaying her fingers over his chest,
then lifted her hips. The mouth of her core gripped the head of his erection
and Creed couldn’t have held back the groan that burst from his throat if he’d
tried. The action along his shaft lit every nerve ending. The recent orgasm had
left his cock in a hypersensitive state, and the detox from Sustain had his
erection switched on in a continuous fuck-me state. How the hell would his mind
survive?
She pulsed on his rigid length, her head thrown back,
breasts jutted out and swaying with every move. The dark-red blush of her
hardened nipples made his mouth water. Creed rose up onto his elbows and sucked
one of the tight buds into his mouth. Shayla mewled and dug her fingertips into
his scalp.
“Yes! Creed…” She panted. “So close.”
He shifted to her other breast. With his tongue, he circled
the dark areola surrounding the swollen nub, teasing her.
“Oh God. Please…Creed.” A fine sheen of sweat covered her
body as she worked up and down on his cock, reaching for her release. Damp
strands of hair clung to her cheeks and brushed his shoulders. Her lips parted
on a soundless cry and another surge of cum rose in his shaft.
“So damn beautiful.” He dragged his tongue across the tip of
her nipple, grazed it with his teeth, then latched on with his mouth, giving it
a hard suck.
Her body shuddered and the strangled sound that had failed
to breach the surface from her throat clawed its way out.
face-to-face. Her lips were pink, swollen from the passion of their kisses, her
cheeks flushed. “Please,” she added.
“Yes. God, yes.” He lowered his knees, then with his arms
snug around her, he lifted. Shayla wrapped her legs about his waist, her arms
circling his neck, nearly crawling up his body. Creed stepped forward, allowing
the smooth surface of the wall to help brace them.
The head of his cock slid against her warm and damp folds.
Creed hissed. “Oh fuck. Shayla.” He grasped her shoulder between his teeth and
lips.
“Creed,” she moaned and sank over the length of his shaft.
Her tight heat engulfed him, punching the breath from his lungs. His legs
buckled, but he recovered before going down, pressing her shoulders against the
painted surface. “Oh God. Creed.” Shayla’s head fell back with a soft bump.
“You’re so deep.”
Then she moved.
The initial penetration, the squeeze of her core against his
shaft had been bliss. But nothing prepared him for the sheer mind-blowing
pleasure that came with the slide of her walls over his cock.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped.
“No way in hell.”
Up and down Shayla flexed her hips with Creed’s help. Within
seconds, his balls tightened, and the familiar tingling from the night before
grew at the base of his spine.
Too soon.
Oh fuck.
But like an out-of-control locomotive, there was no turning
back. Unbidden, his hips pistoned into her wet heat. Faster, and faster, taking
him higher and higher until finally the dam broke.
“Shayla!” The orgasm blasted from his shaft and a wave of
ecstasy so bright and intense rocketed through his nervous system, blinding
him.
She clung to his neck, rocking her hips through his release,
squeezing every drop from his cock. Creed held on tight, the woman in his arms
the only thing grounding him to the planet.
“I don’t want to ever let go.”
“Then don’t,” she whispered at his ear. “Take me to bed, and
stay with me tonight.”
A hard tremor rolled through his body at the thought. There
was nowhere else he’d rather be. He didn’t bother with a reply. Holding her to
his chest, Creed rotated, and with his rigid cock still buried inside, shuffled
the few feet to Shayla’s bedroom.
At the edge of the mattress he pivoted and lowered onto the
bed, Shayla astride his hips.
“Lie back,” she ordered with a smile that said she loved
being in control. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Shayla leaned forward, splaying her fingers over his chest,
then lifted her hips. The mouth of her core gripped the head of his erection
and Creed couldn’t have held back the groan that burst from his throat if he’d
tried. The action along his shaft lit every nerve ending. The recent orgasm had
left his cock in a hypersensitive state, and the detox from Sustain had his
erection switched on in a continuous fuck-me state. How the hell would his mind
survive?
She pulsed on his rigid length, her head thrown back,
breasts jutted out and swaying with every move. The dark-red blush of her
hardened nipples made his mouth water. Creed rose up onto his elbows and sucked
one of the tight buds into his mouth. Shayla mewled and dug her fingertips into
his scalp.
“Yes! Creed…” She panted. “So close.”
He shifted to her other breast. With his tongue, he circled
the dark areola surrounding the swollen nub, teasing her.
“Oh God. Please…Creed.” A fine sheen of sweat covered her
body as she worked up and down on his cock, reaching for her release. Damp
strands of hair clung to her cheeks and brushed his shoulders. Her lips parted
on a soundless cry and another surge of cum rose in his shaft.
“So damn beautiful.” He dragged his tongue across the tip of
her nipple, grazed it with his teeth, then latched on with his mouth, giving it
a hard suck.
Her body shuddered and the strangled sound that had failed
to breach the surface from her throat clawed its way out.
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