Love Me (WITSEC #3)(36)

His words sent a pulse between my legs. “H—how does that prove you're sorry?”

He removed my other shoe, his gaze still locked with mine. “I won’t hold back anymore, Shi.”





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Our clothes were stripped away in that frantic and needy way. Creed paused when I was standing before him in only my thong and he before me in all his naked glory. The grin that took over his face as he slid his hands down my hips and over my bare butt cheeks was pure sin.

“Turn around,” he ordered after giving my butt a good squeeze.

I did as he said, and when he told me to bend over, I was having déjà vu. Again, I did as he asked. “My underwear isn’t see-through,” I said as I grasped my ankles.

“I’m not trying to see if it’s see-through, Shi.” The deepness and low tone of his voice made me shiver.

“Then what are you hoping to see?”

I felt him step closer before his finger hooked around the back of my thong where my tailbone was. He tugged on it, making the fabric pull tight along my slit. “I wanted to see how well this tiny strip covered you.” He tugged on it again, making the thong rub against me.

I squirmed a little. “And does it?”

His other hand grabbed me by my hip. “It covers all the places I want to lick.”

I squirmed again, rocking my hips and bumping against his hard shaft.

He chuckled. “Feeling eager, Shi?”

“How long are you going to keep me like this?” I was beginning to feel frustrated, and he had barely touched me yet.

“You look so sexy bent in half I’m debating fucking you like this.” His hand at my hip lifted and came down on my butt cheek in a loud, slightly stinging slap. The sound echoed in the small, tiled room.

“I was promised shower sex—”

Before I could finish speaking, Creed tugged on my thong hard enough to rip it off.

“Creed!” I gasped and went to stand straight.

I didn’t even make it halfway before his hand slid up my spine, stopping me. “Let me have you like this first and we’ll finish off in the shower.”

Complying, I bent back down and grasped my ankles.

Holding me by the hip with one hand, he aligned himself with my entrance with the other. I let out a gasp as the tip of him entered me. Letting go of himself to grab my other hip, he began easing his way inside me. Once he bottomed out, I let out a sigh.

“Are you relieved to have me inside you?” He withdrew almost all the way.

“I’m not feeding your already-big ego.”

With a tight grip on my hips, he thrust back in, making me cry out. He withdrew again slowly. “Come on, Shi. Tell me you love it when I’m inside you.”

When I didn’t, he began sliding just the tip of his cock in and out of me. It felt good, but drove me crazy at the same time.

“Creed,” I grumbled.

“Shiloh,” he challenged.

I tried to rock back to take more of him in, but his hold on me held me still.

He chuckled. “Why must you be stubborn?” His hand came down on my butt in another loud slap. “If I don’t hold back, you don’t hold back.”

I yelped. “Fine! I love it when you’re inside me. Now please fuck me!”

Creed slammed into me, and I swore I saw stars. It was either from that or from being bent over for too long. I quickly began to not care as he continued to thrust into me.

The sounds of us slapping together and our heavy breathing filled the small room. Listening to it slowed down the moment and made it more erotic.

His strong grip around my hips kept me from falling forward, but the pleasure that was building inside me was causing my legs to shake and my knees to buckle. “Creed,” I whimpered.

He pulled out of me and manhandled me to face him. The world spun from me being righted so quickly and it didn’t stop spinning until I was lifted into his arms by the backs of my thighs. I barely got my arms and legs locked around him before he was back inside me, thrusting. My legs tightened around his waist and I began meeting him halfway in a bouncing motion.

He let out a groan. “You bouncing on my cock is the sexiest fucking thing.”

His words spurred me on, and I took over, riding him as he walked us into the shower. He turned the nozzles and cold water rained down on us. I froze and was mid-gasp when his lips captured mine. His tongue took advantage of my open mouth and began plundering in a way that heated me up from the inside out. I barely noticed as my back met the cold tiled wall. All I could concentrate on was his tongue and the way it stroked mine and the feel of his cock moving in and out.

With the support of the wall, one of his hands began to roam. He slid it up my wet body to my breast. He squeezed and kneaded the heavy-feeling mound that fit perfectly in his warm hand. His attention moved to my nipple. I moaned as he tweaked it between his fingers.

Then his hand moved down and around to my butt. My breath hitched as it slid between my butt cheeks and his finger began rubbing my back entrance.

He broke our kiss to stare at me. His eyes bored into mine, searching for any objection as he pushed his finger inside. I arched at the sensation of being stretched there. Stopping him never crossed my mind. We had done this before. I knew it would feel good. I also knew this was his way of easing my fears of being taken this way. In this regard, I could understand taking things slow. But there was a difference between taking things slow due to my inexperience versus withholding because they thought I might break. No one liked to be treated like they were fragile. At least, I didn’t, because I was terrified I’d start to believe it.