Page 64 of Quiet Obsession
I cry out, pain screaming down my thighs, my nails breaking the skin along his shoulders.
“Christ,” he grits out, pulling back then slamming in, as he settles for a punishing rhythm. “You’re so—so fucking tight.”
I don’t let him scrutinize my face or he’ll notice I’m pushing through the pain of losing my virginity so abruptly.
A little pain never killed anybody.
But shit... it hurts more than I expected.
I can take it.
I’m not fucking fragile.
I don’t want to stop and think and wonder again.
“Fuck—” he rasps, every thrust scooting me up the mat. “Jesus, what the fuck are you doing to me?”
I drag his lips to mine, moaning as he rocks into me. The sharp pain retreats within moments, replaced by a sting that borders on pleasure. I’m crawling out of my skin beneath him.
I can’t get enough of this feeling, Creed’s mouth, or his possessive touch. He bruises my thigh while I dig my nails into his scalp, desperately pulling him closer.
I meet him thrust for thrust, tongue for tongue.
We move together, fast and rough, and I don’t feel broken. Creed’s not gentle, not careful in the least. The lust between us, the reckless desire pulling us under, is the most erotic thing I could hope for. He palms my ass, holds me still and fucks me into the gym mat like he can’t get enough of me.
My moans and gasps fill the room, the slap of our skin ricocheting off the wall. Pain mixes with pleasure. Everything inside me tightens and my mind switches off, not registering anything save for Creed and how free I feel while he ruins me.
My orgasm builds as he buries himself deeper and deeper, like he wants to crawl under my skin.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” His teeth graze my jaw. “I can feel it. Come for me, Millie. Let go, let go.”
I’m not the only one who’s close.
He swears under his breath, shuddering in my arms, and as if that was the secret ingredient, my back bows offthe mat. Everything inside me detonates, pleasure and pain shooting every which way. It’s overwhelming, all-consuming, fucking beautiful.
I never want that bliss to stop.
My thighs shake, my abdomen cramps and my mind soars somewhere unreachable for a few blissful seconds.
“That’s it,”he rasps, his cock dragging over my inner walls, his thrusts less rhythmical. “Fuck, you’re a sight.”
Another few seconds and he’s coming too, his panted breaths and broken grunts in my ear. He buries his cock deep a little harder, then a little slower. His abdomen pulls tight and teeth close over my shoulder as he spills with a guttural sound.
I hold him through it, completely spent and mellow, my legs barely cinching his waist. I’m breathing hard, my mouth’s dry, and my pussy throbs, sensitive and swollen.
Creed kisses the spot where he bit me, then kisses my lips a little softer. His hand tangles in my hair as his cock goes limp inside me but he doesn’t move right away. We stay like that, catching our breaths and calming our racing hearts.
“How are you doing?” he asks after a while, nudging my nose with his. “Because you look wrecked.”
I smile and nod, eyes closed, body wrung out in the best way. I’ve never felt this exhausted, no matter how many miles I’ve run. All I want now is to crawl under my comforter and sleep.
Creed pulls himself up, his cock slipping out of me, and I smile at how deliciously sore I am andnotbroken.
“What the fuck?” he inhales sharply.
My eyes fly open. He stares between my legs, his hands shaking on his thighs. I follow his gaze.
Oh...blood.
