Page 50 of Creed

Her hand wraps around my thick cock, pulling it out of my underwear and stroking it larger. I hold on to her waist as she repositions herself to straddle me, her feet tucked under my knees. Both of our legs are gonna burn after this.

“Pull your dress down. I want to suck on your tits while you ride me.”

She yanks the top of her dress down, the neckline resting right under her mounds and lifting them up a little. When she rises to line herself up to my tip, I flick my tongue over one of her hard tips. Her wet, hot, snug cunt slips over my cock, and I grunt as the tightness grips me. We’ve basically forgone all use of condoms at this point, and fucking her raw does me in every time.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of it. My fingers flex on her sides, knowing that I’m going to be pumping her full of my cum, watching it leak out, and knowing I knocked her up. Idon’t know if Morgan wants a baby as much as I do or she’s just reckless. Either way, she’s mine.

“God. I love the way I have to force myself to stretch over your dick every time,” Morgan says with a breathy whimper.

I let out a hiss. My balls draw up with a snap and my cock throbs as I lean down, nipping at her breasts. “Baby…I’m going to need you to not talk like that again.”

She giggles and even that sound does something to me. I have to blow out a breath, think about Judge’s boring legal shit he always rails on me about, while keeping her still.

Her hands run over my shoulders into my hair, loosening my hold so she can rock her hips. My cock only moves in and out by about an inch. This isn’t the best position for anything, but it still feels amazing. I’m starting to realize it’s not really the sex, but the person I’m with.

I tilt my head back, trying to hold back. Her pussy clenches down on me, and I cup her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her sensitive nipples. If I’m going to come quickly, she’s going over with me.

Morgan groans, her fingers pulling at my hair as she moves her hips faster. “Just like that. I can feel you getting bigger, harder inside me.”

I grit my teeth. “Morgan.”

Her pussy flutters. “Oh god. Yes. I love when I can feel you like this, knowing each pulse is you filling me with cum. I like your cum.”

It’s impossible to stay sane. An explosion of fire shoots down my spine straight to my balls, and I thrust up from the force of it, coming hard.

Morgan cries out, and her nails dig into my scalp. Then we’re both done for, her cunt milking my cock over and over to squeeze out every drop from me. My legs slump and I have to catch us and the bike from falling.

She laughs and I shake my head as we both try to catch our breaths. I lift her off me, watching as my cock slips from her red, slick pussy. I jerk her panties in place before more of my cum can leak out and put her on her feet next to me before I fix myself and button up my jeans.

When I look over at her, our eyes catch. Her face is a little flushed, and her legs are trembling a bit. The sun peeks through the canopy of trees, hitting her back in such a way that she looks lit from within by an eternal glow. I swallow roughly, just staring at her.

“What?” she asks with a smile. “I thought it was fun, even if you said a bike isn’t the best place to fuck.”

My lips quirk. “It’s not, but whatever you want makes me want it.”

Her eyebrows raise. “Anything?”

I pinch her dress at her waist, pulling her closer. “Yes, I enjoy this side of you. So carefree and happy. I don’t like the Morgan I see when I get home and you’re all serious from your job.”

Her face falls, and I hate saying it, but it’s the truth. I’m not convinced that Morgan enjoys her job and doesn’t feel stuck doing it at this point.

“My job is serious.”

I nod, bopping her nose with a wink. “I know, but I’m just saying you look happier when you’re not working.”

Her eyebrows furrow, and she crosses her arms. Armor to separate herself when I look too closely at her. “Doesn’t everyone?”

That pulls a laugh from me. “No, my brothers love their jobs.”

“That’s—”

I interrupt her scowling with a click of my tongue. “I’m not talking about the club. Dodge owns a garage. He loves fixing shit, especially cars and bikes. Always has. Even when the business slows, he looks into restoration. Nash’s restaurant runs like a well-oiled machine, and yet he goes in everyday, helping them cook and experimenting with new items to keep the menu fresh because he loves it.”

I close my mouth before I let it slip how much Judge loves burying people in court, and I clear my throat. “I’m just saying. The club gave us the opportunities to pursue what we love to do. It’s still a job, sure, but something we enjoy doing.”

Morgan’s eyes water with tears she blinks away. “What do you do?”

I snicker. “I helped invest into some properties, so most of my money just flows in. But honestly? Whatever the club needs. Think of me as a diplomat in a way. I’m way too social and restless to hold down a job, so I lend a hand wherever the club needs.”