Page 54 of Creed
She thinks Bri was driven mad by me fucking others? Bri couldn’t care less. She just wanted the ring, the house, and most importantly, for me to hang up my cut.
It’s a hit to my gut to know what Morgan thinks, and I take a moment to control my breathing. My temper doesn’t rise often, but I’m furious she’d think so little of herself.
“You were the first person I fucked in Arizona. I’d been there for two months. The Sinners have a whole fucking horde of women that fucking begged for my cock every night.”
Morgan stiffens in her seat but I continue on.
“I knew it was a bad idea to fuck you. Some of the men tried to warn me with looks, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted you the minute I saw you. It would have been easier to fuck one of their clubwhores than a random from their town. I’m not some horndog that can’t keep it in his pants.”
“I’m sorry. I?—”
I shake my head. “No, I know what you thought. You’ve heard the rumors, that our club basically has orgies all the time. That we’re criminals with dirty money and even dirtier cocks.”
“Creed—”
“Should we have waited to get to know each other a bit before having a baby? Sure. Maybe I also wanted to selfishly keep you to myself before having to share you. But life rarely goes the way we plan. I’m going to be an amazing fucking dad.”
Her nails dig into my arm, and tears stream down her face when I look over at her.
“You will be, Creed. You’ll be such a good dad. I’m sorry. It’s me, okay? It’s my insecurity. I’m never the one who gets picked. I’m never the one that someone loves enough to stay. Why would you only want me when you can have any woman you want?”
Her last sentence is like a tortured scream, and she leans back into her seat, her hand on her chest as she tries to calm her jagged breathing. She hiccups on another sob and jerks her face away so I can’t see her.
I pull off the road and climb out of the car. I walk to her side, yanking the door open and leaning over her to unbuckle her seatbelt.
“W-what are you doing?” she cries out as I grab her under her arms and lift her out.
I pull her near the back, shielding the view of her and the things I’m about to do to her from her road. “Reminding you thatyou’re mine.”
Morgan gasps, looking up and down the empty road as I drag her dress up her hips and slide my hand into her panties. “Do you have a thing about fucking in public?”
I chuckle. “I have a thing for you.” I kiss her neck, finding the spot she shivers from right under her ear. “You don’t ever stop me.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, a moan slipping out of her lips as I push my fingers into her.
“Like breaking the law with me, Officer?” I whisper into her ear, pumping my hand a few times.
She shakes her head. “Shhh. Just—oh god.”
I curl my fingers, rubbing my palm against her clit until her pussy clenches tightly around me. “There we go. Come for me, Morgan, and then I’ll fill you with my cum.”
Morgan shudders, her breathing turning erratic as her hips start to rock with my pumps. I swallow her moans with my mouth as her walls flutter around me through her release.
As soon as the pulsing stops, I pull my hand out and undo my jeans just enough for my cock to spring out. She lets out a small yelp as I pick her up, and her arms scramble to hang on to my shoulders as I hook her knees in my elbows.
“Put me inside you,” I tell her, shifting us so my cock rubs against her pussy. Morgan reaches between us, pushing her panties to the side and guiding my tip inside her. I surge forward, burying myself in one stroke. Her head falls against the car.
“Oh god. I love your cock,” she cries out.
I wonder if that’s all she loves, but I ain’t about to approach that subject when I’m proving my point.
“It’s all yours. Only yours,” I tell her through my grunts as I pound into her drenched cunt. I kiss her throat, wishing I could see her breasts as they bounce with my thrusts.
Her cries get louder, and the urge to come is already riding me.
“Who owns this pussy?”
Digging her nails harder into me, her eyes flicker up to meet mine. “You.”
