Oh yeah. I was right. This was hot.
His hands traveled the skin of my waist, up my back, down my sides then they disappeared. I heard a cap pop, another soft “funf and his hands were back, slicker, warmer, roaming everywhere, oiling my entire back, my sides, ribs, waist and around where he rubbed the oil into my br**sts, thumbs circling my ni**les making me squirm. Back to the bottle and more oil, over my hips, down the outsides of my thighs.
Those thighs started trembling.
Back to the bottle, another “funf” then more oil over the insides of my thighs and up over the cheeks of my ass.
“Spread wide, baby, give me all you got,” Creed murmured, his voice rough.
I slid my legs wide without hesitation.
I moaned into the cushions as his slick hand slid between the cleft of my ass, through my wet and over my pulsing clit. His finger rolled, gentle, soft, mind-boggling and my hands slid out so my fingers could curl around the edge of the couch cushion to hold on.
“You can get a hand up here, Sylvie, I want your finger here. Soft, sweet, like this,” he kept touching me, showing me what he wanted. “You make yourself come, baby, I won’t be pleased.”
This was another challenge that I was willing to accept but wasn’t so sure I could best it. Still, I was going to try. So I braced my torso on the couch and put my hand between my legs. Creed’s fingers gave mine access but they didn’t go away. Covering mine, he felt as I touched myself and I knew he liked it when he growled and pressed his hard, jeans covered c**k against my thigh.
“My Sylvie,” he murmured, his other slippery hand roaming my slick skin, “so beautiful, so sweet, so f**kin’ hot.”
Shivers drifted up my spine, my hard, throbbing ni**les brushed the upholstery of the couch making them throb harder and Creed’s hand drifted back through the wet then away. He went back to the bottle and I felt the oil dripping directly onto my skin, sliding down my spine, between the cheeks of my ass, drenching me. I felt more shivers and it took everything not to press harder, deeper, roll my h*ps into my hand, strain them to him.
I was coated in oil, so were his hands as they moved over me, pressing in, circling, fingers curling so his knuckles could dig deep into my muscles, turning me on and relaxing me at the same time. A sexy massage. An erotic rubdown.
So when it happened, I was ready to take him as his slippery fingertip slid inside my ass.
My body tensed except the muscles of my legs quivered, my ass reflexively tipped up, pushed out to get more and his finger slid in a little deeper.
Another moan into the couch.
Oh God, that was good.
Oh God, how was that good?
“You want more?” Creed’s thick voice came at me.
“Yes,” I breathed into the couch.
“Say please, Sylvie.”
Oh God, that was even hotter.
I took too long, enjoying how hot it was and I knew this because his finger slid out.
Crazy, insane but I wanted it back.
“Please,” I gasped, tipping my ass up, an invitation.
His hand slid across my cheek, cupping it, the pads of his fingers digging in and his voice was husky when he muttered, “Good, beautiful. Now take your hand away, hold onto the couch. I’m gonna work you and when you want my cock, you ask for it and you do it nice. Yeah?”
As I said, I didn’t mind this bossy Creed. No way. No f**king way.
“Yeah,” I replied immediately.
“Stop touching yourself, Sylvie.”
Okay, shit. I didn’t want to do that but I did it.
It was the right thing to do. I was rewarded immediately. When my hand slid away, his hand slid in and he finger f**ked my pu**y as I felt a finger slide slightly inside my ass.
“You want more, say please,” Creed ordered, f**king me hard between my legs with his fingers.
“Please,” I begged, moving my h*ps with his hand and he gave me more.
God, shit, he was right. This was awesome. Amazing. Fantastic. So good, it felt like I was going to come out of my skin.
“More?” he asked.
Oh yeah. More. Definitely more.
“More,” I gasped, holding onto the edge of the couch, the fabric torture against my hard ni**les, my legs trembling so hard they were shivering.
“What do you say?” Creed prompted.
“Please,” I whimpered and he didn’t delay, he gave me more.
He kept doing it without me asking and I was on the edge, so close, so f**king close and he pulled out, tweaked my cl*t then his fingers wrapped around the outsides of my thighs.
“You don’t come like this, baby,” he growled. “You come with me inside you.”
“Take my ass,” I replied instantly.
“Ask nice,” he ordered just as quickly.
“Take my ass, Creed, please.”
I felt his hands clench my flesh before he demanded, “Finger to your clit, baby. Make yourself come while I f**k your ass.”
I nearly slid off the front of the couch as I hurried to do what I was told and my whole body was quaking, ready, fevered. I felt the sleek, oil-slickened head of his c**k prod, push, slow, firm, back, then more, gentle, careful until he pushed through with the tip then he slid slowly all the way in and he had me. Every bit of me. The one last part he didn’t have yet was now Creed’s.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful everywhere,” he groaned as he started f**king my ass. “Harder baby. Take yourself there.”
I pressed harder, deeper, rolled, bucked, reared into his smooth, deep strokes, his hands curled around my h*ps pulling me to him, pushing me away at the same time holding me steady on the couch.
It built and, God, it was too much. It was too huge. I couldn’t take it. It was burning through me. It was going to consume me.
“Creed,” I panted into the couch, panic rising as the pleasure swelled. Wild, uninhibited pleasure that felt like it was going to destroy me and I lifted up onto a hand in the couch, arm straight.
“Work yourself, Sylvie,” Creed grunted, going faster, getting impatient, one hand slid around my hip to cover mine between my legs, he pushed in, rolled then twitched our fingers as he kept at my ass and it overwhelmed me.
My head shot back, my muscles seized and my cry pierced the room as I experienced the most intense, overpowering, extraordinary orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
It kept hold of me as Creed kept f**king me, his fingers kept at my cl*t and one orgasm rolled into another. I was on my third when Creed’s other arm sliced around the front of my hips, pulling me to him, burying himself inside me and I heard his deep, rumbling groan.
His hands traveled the skin of my waist, up my back, down my sides then they disappeared. I heard a cap pop, another soft “funf and his hands were back, slicker, warmer, roaming everywhere, oiling my entire back, my sides, ribs, waist and around where he rubbed the oil into my br**sts, thumbs circling my ni**les making me squirm. Back to the bottle and more oil, over my hips, down the outsides of my thighs.
Those thighs started trembling.
Back to the bottle, another “funf” then more oil over the insides of my thighs and up over the cheeks of my ass.
“Spread wide, baby, give me all you got,” Creed murmured, his voice rough.
I slid my legs wide without hesitation.
I moaned into the cushions as his slick hand slid between the cleft of my ass, through my wet and over my pulsing clit. His finger rolled, gentle, soft, mind-boggling and my hands slid out so my fingers could curl around the edge of the couch cushion to hold on.
“You can get a hand up here, Sylvie, I want your finger here. Soft, sweet, like this,” he kept touching me, showing me what he wanted. “You make yourself come, baby, I won’t be pleased.”
This was another challenge that I was willing to accept but wasn’t so sure I could best it. Still, I was going to try. So I braced my torso on the couch and put my hand between my legs. Creed’s fingers gave mine access but they didn’t go away. Covering mine, he felt as I touched myself and I knew he liked it when he growled and pressed his hard, jeans covered c**k against my thigh.
“My Sylvie,” he murmured, his other slippery hand roaming my slick skin, “so beautiful, so sweet, so f**kin’ hot.”
Shivers drifted up my spine, my hard, throbbing ni**les brushed the upholstery of the couch making them throb harder and Creed’s hand drifted back through the wet then away. He went back to the bottle and I felt the oil dripping directly onto my skin, sliding down my spine, between the cheeks of my ass, drenching me. I felt more shivers and it took everything not to press harder, deeper, roll my h*ps into my hand, strain them to him.
I was coated in oil, so were his hands as they moved over me, pressing in, circling, fingers curling so his knuckles could dig deep into my muscles, turning me on and relaxing me at the same time. A sexy massage. An erotic rubdown.
So when it happened, I was ready to take him as his slippery fingertip slid inside my ass.
My body tensed except the muscles of my legs quivered, my ass reflexively tipped up, pushed out to get more and his finger slid in a little deeper.
Another moan into the couch.
Oh God, that was good.
Oh God, how was that good?
“You want more?” Creed’s thick voice came at me.
“Yes,” I breathed into the couch.
“Say please, Sylvie.”
Oh God, that was even hotter.
I took too long, enjoying how hot it was and I knew this because his finger slid out.
Crazy, insane but I wanted it back.
“Please,” I gasped, tipping my ass up, an invitation.
His hand slid across my cheek, cupping it, the pads of his fingers digging in and his voice was husky when he muttered, “Good, beautiful. Now take your hand away, hold onto the couch. I’m gonna work you and when you want my cock, you ask for it and you do it nice. Yeah?”
As I said, I didn’t mind this bossy Creed. No way. No f**king way.
“Yeah,” I replied immediately.
“Stop touching yourself, Sylvie.”
Okay, shit. I didn’t want to do that but I did it.
It was the right thing to do. I was rewarded immediately. When my hand slid away, his hand slid in and he finger f**ked my pu**y as I felt a finger slide slightly inside my ass.
“You want more, say please,” Creed ordered, f**king me hard between my legs with his fingers.
“Please,” I begged, moving my h*ps with his hand and he gave me more.
God, shit, he was right. This was awesome. Amazing. Fantastic. So good, it felt like I was going to come out of my skin.
“More?” he asked.
Oh yeah. More. Definitely more.
“More,” I gasped, holding onto the edge of the couch, the fabric torture against my hard ni**les, my legs trembling so hard they were shivering.
“What do you say?” Creed prompted.
“Please,” I whimpered and he didn’t delay, he gave me more.
He kept doing it without me asking and I was on the edge, so close, so f**king close and he pulled out, tweaked my cl*t then his fingers wrapped around the outsides of my thighs.
“You don’t come like this, baby,” he growled. “You come with me inside you.”
“Take my ass,” I replied instantly.
“Ask nice,” he ordered just as quickly.
“Take my ass, Creed, please.”
I felt his hands clench my flesh before he demanded, “Finger to your clit, baby. Make yourself come while I f**k your ass.”
I nearly slid off the front of the couch as I hurried to do what I was told and my whole body was quaking, ready, fevered. I felt the sleek, oil-slickened head of his c**k prod, push, slow, firm, back, then more, gentle, careful until he pushed through with the tip then he slid slowly all the way in and he had me. Every bit of me. The one last part he didn’t have yet was now Creed’s.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful everywhere,” he groaned as he started f**king my ass. “Harder baby. Take yourself there.”
I pressed harder, deeper, rolled, bucked, reared into his smooth, deep strokes, his hands curled around my h*ps pulling me to him, pushing me away at the same time holding me steady on the couch.
It built and, God, it was too much. It was too huge. I couldn’t take it. It was burning through me. It was going to consume me.
“Creed,” I panted into the couch, panic rising as the pleasure swelled. Wild, uninhibited pleasure that felt like it was going to destroy me and I lifted up onto a hand in the couch, arm straight.
“Work yourself, Sylvie,” Creed grunted, going faster, getting impatient, one hand slid around my hip to cover mine between my legs, he pushed in, rolled then twitched our fingers as he kept at my ass and it overwhelmed me.
My head shot back, my muscles seized and my cry pierced the room as I experienced the most intense, overpowering, extraordinary orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
It kept hold of me as Creed kept f**king me, his fingers kept at my cl*t and one orgasm rolled into another. I was on my third when Creed’s other arm sliced around the front of my hips, pulling me to him, burying himself inside me and I heard his deep, rumbling groan.
