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“Mhmm.” I nod and go in for a kiss.
“How about you take it easy on me after I fuck you, beautiful?”
“Bet.”
“Right there, beautiful. You’re taking my big dick down your throat so good.”
Creed has me held in place with his fist wrapped around my ponytail as he fucks my mouth at a steady pace, inching further and further to the back of my throat with every powerful thrust. Using one of the couch cushions to support my knees, I’m kneeling at his feet as though he’s the altar I pray too.
Creed’s a tattooed God and I’m hopelessly devoted in this moment, eager to please him and hear more of his praise. With one hand fisted around the base of his shaft, I stroke his balls with the other, continuing to lick and suck the thick and veiny length of him.
“Keep sucking me like that and I’ll spray my load all over your face,” he warns.
The threat of the act only serves to encourage me to test his control. I’ve gone completely off track from the innocent girl I once was. Creed makes me want to be dirty and wild. Playing it safe hasn’t gotten me anywhere. Landed me with a broken heart. Last time I let Smoke off the hook easily. This time, no way.
I’m going to get mine too. He wants to have fun with his whores. Two of us can play that game, and I’ll let Creed treat me like a slut.
I suck him harder and faster, increasing the tempo of my movements.
His hips jerk erratically as he pulls my hair, keeping me right where he wants me. “Fuck, Ember. I’m going to come all over those pretty lips of yours.”
Staring up at him through my lashes, my eyes beg for him to do it.
Popping free of my mouth, he grips his fat cock in his palm and beats the head against my lips as he does what he promised and ejaculates, painting my lips with his essence.
Licking my lips like a cat who got the cream, I stare up at him, wondering if maybe I could be falling for him, too.
At least in another life.
Maybe, just maybe.
Someday.
New Mexico
Since the fight, Smoke has been keeping his distance, and I think Creed and I are growing closer. I’m not in love with the guy. I think a lot of what I’m experiencing is lust. The thrill of something new and making Smoke want to eat his own heart.
Maybe that makes me a bitch, but I don’t care. He hurt me. Tore my heart out of my chest and squeezed it until it burst. I want him to ache like I have. To know how deeply it cuts to see the person you thought loved you give themselves freely to someone else. First, I was in denial. Then came the sadness. The regret. Now I’m pissed off and the dry heat isn’t helping my mood.
“Let me get your shoulders.” Creed massages sunblock into my skin.
One thing I will say about him is he is more considerate than I would have given him credit for if we hadn’t been spending so much time together.
“Thank you,” I mutter as I slurp down my strawberry freeze drink. We’re driving straight through the night until we arrive at our destination. Anarchy California.
My stomach grumbles and a wave of nausea rolls through me.
“You okay?” Creed tilts my chin up. “Your face just went really pale.”
“Must have drunk this too fast.” I toss the cup into the trash.
“You sure? Is the heat making you ill?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“I’ll be fi––” I don’t get to finish my statement because vomit shoots up the back of my throat and out my nose as I cap a hand over my mouth. The drink I consumed seconds ago sprays all over Creed and down the front of my clothes.
