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I gasp, pushing at his chest. “Condom!”

Creed looks down between us, a pout forming on his lips. “But you feel so good.”

I swat at his chest.

He chuckles lowly, pulling his cock out as he grabs a condom from his back pocket, using his teeth to tear it open and then slide it on before he fills me again.

He grunts. “Fuck. Still just as tight. Your pussy is gripping like a vise.”

Or maybe it’s because he’s so big that I’m afraid he’s going to break me. His hands move to my ass, gripping me harder as he pulls me toward him, and his cock slides deeper.

I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him again. His mouth melts against mine without hesitation, his hips rocking in steady jerks as he pounds his cock in and out.

All I can think about is if it already feels this good to have him inside me, imagine how good this would feel in a bed where he could bend my legs over his shoulders, or if he were to fuck me from behind.

I shudder, my walls gripping him tighter as my release builds like a growing fire in my belly. My sexy biker pants against my lips, his low moans catching in his throat as he reaches between us, rubbing at my clit while his thrusts become erratic.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as hot as this man who looks absolutely lost in pleasure with his cock buried inside me.

One more flick of his fingers, another brush of my sensitive nipple against his leather cut, and a final deep thrust of his thick length pummeling into me, and I’m just as lost. My head tilts back, my neck bows, and my lips part in a silent scream while agonized bliss crashes through me.

He grunts, rocking his hips a few more times before I feel him follow me over the edge.

Actually feel him.

Feel as his large cock swells and then throbs as he empties himself. I feel a flicker of hatred toward the condom that’s preventing me from feeling his cum fill me.

We stay like this a moment, our panting breaths mixing with one another, his cock still pressed inside me.

My tongue drags along my lips and I fix my shirt over my breasts, feeling a bit more vulnerable now that I’ve been thoroughly fucked.

He clears his throat, grabbing his cock and the end of the condom. I can’t help but watch as he pulls out of me, and my pussy clenches from the sight of my wetness smeared all over and the cum filling the tip.

I sit on the sink as he takes off the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the trash. Our gazes clash as he looks back at me, and we just stare as he fixes my panties back into place, then lifts me off the sink and back onto my feet.

I look away first, uneasy about the intense connection between us.

“Want to take round two back to your place?” he says, buckling his jeans back up as I pick mine up off the floor and pull them on.

My fingers pause on my buttons, then I square my shoulders as I look back up at him. “Uhm. I kind of just wanted like a one-time thing.”

Creed’s eyes shoot up, his hand moving over his chest. “Ouch. You were using me?”

I roll my eyes, fixing my shirt properly, and turn to the mirror to check my makeup.

He steps up behind me, his dick pressing against the curve of my ass. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and his fingers trace up my arm to my shoulder as he pushes my hair off.

He presses a kiss to the curve of my neck and goosebumps ripple over my skin. My stomach sucks in as his hands slide over it, resting right at the waistband of my jeans as my pussy pulses with the reminder of his thick cock.

“Maybe once wasn’t enough for me.” His whisper fans over my throat, and I blow out an unsteady breath. My fingers curl over the edge of the sink.

“Once is all I can give.”

Creed hums. “That’s a shame.”

My lips tip up, and I tilt my head back to rest against his shoulder. “Maybe that’s just how it was meant to be.”

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