Free Creed (The Marquette Family Book One) by Tressie Lockwood Page A

to capacity. A few quick pumps, and he held her chin in place, leaned over her, and met her gaze. Shada stared into his eyes. The green of his irises darkened.
    “Shada, your pussy feels so good. I’m going to come in you.”
    “Yes! Do it, Creed. I want all of you.”
    He came, his hips jerking, his mouth seeking, and his hands squeezing her breasts. When he was done, he slid his cock free of her and stood up. Sore, Shada started to sit up, but Creed raised her into his arms.
    “What are you doing, Creed?” She protested and tried to get down, but his hold tightened, and he walked out of the living room with her. He didn’t let her go until he had dumped her in his bed and joined her. Creed had covered his bed with pristine white sheets and a matching white comforter. The A/C blasted, chilling the air, so she loved snuggling beneath the covers.
    He nuzzled her from behind but then moved away, and she heard the snap of the condom coming off. A drawer opened, and a package rattled. This man’s sex drive was unbelievable. A thrill raced through Shada’s body.
    She peered over her shoulder at him. “You want it again?”
    He reached for her and drew her back to his chest, a hand snaking around her waist. “You have no idea.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Shada checked her phone. No calls. She started to dial Marisa’s number but then remembered her sister wouldn’t be up at this time. Shada shouldn’t have risen either, after the night she had with Creed. Every muscle hurt, and her pussy needed vacation time. She’d loved every minute of sex with Creed, though. How did that man even learn how to pleasure a woman the way he had her? Or was it that they were a good match? He went wild in bed. He became so authoritative. She loved how he had given her a safe word even though she found no need to use it. No one had ever done that before, because they had never taken her hard enough. She had always wanted it that way, but every time she had risked telling a lover what she wanted, she was doomed to disappointment. Not only did Creed like it rough too, he exceled at making her feel good and giving her just enough pain to give her multiple orgasms.
    Now, with the sun just peeking over the horizon, she was starving. She didn’t have her car, so she couldn’t leave, and she had no idea what Creed’s address was to call a taxi. As she saw it, he owed her breakfast, and she was going to collect on her own.
    She laughed at her reasoning as she located the kitchen and found a modern layout that looked like something straight from a magazine. Forget the house, he’d said. She could only dream of having something this nice. The stainless-steel double-door refrigerator beckoned, and she crossed the kitchen to see what Creed had to offer. With any luck, he wasn’t the kind of bachelor who had nothing but sour milk and moldy bread in there.
    To Shada’s delight, she found the fridge stocked, and she removed peppers, onions, eggs, cheese, sausage, and rolls from the freezer side. After she got the stove on the island going, frying the sausage, she started on chopping the veggies. Creed strode in just as she slid the pan of rolls into the oven. “I hope it’s okay that I’m cooking. I’m hungry.”
    His hair stood up all over his head. She’d never seen him look so sexy. “It’s fine.” Creed’s gaze lowered to her breasts and then her legs. “Is that my shirt?”
    “Well, you did tear my clothes off.”
    “I think you were the one who popped your buttons.”
    “Whatever. I couldn’t come down here naked.”
    “I don’t mind.” He reached for her, but she smacked his hand.
    “I’m cooking. Don’t bother me.”
    He grunted.
    Shada prepared two plates of food. “Do you want some?”
    He smirked and took a seat on one of the stools at the end of the island. He had dressed in a pair of shorts, and from the way his cock was being defined by the fabric, she guessed he had bypassed boxers. Being shirtless, he gave her an