Page 20 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
Before attaching himself to the crook of my neck.
“Porter!”
He raked his teeth against my pulse point. “You’re so fucking perfect. God damn it.”
I whimpered for him. “More. I need more, please.”
Like lighting, he stripped himself of his clothes. And when his body finally came into view, I sat up and marveled at the sight. His chiseled abs bled into two thin lines against his hips that guided my eyes straight down to his cock. His balls hung low with a desperate need for release and his thick tip leaked with arousal in my presence. He looked absolutely delectable with his veins bulging from his thigh muscles. And as he walked back toward me, I laid myself down against the mattress.
Before he picked up my legs and tossed them over his shoulders.
With my ankles locked around his head, he guided his cock toward my dripping entrance. He pushed inside of me, sliding against all of my walls at once as my toes curled deeply. My eyes rolled back. He bent me in half before the last inch of him sank inside of me. And as an otherworldly groan bubbled up the back of my throat, his thumb pressed between my folds.
Before falling against my clit.
“Oh, hell that feels so good,” I moaned.
He smoothed the pad of this thumb against my clit. “Fuck yourself on me. Do it. Take what you want.”
I rolled my hips as much as I could as he pinned me down against the mattress. My walls massaged the thickness of his girth as he growled and cheered me on. I fisted the sheets as my body shivered. My juices dripped down my ass crack as he invaded the whole of me. He rutted against me like a wild animal, keeping in time with my pussy flutters as his thumb moved faster. And faster. And faster against the tip of my clit.
“Porter! Yes!”
His face fell into the valley of my tits. “Come for me. Do it. Pull me over with you.”
My back arched. “I’m coming! Porter, don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”
I spiraled into an endless oblivion as his thumb flattened against my swollen nub. My walls collapsed around him, milking him for all he had as he bit into the meat of my breasts. He sucked hickeys against my skin as my body quivered, my pussy pulsing around him.
Then, his hips stuttered before he buried himself all the way inside of me.
“Yeah. Holy shit, I’m coming. Astrid. Holy God. Oh, Astrid.”
Hearing my name pouring from his lips was like drinking a wine sent to me from the Gods. I committed the sound to memory as his threads of come blanketed my walls, filling me to the brim. The pulsing of my pussy pushed him out, causing a massive leak between my thighs that marked me permanently.
And when Porter collapsed against me, I slid my legs off his shoulders.
Before wrapping my arms around his back.
“I gotcha. It’s okay,” I whispered.
He sighed against my ear. “The bathroom up here clean?”
I giggled softly. “I even scrubbed down the tub.”
His hands massaged my thighs. “Then, it sounds like we should get cleaned up.”
I smiled. “Fine by me. Lead the way, handsome.”
Eleven
Porter
I thanked my fucking stars that the water running in her bathroom was clear and clean, because I was ready for one hell of a bucking in that tub. I ran a hot bath for the both of us to slip in, complete with unscented bubbles. I know not a lot of dudes understand that shit with women, but I had a couple of bad experiences on the tip of my tongue to make me do all kinds of research in how to help promote healthy lady pussies.
After all, infections are no fun for anyone involved.
“Mmmm, this feels fantastic,” Astrid groaned.
I wiggled my way into the tub just as she stepped in. I eased myself into the steaming water, feeling the bubbles popping against my skin as she sat in my lap. Feeling Astrid’s plump cheeks fall against my cock made me growl with delight. I threaded my arms around her and pulled her close, breathing in the scent of her as she laid her head against my shoulder.
But it wasn’t too long before she kept grinding that ass against my pelvis.
“You’re asking for trouble, you know that?” I murmured.
I nipped at her ear and listened to her sweet giggles before she kissed my jawline.
“And what if I am?” she asked.
I kissed the crook of her neck. “I got a solution for that one, beautiful.”
“Oh, yeah? Want me to turn around and sit in your lap instead?”
My cock stiffened against her. “Not just yet, beautiful. I want to watch you squirm first.”
I parted her thighs with my hand, and she gasped when my fingertips pierced her folds. I teased her entrance, feeling her pulsing and bucking as she tried to find the friction she wanted. I sucked on the skin of her neck softly, feeling her shiver and shake as moans fell from her lips. And as I dragged my fingers up her slit, I ran straight over her swollen clit.
