Page 44 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
And when we barreled into the house, we made our way upstairs.
“Please tell me we’re eating naked,” Porter said.
I heard his clothes dropping in the hallway as I carried the food into the bedroom. “Is there any other way to eat while in bed?”
I set the food down on the mattress and quickly shedded my clothes. But before we could even wiggle our way into bed, a pair of lips attached themselves to my neck. Porter kissed and nibbled. Licked and sucked. And while the tantalizing smells of pizza and breadsticks lingered in the air, his tongue held me captive.
“Porter,” I moaned.
He slid his arms around my waist. “You taste like dessert.”
I giggled. “Shouldn’t we eat dinner first, then?”
So, to answer me, he spun me around and crashed his lips against my own. He pushed his tongue between my lips. He pressed himself against me, his muscles sinking into my curves. My pussy lips became wet for him. My muscles trembled for him. The whole of me caved as he cloaked my back with his arms, kissing me with a passion I’d never felt before.
And it caused me to forget all about the food on the bed as we sank to the floor of my bedroom.
Twenty-One
Porter
“Oh, God,” Astrid moaned.
Her sounds spurred me on as I kissed down her neck. As I nuzzled against her breasts. As I sucked her nipples between my teeth and enjoyed them until they were swollen just for me. I buried my face in her tits before I placed open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, feeling her excess undulate for me. Feeling her peaks and valleys parting as I made my way to her core. Her legs fell open, exposing her heated scent. It wrapped around my head and pulled down downward still, until I slid her legs over my shoulders.
And as I lapped up her dripping slit, her juices slid down the back of my throat.
“Shit,” she whispered.
“You taste amazing,” I growled.
I pierced her folds with my tongue and quickly found her clit. She jumped against me, her hands flying to my hair as she tugged me closer. I lapped deeply against her pulsing nub, feeling it grow for me with every lick. And as she bucked wildly against me, I growled against her pussy lips.
Before she tumbled over the edge.
“Porter, fuck! Oh, shit, that feels so good. Porter. Porter. Holy fuck, yes.”
With one more good lick, I shot up her body. I folded her in half and crashed my lips against hers, feeling her lick her scent off my skin. My cock pressed against her throbbing entrance. I waited for her to catch her breath before I inched myself inside.
And with every part of me that sank deeper, my balls quivered.
“Holy fucking Christ, Astrid. I love you so much.”
My hips bottomed out against hers and I pulled back slowly. I gazed down into her face, watching it contort with pleasure as I slammed myself back inside. Her juices were already dripping against my skin. She was so fucking wet for me that I actually heard my dick sloshing around inside of her. The sound filled me with a carnal desire to make love to her until she begged me to stop.
So, I pounded relentlessly as her curves jumped for my viewing pleasure.
“Porter!” she cried out.
I growled. “That’s it. Come for me. Squeeze that dick.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Sweat dripped down my brow. “I love you so much.”
A second orgasm crashed through her, but it didn’t stop me. Her pussy milked me for all I had, and I charged forward. The sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled the room around us as our intermingled scents drenched the floor. And with every hefty thrust, her legs quivered with passion.
“Oh, shit, don’t ever stop,” she whimpered.
Something sprayed against my pelvis and I lost all control. I rutted against her, stuffing her full as my balls pulled into my body. I pinned her hands above her head. I let my lips fall against hers. And as I swallowed her sounds, feeling her body lock out beneath me, my cock finally exploded.
Coating her walls with my mark.
The world spun and vibrated around me. Colors burst and sizzled behind my eyelids. My heart took flight, soaring into the heavens as the two of us unraveled together. I’d never felt more powerful in all my life. I’d never felt so loved and so needed than right there, hovering above the woman I loved. I collapsed against her and she somehow found the strength to wrap her arms around me. I heaved for air against the crook of her neck, and she somehow had the perseverance to pepper me in kisses.
Astrid was the strongest woman I knew.
And I was damn lucky to have captured her heart.
“You’re perfect,” she whispered.
