Page 47 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
I smiled innocently. “I don’t know what you mean, big boy.”
He pressed my face against his cock. “Open those lips, gorgeous. Let me feel you wrapped around me again.”
I happily did as he asked and the sounds that poured from his mouth shot me into the skies. I felt as if I were soaring around on cloud nine, seeing the world from a completely different perspective. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and felt his dick sliding against my tongue. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking as tightly as I could while the tip of his cock teased the back of my throat. I gagged around his girth. Spit dripped down my chin. And with every thrust of his hips, I grew wetter.
While he grew thicker.
“Holy Jesus,” he growled.
I hummed around his girth in praise as my hand migrated to his balls.
“Oh, God. Yeah. Squeeze ‘em, baby. Just like that.”
I sucked him back and bobbed my head, watching as spit trails left patterns on his skin. I massaged his balls and let my tongue wrap around the head of his dick while his hips thrusted and bucked. His sounds grew desperate. His hand clamped tightly in my hair. And as I opened my throat, he slid all the way back.
Until my nose nuzzled his tightly-wound curls.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed.
I gagged and moaned, vibrating his skin as his toes curled. He shoved my head down his cock and I relaxed as much as I could, feeling his load trickle all the way down my throat. My eyes watered as I matched my breathing with his threads of arousal shooting from his tip. The warm sensation dripped down to my stomach, filling me with him before he pulled my head away. He slid until his ass touched the ground and his legs wrapped around me.
And as I sank against his body, I felt him shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“My God, what have you done to me?” he asked breathlessly.
I giggled and kissed his jawline. “I guess the same thing you’ve done to me, I suppose.”
He wrapped his shaking arms around me. “Never come that hard in my life.”
Pride washed through my veins. “Good. Because I hope to make you feel like that forever.”
He kissed my temple. “You mean that?”
I tilted my head back and found his stare. “Yeah, I really mean that.”
He kissed my forehead. “What do you say to a movie marathon today?”
I smiled. “A lazy day in with brunch, cuddles, and you? Sounds like heaven to me.”
He chuckled. “My thoughts exactly. And I bet if we place our order quickly enough, we can still get their morning special of ‘buy one get one’ for their stack of pancakes.”
My stomach growled. “Oooooh, pancakes. With their strawberry syrup.”
He shifted around. “All right, that’s it. We can clean ourselves off another time. I gotta get this food ordered, otherwise the hanger’s gonna set in.”
We stood together before I laughed. “I get hangry, too, so I totally get it.”
I turned off the water as he stepped out of the shower, rummaging around for his phone. I took the time to at least dry myself off, even though Porter was drip-drying over by the bed. I heard him talking to the diner, placing an order fit for a fucking court of kings. I didn’t care, though. He was an eater, and so was I, and all I hoped was that we would share meals like this for the rest of our lives.
“All right,” he said as he hung up the phone, “food should be here in about an hour. And I’m pretty sure I ordered enough for us to have leftovers later on when we get hungry again.”
I tossed him a towel. “Sounds great. Now, dry off before you soak this carpet anymore.”
He caught the towel and ran it through his hair. “You know this carpet could use a decent soak and clean anyway.”
“Well, I don’t have anything to clean the water away, so let’s turn on the fan before we leave the room.”
He paused. “Has it at least been dusted?”
I nodded proudly. “Josie and I got a hell of a lot done when she came over to help. Yes, it’s been dusted.”
He tossed the towel back to me. “Then, allow me to do the honors.”
He walked over with his chest puffed out like a damn peacock and flipped the light switch. I shielded my eyes as the bright white light kicked on, but the second the fan started turning it made this hideous squeaking sound that almost sounded like metal gears within the fan itself were grinding together.
Porter quickly turned it off before walking over silently and throwing open the bedroom windows.
Then, he turned to look at me. “Think you need to replace your fan.”
My eyebrows rose. “You think? After that kind of a sound, you only think?”
