Tugging on my bottom lip, I bit it hard. “Fuck me, just shut up and fuck me.” Squeezing my thighs against his waist, I wrapped my legs over his calves. “Or do you need me to take over? Because I can if you can't handle it.” Giggling, I smiled, running my nails up and down his back.
Letting out a quick chuckle, he tilted his head. “You just sealed your fate, Princess.” Driving his lips onto mine, Porter kissed me as he slid his hand over my breast.
Snapping my eyes shut, my mouth opened, exhaling fast as he teased my nipple. Plucking and twisting the hard bead, I felt his hips thrusting, rubbing his cock against my pussy.
It felt so good, that subtle motion. As light as it was, it was enough to set my skin on fire and make my pussy yearn for more. Pressing my heels into the bed, I pushed my ass up, forcing my hot center to hit his cock.
Growling, he glided an open palm down my ribs, and ran his fingers across the hem of my skirt. Shifting my dress up my waist, he gripped my hip, pushing in hard with his thumb. The thin edges of his teeth grazed my collarbone, making me shiver.
Everything that had happened suddenly didn't seem important. There was no fear, there was no threat; not here, not with him.
Flicking my panties to the side, he stroked a single finger up and down my folds, spreading my juice. Moaning louder, I drove my nails into the mattress and tore at the sheet. A rush of tingles coursed through my body as my back arched hard, bowing instantly.
Clenching the blanket with my nails, I held myself in place as every muscle trembled with violent delight over his touch.
I had lost control of myself. This man was able to manipulate me in ways I couldn't understand. His fingers made me dance, his hands made me wriggle, and his eyes. . .
Fuck, those eyes did things to me I knew I'd never be able to live without now.
“That's so pretty,” he said, his tone warm and thick as he found my clit and kneaded the swelling button. “Sing for me, Emery, don't hold it in.” Harder and faster the pad of his finger rubbed quick firm circles against my clit.
My thighs were trembling, clutching his hips, doing their best to keep me grounded. I wanted to scream for more, the words were tumbling around inside my head, but I couldn't collect my thoughts enough to let them out.
All I could do was moan louder, groan with need, coo and sigh as Porter would bring me right to the edge of cumming, only to pull away and leave me breathless, craving more.
Tearing at his pants, I rocked my hips, grinding into his hand. I couldn't wait anymore, I had to feel him inside me. If he didn't fill me with his cock right then, I knew the next move of his finger would send me spiraling into the stratosphere.
“Get these fucking things off,” I barked between inhales, trying to unbutton his pants and tear them down his legs at the same time. “I can't take it anymore.”
Biting his lip, his eyes gleamed, twinkling with satisfaction. “Is that right?” Shimmying his waist, Porter kicked his pants off, letting them fall to the floor as if they were worthless.
“Now fuck me before I lose my damn mind.” Tangling my fingers in his hair, I tugged at the roots, my patience a mere thread that was ready to break.
We didn't get fully naked, neither one of us took the time to remove all of our clothing. Because in that moment, we were both giant balls of hormones and greed. My pussy was begging to be filled, to have this ache soothed.
His cock was rock hard and angry, threatening to burst through his boxers. Porter groaned as he sat back on his knees and softly stroked his length under his briefs. “You want this?” he asked, grabbing the base.
“Yes,” I said, my voice a whisper as he started to pull down his boxers.
My eyes lit up as his cock bounced free. Thick, firm, shiny and throbbing, his dick was engorged. Palming his shaft, I ran my thumb over the crown, smearing the pre-cum that glistened at the tip.
“Take me, just fucking take me.” I exhaled hard as my clit pulsed and my belly tumbled.
I knew I should have asked about using protection, but my brain wasn't functioning properly. The thought would pop in, then get smacked away by the arousal in charge.
Just ask him. . .
Biting my tongue, I stopped the question from coming out.
Fuck it. . . I don't care, it doesn't matter.
Yes it does. Don't be so foolish.
Porter started to push his hips forward, and then he stopped, peering down at me. “What is it? What's wrong?”
Pursing my lips, I tried to smile. “I don't want to ruin what's happening right now between us, but should we. . .” Chewing the inside of my cheek, I glanced around his face. “Should we use protection?”
“Protection?” Eyeing me for a moment, I could see the wheel turning in his mind. “Oh, protection, yeah, yes, one second.” Leaning over the side of the bed, he fiddled with his pants. Popping back up after a second, he held a shiny gold wrapper. “Got it covered.” Tearing the package, he rolled the smooth condom over his cock.
