Porter (Dirty Misfits MC Book 2)
Porter: Chapter 10

His words seemed almost surreal. Had I heard him correctly? Did he really say what I thought he just said? My body registered the words before my mind did, though, and my body propelled itself against him. My arms slithered around his neck. His hand fell away from my cheek before he scooped me into his arms. And as our lips crashed together, my heart stopped in my chest.

Before he scooped me off my feet.

Our tongues danced an unfamiliar tango as he carried me up the stairs. My pelvis heated and my thighs clenched as he walked us back into the master bedroom. He set me on my feet long enough to peel my wet clothes off my body, and I shivered as the air conditioning hit my damp skin.

Then, Porter dropped to his knees.

“What are y—oh, fuck!”

He growled against my pussy. “Oh, yeah.”

My head fell back as he slid my leg over his shoulder. I gripped his hair with my hands, feeling his tongue dip between my folds. I leaned forward as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. And as I rocked against his lips, his hands explored me.

Cupping my ass cheeks.

Massaging my thighs.

Traveling along my jiggling curves as I bucked ravenously against his face.

I moaned for him. “Porter. Holy fuck, yeah.”

He growled against my clit. “I’ve taken you so many times in my dreams. But today, I make you mine for good.”

I didn’t know if he meant any of those words, but damn it, they made my heart take flight. I slid my leg off his shoulder and pulled him up by his hair before our lips collided once more. I licked my juices off his face. I found that I loved the taste of him and myself intermingled together. And as my heart slammed against my sternum in absolute ecstasy, he guided me to the bed.

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.”