Page 23 of Love Bites Hard

Needier.

Greedier.

I tried to arch my hips, but he held me down firmly.

I grabbed his hair, but he didn’t respond to my tugs and pulls on the strands.

Every time I neared my climax, he slowed even more.

When I could feel myself on the brink of pleasure, he pulled back.

“Give me your cock, now,” I breathed, arching harder as I tried to take what I needed from him.

He chuckled roughly.“You think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”He pressed the tips of three of his fingers to my entrance, and I sucked in a breath as he sank them inside me.“Fucking drenched for me.”There was approval in his voice, and his eyes—shit, they were hotter than anything I’d ever seen.

I tried to move against his hand, to use it the way I needed it, but he pulled out and licked his fingers clean, rumbling again.

My chest rose and fell quickly, my abdomen twisted with need.

Finally, Porter pulled me off the edge of the chair and turned me around. My ass met his bare thighs, and my lips parted when I felt the thick bulge of his cock between my legs.

My slickness coated his length, and he leaned me forward, pressing my covered tits to the chair.

His fingers brushed my clit, making me suck in a breath as he opened my thighs.

The head of his cock met my entrance—and in one rough motion, he filled me.

I cried out desperately as he stretched my body in ways I’d never imagined.

He was so much thicker than anyone else I’d ever been with.

So much.

I could barely breathe. All rational thought was so far gone, it may as well have never existed at all.

The pads of his fingers pressed against my clit as he gave me a moment to adjust. I moved my hips a little, trying to find the most comfortable position, but there wasn’t one.

He was just too huge.

I panted, lingering on the edge of my orgasm. I was so close—but he wasn’t giving me what I needed.

And I couldn’t ask for it, because I couldn’t even get my brain to work properly.

Slowly, he pulled out and sank back in.

“Your pleasure is leaking through to my side of the mate bond,”he said, the words gritted out in a way that made me think he was struggling to form thoughts almost as badly as I was.

“Can’t control it.”I panted, my fingers digging into the chair’s cushion as he pulled out and sank in deeper. Our bodies were as connected as we could possibly get.

“Feels so fucking good.”The grit in in his voice, in my head, paired with the way he filled me?

It was so damn intense.

I moaned as he pulled out and drove into me again. The base of his cock started to swell, and he worked my clit harder.

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