Page 51 of Love Bites Hard

He snarled into my mouth as I pulled harder on his emotions, and a heartbeat later, he filled me with three of his fingers.

I gasped, releasing his emotions for a moment, but he didn’t stop kissing me.

He pulled his fingers out a little before driving them back in, and I arched against them hard. His cock was still against my clit, and felt amazing.

But I wanted more.

Flexing my power again, I lifted my hips enough to free his cock. He got the message immediately, sliding his fingers out of me. I felt the backs of his claws as he shifted them just long enough to slice through my swim bottoms—then pulled me down over his erection.

I sucked in a breath at the sudden pressure, and held it as my body adjusted to his size.

Wow.

Yeah.

It had been way too long since he’d been inside me.

Way. Too. Long.

I finally breathed out, and took another long pull of his emotions.

He snarled, slamming me down harder.

Driving himself in deeper.

He bottomed out inside me, and my hands found his shoulders. My fingers dug into his shirt.

He lifted me and pulled me back down again, and again, until I was finally crying out in pleasure as my body tightened around him.

Porter snarled as he came with me, the base of his cock swelling and thickening. My sounds of pleasure became screams of bliss as my orgasm went on and on.

I was fully sated when I came down from the high, and entirely overwhelmed with feeling him inside me as deep as he was. His knot was hard against my g-spot, and making my world spin a little from the intensity.

“Shit,” I breathed.

“You’re fighting it again.” His voice was low and animalistic.

“I don’t know how to stop.”

“Can I end my phone call yet?” Hale called, far enough away that his voice was faint.

“No!” I yelled, at the same time Porter snarled the word.

“Got it,” Hale hollered.

My chest rose and fell rapidly as Porter pulled my hands off him long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head and yank it down over mine.

“Feels like we’ve been in this situation before,” I panted, setting my hands back down on Porter’s bare shoulders.

“I was wearing less clothing last time.” His hands slid up my abdomen, finding my breasts and moving over my bikini top. “So were you.”

“It’s still good, though.”

“Perfect.” His hand slid between us, and I groaned when he teased my clit. “Let go, Isabella. Drink from me if it helps.”

“You hate that.”

“I love it. I just have a hard time handling it in large amounts.” He pressed hard against my clit, making my hips jerk. “You deserve the pleasure I can give you if you let go.”

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