Page 87 of Love Bites Hard

“Who told you that?”

“It’s common sense, baby.” He slid a thick finger inside me as he continued teasing my clit. My lips parted, my head falling back against the door as my eyes shut. “Open your eyes. I want you to see whose fingers you’re riding.”

“I don’t think I could forget if I tried.”

“If you don’tknow, I’m doing it wrong.”

My lips curved a little—until they parted again as he found my g-spot.

My hips jerked.

I fought his grip on my wrists, and he let go. My hands found his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as he brought me back to the edge.

In minutes, he had me shattering again, with another desperate cry.

“Porter,” I moaned, all of my weight against the door. “I can’t?—”

“You can.” He slid his hand out of me, then wrapped his arm around my backside and hauled me off my feet.

My back was on the mattress a moment later, my ass and legs hanging off the ledge as he kneeled between my legs. I propped myself up on my forearms in time to see him peel my swimsuit bottoms down my thighs.

Neither of us watched the fabric hit the floor.

Leaning in, he dragged his tongue over my core so slowly, it made me cry out.

“Take your top off,” he said, the words a clear command.

One I wanted to follow.

Badly.

I sat up long enough to pull the sporty bikini top over my head, and he made a sound of appreciation as my breasts fell free.

Porter released my thigh long enough to grab a pillow, and tucked it behind my back to prop me up higher.

“Play with your nipples for me, baby.”

My hands cupped my tits, and I dragged my thumbs over the sensitive points, making him growl. “Now tell me you’re mine.”

“You know I am.”

“I want you to say it.” He licked my clit again, torturously slow, and I swore as my hips lifted from the bed.

“I’m yours, Porter.”

“You taste like it, too.” He nipped at my clit, and I cursed again, arching harder.

He licked and tasted me until I’d unraveled on his mouth once, and again—and then, he leaned over me on the bed.

He was so big, he made me feel small.

The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and he held one of my thighs in one hand while he held his weight up over me with the other.

We’d never been in that position before.

It was intimate.

Warm.

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