Page 41 of Bound

Relief coated my thoughts, his reaction exactly what any girl would expect and hope for. He didn't get flustered and huffy, offended that I had asked. He was calm, agreeing without pause or trying to convince me that it feels so much better natural.

Adjusting on his knees, his hands pushed into the mattress as the tip of his cock pressed my entrance. Opening my legs wider, I felt the pressure of his crown as he slipped inside with ease.

“Mm, fuck, yes,” I cooed as my lips parted and my lids sealed shut.

Starting off slow, Porter thrust in and pulled out, each piston of his hips a little harder than the last. My pussy clenched around his shaft, hands raking his spine as he slammed my clit.

I was lost right then. Lost in the moment, lost in the feelings taking over my body, lost in him. We were all moans and heavy breaths, all hands and lips, kisses and light bites.

And that was enough for me to know there was something special about this man. It was how he made me feel, how he took his time to make sure I was alright, even while he fucked my brains out.

His eyes would scan my face, his hands would stay clear of any area he thought might be tender or sore. Porter held himself up on his forearms, refusing to put any pressure on my chest.

The only sound around us was the wet kiss of my pussy devouring every inch of his dick. Pump after pump, he threw his hips forward, going so deep I could feel him in my lower belly.

My clit was pulsing, beating in tandem with my heart, sending wave after wave of tingles through my body. They flowed through my chest, into my lungs, and around my brain as they exploded like fireworks.

With my eyes closed tight, I could see colors light up behind my lids. Bright pinks and blues, sharp greens and hot reds, it was an orgasm that swam in the blackness of my mind like the Aurora Borealis.

Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, and our gazes connected. His eyes had changed, morphing from the blackness I had seen into the prettiest shade of dark brown. There were bursts of gold, highlights of bronze and copper, each sparkle a beauty in its own right.

This man was stunning; too stunning to be so bad, and too gorgeous to be so angry. But right then he wasn't any of those things. Porter was just a man, a boy who had fallen victim to a shitty hand, and was doing what he thought was right.

He was trying to save me from his own demons.

The orgasm surged across my core, making my stomach clench, and my legs weak. Groaning, the intense pleasure coated my small frame, turning me from rigid to limp.

I had gone numb, delirious with the power this man could draw from my body. I was standing at the thin edge of a cliff, holding my arms out wide, ready to plunge into the darkness below.

Porter threw his head into the crook of my neck, biting down hard. Slipping a hand into my hair, he gripped the roots and pulled as his body stilled. His cock jerked inside my pussy, pulsing against my walls.

“God damn.” Whispering against my skin, Porter's grip hardened in my hair as his muscles relaxed. His eyes settled on mine as the very tips of his fingers barely stroked my cheek. “You ever want something so bad that you can't think about anything else until you have it?” Watching me, his fingers teased the edges of my hair, brushing it off my forehead. “Because that's what you've done to me. You made me forget my purpose, you made the world disappear.”

Strong lips possessed my mouth, taking me to a new level, a new high that I could never explain. I was floating, getting carried away by the sheer presence of the man above me.

I wasn't broken anymore, I wasn't in crippling pain that held me hostage. I was melting, bleeding from all my pores, exposing every weakness I had.

“You make me weak, Porter. In my muscles, in my legs, in every bone in my body. I can't run away from you, even if you shoved me out the door, I wouldn't want to go. Is it wrong for me to say I want to be here? Even after everything, Iwantto be right here with you, I need to be here with you.”

Smiling, he ran his fingers across my forehead, gently touching the stitches. “That makes all of this a whole lot easier then. I can protect you better if you stand beside me, than I could if you ran from me.”

Tickling his back, I twisted my head away from his. “Will you tell me why this is happening? I know you think it's better that I don't know, but I need to know what you're protecting me from. Please, just tell me what happened so I can understand.”

Rolling off of me, he peeled the condom off his cock, and dropped it into the small trash can beside the bed. Laying down beside me, he rested his head on his hand.

His eyes darted around my face, concerned and afraid of the words he needed to use. “I want to tell you, I just don't want you to be scared.”

“I'm not scared, Porter, I want to help. Whoever it is, they don't frighten me.”

“It's not them I'm talking about. . .” Pausing, he dropped onto his back, and looked up at the ceiling. “I'm talking about me. I don't want you to be afraid of me.”

“You're never going to know if I will or not unless you tell me. Let me decide if I should be scared of you.”

Sighing hard, he stuffed his hands under his head. “I used to be a hit-man for the mob, Emery.”

“A what?”

“I killed people, a lot of people. But I'm done with that, and I have been for a long time. The problem is, those men—my boss,they want me dead. That's how it works, you don't just decide you're done and walk away. I tried to leave, and now they're after me, and anyone they think I care about. Which includes you now too.”

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