Page 58 of Bound

Chapter Thirteen

Emery

The next week was acombination of sleeping, eating, and fucking any chance we had. I felt like a damn teenager, strung out on this man, unable to get enough of him.

What we didn't do was talk anymore about what was running through his head, and the choice he thought he had dangling in front of his face.

He didn't want to talk about it, he kept saying he still had time to figure it out. But every day I grew stronger, I could move easier, and that meant our time was coming to an end here.

Franco had been a ghost in the house. I had seen him a few times, but he'd hang his head and go the other way. He hadn't said one word to Porter since their fight, and I wasn't sure where I stood with him.

I had called work after the second day here, explaining to them there had been a family emergency, and I needed to take some time off. Della was a bit more frantic, but I told her I had lost my phone after leaving the club, and that I had to go out of town for awhile for work. I expected her to start asking me a gazillion different questions about when I was coming back, and why I had to go for so long, but she didn't ask me a damn thing. Della believed my little story, because why would she think I had any reason to lie to her?

Maybe I am better at this lying thing than I thought.

I felt weird not telling my best friend the truth, and in the same breath, I was happy she wasn't asking me a barrage of questions I might not be able to answer. I would tell her the truth eventually, just not yet, not until things settled.

Porter's nose nuzzled into my hair as his arm fell over my chest. “I can't get enough of you,” he said, whispering against my head. His finger circled my breast, coaxing my nipple to a stiff peak. “I could spend every single day like this.”

Arching my back, I pushed my ass into his morning wood, feeling the thick muscle as it jerked. “Me too,” I said, shamelessly rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks.

The sexiest growl spilled over the back of my neck as he ran the sharp edges of his teeth over my skin. “Someone is hungry for a little morning cock.” Shifting his hips, he ground in harder, pushing his firm erection against my asshole. “I just didn't realize you liked anal.”

“You never asked,” I said playfully, stroking his dick as I clenched my cheeks around his shaft. The soft cotton of his boxers folded over his length as I dry fucked his muscle until he moaned like he was going to come in his briefs.

His hand swept across my chest, cupping my tit, and pulling me closer against his body. It felt like we couldn't get close enough, like no matter how much of our skin was touching, it just wasn't good enough. His pecs flexed against my back, and a wave of arousal wildly spread over my body, making me feel numb to everything else.

I couldn't focus on anything but him. His cock moved up and down, fucking my ass cheeks like he'd never had sex before. He seemed almost feral, like an animal in heat with only one goal in mind.

We hadn't been as careful as we should, neither one of us had really thought of, or mentioned protection since that first time. But it hadn't really crossed my mind, because I couldn't think straight when he held me like that, I couldn't grasp reality when he touched me like I was the only woman he had ever been with.

I'm not the only one. . .

It would be naive of me to expect that this man had been a virgin before we hooked up. His hands knew my body too well, his finger knew my pussy too well. His lips and cock, they knew exactly how to draw out my moans, and enhance my pleasure.

“Do you want that, Princess?” he asked, twisting and plucking my nipple.

Biting my lip, I decided not to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Slowly, I peeled my panties down my legs, kicking them off as if they meant nothing.

Porter grunted, softly dragging his lips over the back of my neck. “I'm going to take that as a yes.” Slipping his hand down over my belly, he dipped a finger in my pussy. “You're fucking soaked.” His teeth nibble my shoulder, forcing a delicate coo from my lips. “God, I fucking love that.”

He dips his fingers in my heat, then uses my juice to coat my asshole, drawing circles around the tight entrance. I was completely gone at that point, loose and relaxed, ready to succumb to this man.

If he wanted my ass, he could have it. If he wanted to fuck me until my legs went numb and my voice was soundless, he could. I was at his mercy, charged and willing to explore his sexual prowess.

Placing his palm on my belly, the tip of his cock tempted my asshole, pushing in just a little, then pulling away swiftly. “Have you done this before?” he asked, pressing against my puckered hole again, and massaging it softly.

“No,” I said through heavy breaths, lifting my arm above my head, and wrapping his neck.

“Don't worry, I'll be gentle, I'll take my time.” His crown popped inside my ass and a slight burn radiated down my legs, shooting through my thighs. Porter stilled his hips, just letting the head of his dick rest inside me. “I'm going to make you come so fucking hard.”

Moving his hand up over my chest, he curled it around my throat. His fingers tightened around my neck, thumb skimming over the vein, and under my jaw. My mind was a total mess of need and sexual desire, I couldn't think of anything but slamming back just to end the torture.

I wanted to come, I needed to come, I had to come. My muscles were tensed, shaking and trembling as I waited for him to keep going.

“Why are you stopping?” I asked, scratching the back of his scalp with my nails.

Porter chuckled, a devious, dirty chuckle, as he kissed the base of my neck. “Patience, Princess. If I move too quickly, this won't be fun for you. I need to work you, I need to make your ass crave me as badly as your pussy wants me.”

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