Page 59 of Bound

Clenching around his engorged crown, I wiggled my hips. “What if I don't want to be patient?” Tearing at his roots, I pushed my ass back, taking another inch of his dick. The burn returned, and I hissed, not expecting it.

“See, I don't want to hurt you. Let me do this, I'll make it so good you'll come over and over, and you won't be able to stop.” His hand moved to cup my pussy, finger flicking my clit.

“Is that right?” My heart skipped, and a rush of tingles coursed through my belly and down my legs, making my toes curl.

“That's right.” Licking the shell of my ear, he went deeper with his cock as his hand worked my clit.

The burn was gone, and all I was left with was a buzzing sensation as he worked my sex, forcing my attention to my pussy. Moaning, I rocked my waist, grinding mindlessly against his hand. Porter started to thrust, pulling back to his ridge and gliding back in with ease.

Closing my eyes, I rode his hand as he fucked me, building the orgasm up, only to have him slap it down before it stole me away.

“Uh, uh,” he tisked, splitting two fingers around my pussy lips, and removing his touch from my clit. “Not yet, not until I'm ready.”

Tipping my head back, I tucked myself under his chin, groaning with frustration. “Please, I can't take this, please.” I beg him, rocking my hips.

“If you cum now, this won't feel as good. I want to cum with you, I want to feel your clit as it pulses in my hand, and I blow my load in your ass.”

“Fuck, you're dirty.” The words came out on nothing but air as I grounded my ass down on his cock. “I want to feel you cum in me, I need to feel you.”

Porter let out a savage grunt, curling his arm up under mine, and holding my shoulder. Using his other hand, he stroked my clit with the pads of his fingers, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through my muscles.

He wanted me to wait, he wanted us to cum together, but if he didn't cum soon, there wouldn't be anything I could do to stop myself.

Faster and faster his finger worked my swollen nub, and I couldn't stop. The orgasm was right there, it came and it stole me away, surging through my veins, and causing my lungs to hold still. I didn't inhale, I didn't exhale, I just held my breath until I felt his cock begin to throb.

Porter stopped moving, his body hard as stone as his dick exploded, spilling hot cum deep into my ass. My body was warm, tingling all over, and I didn't want to move.

Our legs were tangled, knotted in such a way that you couldn't tell whose leg was whose. Our breathing was in sync, chests rising and falling in unison as he snuggled his face into my hair.

“I don't know what to do, Emery. I just don't know now.” Holding me close, he squeezed me tight. “I don't want to risk my life anymore, but I don't know how to walk away.”

Unfurling himself from my back, Porter pushed on my shoulder, rolling me over so he could look at me. His eyes were serious, hardening as he said, “Before you, the only thing on my mind was killing those men. And now, now you're all I can think about. I know it's not worth it, and you're right, nothing will bring back my brother. . .” Pausing, the tips of his fingers tickled across my forehead, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “My life wasn't important, it meant nothing to me if I died trying to fix what I broke.”

I didn't speak, I just let him say what he needed to. My mouth was closed, my eyes were full, listening intently.

“Then I found you and everything changed.” He said it with such conviction. He said it without any hesitation in his voice or uncertainty in his tone.

He said it as if he meant it with every inch of his soul.

“Somehow we found each other.” Lifting my hand to his face, I cupped his cheek, running my thumb over the hard curve of his jaw.

And as our voices went soundless, and the only noise around us was the faint beat of our hearts, I knew that together we found something special.

We found love in this fucked up world.

I've fallen in love with a killer.

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