Page 7 of Pining for Porter
"Open," I manage to get out, handing them up to her as I shove everything else back into her bag. She gets the door unlocked, and I scoop her over my shoulder, carrying her into the apartment fireman style. I kick the door shut behind me.
"Porter!" Stella squeals, her hands slapping at my ass as she laughs.
"Where's your bedroom?" I ask, spinning around in her tidy apartment looking for the right door. Her couch is too small for the both of us, so I head down the hallway, passing a small bathroom and heading to the next door.
I open it, depositing her on the bed as I strip naked, leaving just my underwear on. Stella gazes up at me, looking both horny and nervous, and I vow to go slowly, even though every bone in my body is begging me to claim her.
I crawl up her body, taking her dress with me as I go. When I get to her waist, she reaches down and pulls it the rest of the way over her head. Her breasts form soft, pillowy mounds in red lace cups, and I almost come just from that sight alone. I release the clasp at the front of her bra and let out a reverent whistle.
"Fuck, cupcake. Your tits are perfection," I breathe out, staring at the bouncy handfuls that have become my new favorite playground. I lean forward, latching my mouth to one hard nipple, and she arches off the bed with a moan.
"Oh god, yes!"
"I'm no god, cupcake." I chuckle against her skin. I suck and lick, running my tongue over the hard bud in my mouth before heading to the other side to repeat the process. I lower myself down her body, taking her panties with me, and open her legs wide. Pure fucking heaven.
Stella's panting hard, gazing at me between her thighs, and I reach out my tongue to get my first taste.
I knew it.Perfection.
"I could eat your pie all night long, Stella," I say, meaning it will all my heart, and then I descend upon her, ravenous for her flavor. She moans loudly, and I lose all control. I lick and suck her perfect pussy until she's riding my face and screaming out my name.
"Porter, oh god, yes, yes! Porter, yes!" Stella's legs shake, and then she comes, releasing her sweet honey into my waiting mouth. I lick her through her orgasm, grinding my cock into the mattress to find some relief. Her fingers run through my hair, and I want to scoop her into my arms and carry her off into the sunset.
I climb between her legs, kissing her hard. She moans into my mouth as I grind my hard cock against her soaking wet core. I coat myself in her juices, desperate to give her as much pleasure as I can.
"Don't worry about hurting me, Porter." Stella runs her hands up and down my back. "I-I use toys. I can take you."
"Oh fuck, that's sexy." I push the head of my cock inside, watching her eyes close as she gives in to the sensation. "Have you ever thought about me while you use your toys, baby?" I ask, and Stella opens her eyes, nodding shyly.
"Every single time since I met you," she admits, using her heels on my ass to urge me forward.
"Fuck, yes," I breathe, sliding in. She's so goddamn tight, I almost lose my mind, but when she grips my shoulders as I reachher barrier, I want nothing more than to make this amazing for her.
"I've got you, Stella." I reach between us, rubbing her clit as I pull out slightly and then back in. As I meet resistance again, I pause, circling her clit with my finger in the same way she seemed to like with my tongue. After a moment, she looks at me and nods, and I shove past her virgin barrier, burying myself in her wet, warm, pussy.
"Oh, fuck," I breathe out, keeping up my pace on her clit as she whimpers. "Are you okay?"
"I’m good," she pants. "Oh god. I'm so good, Porter."
"I won't move. Not a muscle until you tell me to." I hold as still as I can, loving how her tight pussy squeezes me. I breathe hard, willing my hips to stay in place.
"I can take it, Porter. Fuck me, please," Stella grits out as she rolls her hips against me and, despite my words, I can't be gentle. I pull out, thrusting back in as Stella moans against my ear.
"Did you imagine it like this, or was I fucking you from behind?" I ask, so turned on from the thought of her coming on a vibrator with my name on her lips, while I fucked my fist to her for months.
"Both," she pants, moaning. "Oh god, yes, Porter. This feels so good!" Stella lets out a low sob, whining when I pull out and flip her over onto her knees. I push her down to the bed, pulling her hips up as I plunge into her from behind and she calls out my name over and over, feral with need at the new angle.
"Did you imagine anyone else?" I demand, and she turns her head against the bed. "No, never!" she cries out, her soft whines of pleasure winding me up.
"That's right, just me. You are mine, baby. Mine to fuck. Mine to spoil. Mine to love."
"Oh god, Porter, yes!" Stella calls out, thrashing on the bed as she grinds her hips back against me.
"I love you, Stella," I call out, not caring that it's too soon. I need her to know. "I'm going to marry you, and someday, I'm going to fuck you full of my babies."
"Oh god, oh god!" Stella moans, her hands gripping the mattress so hard her knuckles turn white as she tries to hold on, and then she shudders and comes. Her pussy clamps down hard on my cock, and I grunt out my release. I thrust into her, aiming my cum deep inside, and I thrust again, trying to fill her up. We didn't use a condom, and the image of Stella's belly round with my baby has me ready to go again.
I pull out, rolling Stella onto her back, and then plod down the hall to the tiny bathroom we passed on the way to the bedroom. I find a washcloth and head back to the bedroom, cleaning her up as she stares at me with a shy smile.
