Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
"I...I do trust you."
Porter's lips are right against mine now, his hand turning my face so he can kiss me fully. This I'm familiar with. His tongue delving into my mouth, running over my teeth, reminds me of the intense pleasures he's already given me. He's never led me astray, so why would he now?
Okay, so yeah, I guess I'm going to let him fuck my ass.
Porter grins against my mouth and steps away, but before I can even process what's happening, there's a sharp sting across my asscheek. I cry out, and he does it again.
"You're thinking so loud, sweetheart." Porter's hand rubs over the stinging skin, soothing the burn. "Don't. Just relax. You know I'm going to take care of you."
He can see right through me. He always could. We've played with spanking before, and I enjoy it just as much as I did the first time, whining and wiggling against his palm as he caresses the sting away.
"Now spread those legs a little wider for Daddy. Let's see that pretty pussy."
My heart flutters at his words, and I do as he says, spreading my feet a few inches apart. I'm leaning on the table, and Porter runs a finger through my folds, his other hand sliding up the front of my body to close over my breast.
"Still so fucking wet." His touch is just enough to tease me, not nearly enough to please. "Such a sweet girl."
Porter's finger slides inside me, his thumb flicking across my clit. My hips buck back against him, and he laughs. "I'm going to take such good care of you, baby girl."
Another finger joins the first and his pace quickens, fucking in and out of me until I'm panting and moaning and begging for more. When he pulls his hand away, I'm left empty and wanting. Then, there's a cold, slippery sensation at my back entrance, and I realize Porter is pressing the tip of a lubed-up finger against the tight ring of muscle there.
"Take a deep breath and relax, Bailey,"
I do, and Porter's finger slides into the first knuckle, then the second. It feels...weird. Not bad, per se, just different. When he moves his digit in and out of me, it starts to feel better, and my legs start to tremble.
"Ohh." The moan that escapes my lips is high-pitched and surprised. "Porter, that feels…good. Oh, God."
Porter's free hand closes over my hip and squeezes. "See? I knew you'd like it. I'm going to give you another one now, baby. Okay?"
"Mhm."
The stretch when Porter adds a second finger burns slightly, but when he crooks them inside me and presses them down, rubbing back and forth, I almost lose all control. My legs are shaking harder and harder. I can't see a damned thing, and it only adds to the experience. All I have to ground myself is Porter's touch. I can't even grasp onto anything with my cuffed hands. All my control has been turned over to him.
Not for the first time in the past month, I am overcome with just how much I love this man. I've nearly told him a dozen or more times, but something keeps stopping me. We've done so much together, so why is this last hurdle so hard for me to clear? I have no idea, but if his cock feels better than his fingers in my hole, the words might just spill out whether I want them to or not.
No Bailey, I tell myself mentally, You are not going to confess your love to this man with his cock in your ass!
Porter's fingers withdraw, and a moment later, his cock brushes up against the same place. My muscles tighten automatically, but Porter's lips are on my neck, kissing and licking the skin just below my ear. "Shhh," he whispers. "Relax, Bailey. This is going to feel really good."
He grips my hip with one hand, and I feel the thick, bulbous head of his dick pushing against the ring of muscle. Instinctively, I push back against him, and my lover's growl makes goosebumps erupt all over my body.
"That's it, Bailey. Push back against me. Just like that."
I keep doing it, and Porter's hand slides down from my hip to grab my other asscheek, spreading them wide as he starts to slide inside me.
"Fuck, Bailey." His voice is guttural and animalistic, and it makes me moan. "Fuck, you're so tight."
He pushes a little further in and pauses, letting me adjust. When I'm ready, I push back against him again, moaning long and low as his cock slides inside me all the way to the hilt.
"Bailey…" Porter's arm goes around my waist, and his hand is right over my clit. The next thing I know, he's pulling out and sinking back inside me at the same time his fingers rub tight circles around my sensitive nub.