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Nodding, I moaned, giving him all the response he needed to know I liked what was happening. Savage and unhinged, his mouth thinned into a tight smirk as he glided flat hands down over my shoulder-blades.

His touch was hard and gentle, it was fierce and sensual. He was touching me as if we had a history together and he knew exactly how I liked it.

“Does your chest hurt?” he asked, delivering a tender nibble on my shoulder.

“A little, but I'm alright.” Running my hand up his stomach, I felt the sharp stone as he clenched his muscles. “I don't want you to worry about me, I can handle it.”

Letting out a breath of air, he whispered. “If I hurt you, you need to tell me. I don't ever want to cause you pain.” His lips brushed my forehead as he spoke, cheek slipping effortlessly against mine. The sharp edges of stubble scraped across my skin, making my pussy throb.

“I will,” I said as his fingertips traced my spine, forcing my skin to prickle. “But I'm not worried about you hurting me, not on purpose.”

“Good, because all I want to do is make you mine.” Growling, Porter dug his fingers into my hips as he bit my neck.

“I want you, Porter, I need you.” Working my fingers back down over his chest, I tugged at the hem of his jeans. “You have to finish what you started.”

“Fuck yeah I do.” Climbing onto his knees, he pressed forward, forcing me to lay back. “Princess, you have no idea what I could do to you. I'd fucking corrupt you if I could.”

Arching my back, I twisted my head into the pillow. “You already have.” My lids lowered, eyes twinkling with lust and hunger. “You corrupted me the second you touched me.”

Porter groaned, crawling over my chest and staring down at me. Positioning his arms on either side of my head, he used his knee to spread my legs open. My stomach tumbled, filling with corded knots. He had me trapped in the best way possible.

Strong arms cradled my skull, thick muscles protected my body, and a firm bulge pressed angrily against my mound. My sex was wet, seeping liquid desire like his cock was thirsty and my pussy was going to quench his needs.

Pushing the loose strands of hair away from my face, Porter held himself up, not allowing his body to put an ounce of weight on me. “Are you sure you want to do this? Because if not, now's the time to tell me. I can't promise I'll be able to stop if we go any further.”

Tugging on my bottom lip, I bit it hard. “Fuck me, just shut up and fuck me.” Squeezing my thighs against his waist, I wrapped my legs over his calves. “Or do you need me to take over? Because I can if you can't handle it.” Giggling, I smiled, running my nails up and down his back.

Letting out a quick chuckle, he tilted his head. “You just sealed your fate, Princess.” Driving his lips onto mine, Porter kissed me as he slid his hand over my breast.

Snapping my eyes shut, my mouth opened, exhaling fast as he teased my nipple. Plucking and twisting the perked bud, I felt his hips thrusting, rubbing his cock against my pussy.

It felt so good, that subtle motion, as slight as it was, was enough to light my skin on fire and make my pussy yearn for more. Pressing my heels into the bed, I pushed my ass up, forcing my hot center to hit his cock.

Growling, he glided an open palm down my ribs, and ran his fingers across the hem of my skirt. Shifting my dress up my waist, he gripped my hip, pushing in hard with his thumb. The thin edges of his teeth grazed my collarbone, making me shiver.

Everything that had happened suddenly didn't seem important. There was no fear, there was no threat; not here, not with him.

Flicking my panties to the side, he stroked a single finger up and down my folds, spreading my juice. Moaning louder, I drove my nails into the mattress and tore at the sheet. A rush of tingles coursed through my muscles as my back arched hard, bowing instantly.

I had lost control of my body. This man was able to manipulate me in ways I couldn't understand. His fingers made me dance, his hands made me wriggle, and his eyes. . .

Fuck, those eyes did things to me I knew I'd never be able to live without now.

“That's so pretty,” he said, his tone warm and thick as he found my clit and kneaded the swelling button. “Sing for me, Emery, don't hold it in.” Harder and faster the pad of his finger rubbed quick firm circles against my clit.

My thighs were trembling, clutching his hips, doing their best to keep me grounded. I wanted to scream for more, the words were tumbling around inside my head, but I couldn't collect my thoughts enough to let them out.

All I could do was moan louder, groan with need, coo and sigh as Porter would bring me right to the edge of coming, only to pull away and leave me breathless, craving more.

Tearing at his pants, I rocked my hips, grinding into his hand. I couldn't wait anymore, I had to feel him inside me. If he didn't fill me with his cock right then, I knew the next move of his finger would send me spiraling off the edge.

“Get these fucking things off,” I barked between inhales, trying to unbutton his pants and tear them down his legs. “I can't take it anymore.”

Biting his lip, his eyes gleamed, twinkling with satisfaction. “Is that right?” Shimmying his waist, Porter kicked his pants off, letting them fall to the floor as if they were worthless.

“Now fuck me before I lose my damn mind.” Tangling my fingers into his hair, I tugged at the roots, my patience a mere thread that was ready to break.

We didn't get fully naked, neither one of us took the time to remove all our clothing. Because in that moment, we were both giant balls of hormones and greed. My pussy was begging to be tamed, his cock was rock hard and angry, threatening to burst through his boxers.