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Swallowing down my tears, a burst of bravery hits me. Decided, I throw the blankets off, padding out into the hallway with my feet bare. I don't even know where Porter's room is, but I'm determined to find it.
After peering into an office at the end of the hall and a third empty guest room, I start to grow desperate. There's no way he left me in the middle of the night alone in his house. No way. Finally, I reach the last door. Tentatively, I push it open and peek my head inside.
Porter is sleeping, spread out on his stomach. The blankets are pushed down, revealing his bare back. He's gorgeous. His shoulders are massive, his arms defined, his skin glowing in the moonlight.
I slip inside, closing the door behind me. When I approach his bed, Porter is still breathing deeply, his face relaxed and his mouth parted. His black hair is loose, curling over the nape of his neck.
I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm driven forward by a new determination. If I could've died tonight, I'm going to make every moment count.
I crawl onto the bed and hover over Porter's body. Carefully, I lie myself down on top of him, my breasts pressing into his back and my face in the crook of his neck. Porter's body heat is comforting, and he smells amazing. I can't even put a finger on what his scent is, but it's rich like leather—spicy and masculine. It's Porter.
The movement wakes Porter up, and his hand finds mine. He strokes his fingers across my knuckles and rolls over, turning to face me.
"Bailey," he whispers, his voice heavy with sleep. "What's wrong, baby girl?"
"Nothing anymore." I try to keep my courage up. "I've just made a decision is all. I want you to fuck me, Porter. Tonight. Now."
6
PORTER
It takes me a moment to fully wake up, but when it comes to Bailey, I have an almost supernatural awareness. I knew the moment she opened the door but waited until she spread her small, warm body across my back to react just in case she lost her nerve.
Because something tells me that I know what this is all about. My stubborn, impatient little Bailey. How can I deny her a single thing?
I take her hand, murmuring, "Bailey… What's wrong, baby girl?"
And she says what might be the most beautiful phrase ever spoken in the history of the world. "I want you to fuck me, Porter. Tonight. Now."
Something cracks inside me. My iron will dissolves, and Bailey's request fills the cracks in my soul. I've never wanted anything more in my life. My arm wraps around Bailey's waist, and I roll her underneath me on the bed. Her blue eyes are shining in the moonlight, her golden blond hair a halo around her head. "Is that what my little girl wants? She wants Daddy to fuck her?"
A shiver runs through her body at the word, and Bailey's legs part as I settle between them. She's wearing an oversized t-shirt to sleep in, and where it rides up her body, I can see lacy white panties peeking out. "Yes, Daddy. Please."
I groan and drag my lips across her jaw, down the column of her throat. Bailey whimpers and her fingers tangle into my hair. My teeth scrape her shoulder, and I suck her flesh into my mouth, biting her gently. She moans, arching her back and wrapping her legs around my waist.
"Bailey, listen to me." I can't resist nipping at her again to hear that noise she makes. "You have to be absolutely sure this is what you want. You're a virgin. There's no going back once I'm inside you."
Her voice is tremulous but sure. "I want it. I want you, Porter."
"Fuck," I growl against her skin. "You can't say things like that."
"Why?" Bailey giggles. "What happens?"
I thrust my hips into her, grinding my cock against her mound. "This, sweetheart."
"Ohh." Bailey's mouth falls open, and her legs tighten around me.
"There you go." My voice is a rough whisper, and I snake an arm under her shirt, trailing a hand up her smooth, flat stomach. "Open up for Daddy. Let me feel you."
Bailey's legs drop from around my waist and she spreads them, letting me settle fully between her thighs. Even through my boxers and her panties, the pressure on her clit has her writhing under me.
"You're so hard," she whimpers, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders.
"All for you, baby." I pull her shirt up, and Bailey sits up, lifting her arms above her head so I can get it off.
She's just as gorgeous as she was the night I gave her the massage that led to me tasting between her legs. Her tits are full and pink-tipped, bouncing as the shirt comes off and Bailey lounges back again.
"Let's get these off." I hook a finger into her panties, and Bailey lifts her hips eagerly. I pull them down and drop them on the floor. When I look down at her body, it's almost too perfect to believe. Bailey's golden hair is splayed out on the pillow, her face flushed with desire. Her tits heave with every breath, her pink nipples hard, and her hands grip the sheets. The lower half of her body is all pale, smooth skin, her pussy glistening.
