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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.
All the sensations combine, and I feel like my head is spinning. It's overwhelming—the feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of my back hole, his fingers on my clit, the blindfold covering my eyes, the handcuffs keeping me restrained, unable to see or touch.
"Oh, Porter!" I'm teetering on the edge. Just a little more and I'm going to explode.
"Come for me, Bailey." Porter's hips slam into my ass, and his breath is hot and ragged in my ear. "Come all over Daddy's cock, baby girl. Come on."
I open my mouth to answer and the most powerful orgasm of my life crashes over me, Porter's name becoming a shout in the air. My knees go weak, and Porter's hand closes around my throat, squeezing gently and holding me up as he keeps thrusting into my ass.
"Fuck, Bailey," he groans, his cock twitching as he fills me up. "Oh, fuck."
We stay like that for a minute, both of us catching our breaths. Porter's fingers run through my hair, and he pulls the blindfold off my eyes. He looks completely debauched and incredibly sexy, his black hair tousled, his whiskey eyes practically glowing with lust.
"Bailey..."
"Porter…"
We both speak at the same time and I laugh, wrapping my bound hands behind his neck. He kisses me tenderly and unlocks the cuffs, setting me gently back on my feet. I lean against the table, watching him clean himself up before coming over and wiping me down as well. He's so gentle with me. My big, strong, older man is always so careful, so protective.
I've never felt safer than when I'm in Porter's arms, and he's showing me all kinds of things about myself that I didn't know. But how do I say something that big?
"Bailey?"
I jump, realizing I spaced out. "What?"
"You zoned out for a second, sweetheart. Are you okay?"
"I'm good." I smile, but I can feel that it's a little nervous. I adjust my dress and pull my panties back up, wincing just a little from soreness.
