Page 195 of Devil’s Disciples

I pressed my mouth against her ear. “You can own me by sucking my cock.” I added another finger and pushed them both deep into her wetness. “But, I can own you with these two fingers.”

“Oh fuck,” she whispered in return.

I curled my fingertips upward, into the sensitive flesh of her g-spot. As the tips of the two digits met the irregular flesh, she arched her back and let out a breath. I continued curling them repeatedly until she was squirming to get away.

I pressed my chest against hers and held her in place. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I’m done.”

“I can’t…”

I looked her in the eyes. “You can. And, you will.”

After three successive strokes, her hips convulsed. Then, her pussy contracted around the base of my fingers. I pushed as deeply into her as I could, curling the tips rhythmically against her g-spot the entire while.

“Jesus.” Her eyes shot wide. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making things clear,” I responded.

I continued to pin her to the bed while I tickled the inside of her pussy. She reached for my wrist, gripping it firmly with both hands. Pulling against me with one hand while the other held me in place, it seemed she was at war with herself – uncertain if she wanted to allow herself to experience the pleasure I sought to deliver.

She eventually caved in, pulled my forearm tight against her skin. While I continued to finger fuck her mercilessly, the orgasms rushed through her, one after the other. As she wiggled and writhed beneath me, she cried out her satisfaction, warning me of each climactic peak at the instant she reached it.

When it was over, her muscles relaxed and she collapsed beneath me.

I lifted my weight from her chest.

“Jesus,” she whispered. “That was intense.”

My cock ached for her. I stood and tore at my belt, anxious to feel her warmth surround my entire length. While I rid myself of my jeans, she wiggled free of her dress.

A man’s cock has three levels of hardness: hard enough to be noticed, hard enough to fuck, and so hard it hurts.

I was in agony.

I wrestled my cock free of the tent it created of my boxers and glanced in her direction. Now completely naked, she looked back at me with eyes that glistened with desire. I turned toward the bed and took an admiring survey of her from head to toe. Her figure was a true hourglass, having curves exactly where curves needed to be.

Curves that I needed to sink my fingertips into.

With my cock in my fist and my heart racing with anticipation of feeling her warmth once again, I climbed onto the bed.

I had big plans. Plans that were going to last all night, if not longer. Plans that included me starting by fucking her from behind, and finished with me on top of her, looking deep into her eyes. Between the beginning and then ending, there wouldn’t be a room in the house that didn’t get christened by our love.

“On your hands and knees,” I said, trying to sound demanding with my tone. “I’m going to pound that little pussy of yours like a drum.”

She rolled onto her stomach and glanced over her shoulder. “I can’t wait.”

I gripped her waist in my hands and lifted her weight from the bed, positioning her perfectly-shaped ass directly in front of my throbbing cock. Using my thumbs, I spread her wide. I guided the tip between her wet folds, and then paused.

I gave one last admiring look before I began step one of what was certain to be an all-night affair. After satisfying my senses of her undeniable beauty, I slid my hands up her torso and cupped her breasts.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Yes, everything’s oh-fucking-kay,” I barked. “I’m getting ready.”

“Okay. Well, just in case you didn’t know, I am ready,” she said, her tone sprinkled with sarcasm.

Without warning, I pushed myself into her. Each inch of depth grew tighter, making me question if I could get my entire length into her. My eyes fell closed at the feeling of her tightness encompassing me.

“What happened to this motherfucker?” I asked. “It’s tight as fuck.”