Page 250 of Devil’s Disciples

I was already horny. Blindingly so. After seeing his washboard abs and the two slabs of meat that made up his chest, I was horny and mesmerized by Porter’s beauty. I needed to say something. Not in an effort to be a copycat, or because of my sarcastic nature.

His body was just…perfect.

I pointed at him and wagged my finger up and down. “That is beauty. Dear God, you look divine.”

He blushed. “Thank you.”

I made Ghost Porter-Porter blush.

He was human.

Naked and horny, I could feel my heart beating between my legs. I was done with the small talk and ready to get down to business. Sexual business.

“Where do you want me?” I asked.

He gestured toward the chair. “Face down, on that weird chair.”

I all but dove head-first onto the odd-shaped chair, hiking my ass high in the air. I had no idea how or where he wanted me, but something about the chair’s shape screamed face down-ass up, so that’s what I did.

As I situated myself onto the soft leather, I felt Porter’s hands against my inner thighs. In response, I spread my legs wide enough to drive a truck through them. While I juggled the possibilities of fingers, dick, or a combination of both being poked into my willing cavities, I felt something soft and wet part my lower lips.

I drew an uneven ecstatic breath as he forced his tongue deep into me.

“Oh, God yes. Fuck me with your tongue,” I moaned.

I was a natural dirty talker, saying what came to mind before I had a chance to stop myself from speaking. I hoped Porter was okay with my sexual banter, because stopping it was impossible.

In an instant, he let me know by doing just as I asked.

A jolt of electricity ran through me – from my clit to my painfully hard nipples. I flinched in ecstasy while his talented tongue traveled in and out of my wetness, teasing my deprived – and freshly shaved – pussy.

In a matter of seconds my body shuddered, expelling its first orgasm. Porter sensed it, burying his tongue even deeper into my cavern of desire. Having him feed off my sexual bliss was a huge turn-on and made the peak of that orgasm wilder than anything I’d previously experienced.

I collapsed from the climactic release, catching myself before I face-planted onto the chair.

“Holy shit,” I gasped. “You’ve got a talented tongue.”

“Your little pussy was made for licking,” he said.

I felt his weight shift and glanced over my shoulder just in time to see him unrolling an oversized condom onto his rigid shaft. Giddy with excitement, I turned away, hoping to have his penetration be a complete surprise.

He didn’t let me down. Not really, anyway.

I felt his weight against the chair. Immediately following, the tip of his massive dick pressed against my opening. My mouth opened wide as he pushed his size X dick against my size Y pussy.

Then, the pressure went away.

“What are you doing?” I whined.

He sighed. “You’re too tight.”

It was the craziest excuse I’d ever heard. “Don’t be a pussy,” I fumed. “Force it in there.”

“Did you just call me a pussy?” he asked.

He didn’t sound overly angry, so I pushed a little more.

“I did,” I admitted. “Because you were being one. I might be little, but I’m a big girl. Fuck me like one.”