Page 161 of Devil’s Disciples

“Your pussy is ridiculous.”

The look on my face must have caused him to rethink his statement. Before I could ask for clarification, he gave one.

“Good ridiculous, not bad ridiculous.” He withdrew his entire length and then shifted his eyes between my legs. “You’ve got a pretty little pussy, but it feels even better than it looks.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. “I’m glad you like it.”

Slowly, he slid his length inside me until the tip met the soft tissue of cervix. I drew a choppy breath and closed my eyes. “Jesus. That feels good.”

He let out a sigh. “Tell me about it.”

Lying flat on my back, I raised myself onto my elbows and peered toward the action. His chiseled torso was pressed tight to mine, preventing me from seeing anything but the eight-pack of abs that he’d undoubtedly spent a lifetime developing.

“Can you raise up a little bit so I can watch?” I asked.

He arched his back, lifting his torso in the process. As he raised his cute little ass in the air, I watched his shaft pull free, exposing one glistening inch after the other. When the tip slipped past my pussy lips, I unconsciously drew a shallow breath.

“Do it,” I whispered.

“What?”

I looked at him, and then between my legs. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

He grinned a sly grin. “Okay.”

Slowly, and rhythmically, he began. I raised my hips and gazed between my legs. In and out, his entire length traveled, bringing me closer to climax with each stroke. Seeing his girth stretch me open was nothing short of a miracle, and I found it fascinating.

Every woman wants to believe her pussy is tight. I knew mine was, because for the last five years, sticking one finger inside of it caused me to come repeatedly.

Watching his thick dick disappear inside of me over and over was driving me insane.

“Faster,” I breathed.

He increased his pace slightly. With it, each stroke became fractionally more intense.

I fixed my eyes between my legs. “Faster.”

I watched his slippery shaft as he pulled his hips back, then held my breath with every forceful thrust. Each time his hips slapped against my inner thighs, the breath shot from my lungs.

I glanced up. “Harder,” I begged.

Washed with intensity, his face wore a slight – yet satisfactory – grin.

“Okay,” he said.

He pounded himself into me, slamming the soft skin of the tip of his dick into my cervix with each powerful thrust. Every stroke brought with it a savage grunt. Having seen all there was to see, and knowing I was on the cusp of bursting, I closed my eyes and relaxed onto my back.

“Bite my titties,” I begged as I collapsed onto the bed. “Please.”

Maintaining his pace, he fucked me like he was mad at me, which was exactly what I had hoped for. His mouth moved back and forth between each boob, sucking and nibbling until the combination of everything simply became too much for me to handle.

My body tensed, my eyes opened, and my pussy clenched his dick like a vise.

“I’m gonna--”

He lifted his head. “That makes…two…of us.”

With his eyes locked on mine, and his hands caressing my breasts, he worked his hips back and forth methodically until my body began to tremble.