Page 169 of Devil’s Disciples

“Go to work,” he said.

My gaze dropped to his crotch. His cock was standing at attention, pointing at the shower wall.

“Jesus,” I said. “You’re as hard as a rock.”

“You do that to me.”

“Fuck me,” I breathed. “One more time before breakfast.”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“Why not?”

He gestured to toward the open shower door with his eyes. “You need to go to work.”

I wanted him fuck me so badly it hurt. It had only been thirty minutes since we crawled out of bed, but it seemed like an eternity had passed.

“I need you to fuck me,” I begged.

I really did. He could fuck me all day, every day, and I’d never tire of it. It seemed our bodies were made for each other. I’d never imagined sex could be so enjoyable – unless I was by myself.

“Not going to happen,” he said matter-of-factly.

“But you didn’t come when we had sex.”

“It wasn’t about me this morning,” he said. “It was about you.”

I gestured toward his stiff dick. “I don’t want you to waste that.”

“It’s not like I’ve only got a certain number of stiff dicks to make it through life,” he said with a laugh. “These things are a dime a dozen.”

“I’ll take a dollar’s worth,” I said.

“When you get home from work. I’m not going to contribute to your store’s downfall. No dick for you. Not today, anyway.”

Water droplets cascaded down along his chiseled torso, driving me wild with anticipation with each inch that they traveled. I scanned his muscular body and shook my head.

“How’s a guy get a body like that, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just woke up one day and had it.”

His modesty was a nice change of pace as well. The few men I’d met that were physically fit could do nothing but talk about the gym, and brag about the amount of weight they could bench. he had yet to tell me he went to the gym, but it was obvious he’d spent a considerable amount fo time doing something.

“I don’t believe that,” I said.

He shrugged.

I noticed his cock had gone half-limp as we stood talking.

“See,” I said with a nod. “You wasted it.”

“It’s this easy.” He gripped his dick in his hand and stroked it until it was stiff. “See?”

I exhaled a slow breath. “That’s hot.”

“What? Me stroking my cock?”

My pussy throbbed. “Uh huh,” I murmured. “I want to watch you stroke it.”