Page 249 of Devil’s Disciples

Starting at the floor, he took every inch of me in, slowly. When his gaze met mine, he smiled. “You’re perfect.”

I worked hard to keep myself in shape, but there was nothing I could do about my teenage breasts. I’d been self-conscious about them since high school.

I felt like covering them, but I didn’t. “I’m far from perfect.”

“Turn around,” he breathed.

I faced the bathroom.

“No,” he said. “Turn in a circle. I want to see every inch of you.”

I did a low-speed pirouette with my hands over my head, feeling self-conscious as my front side came into his view. I wished I had boobs, but not so much that I was ever going to alter my body. Porter needed to find a way to accept me as his flat-chested girlfriend.

“You are…you’re fucking gorgeous.” He looked me up and down, taking his time to do so. “Come here.”

I took a few hesitant steps.

He slipped one hand behind my waist and pulled me into him. After spinning me in a semi-circle, he planted his lips against mine.

Once again, the kiss transported my mind to another place. An existence not of this earth. As if I wasn’t already prepared to give myself to Porter, the kiss confirmed that something between us was special.

The chemistry we shared during a kiss could not be denied, and I loved being reminded of it.

He broke our embrace, placed his hands on either side of my face, and looked me in the eyes. “Beautiful.”

An almost indiscernible thank you puffed from my lips.

He looked me over. A worried look washed over him. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I couldn’t believe he was second-guessing our decision to have sex. Prepared to fight for the dick that was rightfully mine, I lowered my hands and cocked my hip. “I haven’t had sex in six years,” I coughed. “You can either give it to me, or I’m going to take it.”

“Not that. The relationship thing. With me. It’s just…you’re more beautiful than…” He took a long look at me. It appeared he was on the verge of tears. “You’re more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen in my life. You could be with any man on this planet. Are you sure you want to be with me?”

The thought of sex excited me. But. I also wanted Porter. He was kind, had a dry sense of humor, and seemed to mesh well with my inability to retain my thoughts. If there was any doubt in my mind that he was the right man, it vanished after his confession of my beauty. I fought against the lump that was rising in my throat and nodded my head.

“Take off your pants,” I said, my voice cracking from emotion. “I’ll show you how much I want to be with you.”

Obviously as eager as I was to get started, he fumbled with his belt. In a moment, he carefully pushed his jeans past his rigid member. When the denim cleared the tip, the fleshy monster sprung free.

I gasped. Not because it was oddly shaped. Or because it was shocking. It was shocking, but that wasn’t why I gasped. I gasped because I was in cock-heaven.

His dick was so big it needed its own postal code.

Unlike many women, I’m a true believer that bigger is always better when it comes to sticking things in my pussy. I’ve never been one to hope that my hips get dislocated from a sexual encounter, but I want to be as close to a dislodging a hip as I can possibly be, that much I know.

Not knocking a hip out of socket with the schlong Porter was packing was going to take some precautionary measures. With my eyes glued to his rigid thickness, I rubbed my hands together feverishly. “Holy mother of all things dick related.”

“You think it’s going to be alright?” he asked. “You’re like, tiny.”

His stiff cock bounced when he talked. I wanted him to tell me a three-thousand-word story, so I could watch it, but there was no way I could wait that long. I needed that dick, and I needed it desperately.

“Babies come out of these things,” I said excitedly. “We can make it fit, I know we can.”

I had my doubts that it would fit, but I knew if we forced it long enough, it would eventually either slide in or rip me apart. I was beyond eager to feel it inside me, and I didn’t care what happened through the course of getting there. Porter would find out in time that I was kind of a weirdo when it came to sex, anyway.

He tossed his wife beater into the pile of clothes that was gathering beside the white ergonomic chair. Now standing in front of me wearing nothing but a massive dick and a pair of socks, I got my first glimpse of Porter without a shirt on.

Drool pooled against the inside of my lower lip.