Page 458 of Devil’s Disciples

He shoved two fingers into my soaking wet folds.

A satisfactory grunt shot from my lungs. Any lingering thoughts of Angel, dying, or racist comments vanished completely.

While he fingered me with one hand, he flicked his knife open with the other.

Upon hearing the blade click into place, I stopped breathing completely.

After cutting my panties in two at each hip, he lifted them from beneath my skirt and tossed them aside. Seeing them flutter onto the sidewalk shouldn’t have been a turn-on, but it was.

My face flushed.

Sexually, I’d been with one man. Angel. Allowing Reno to have his way with me on the night we met seemed ludicrous.

But.

I was so turned on there was no turning me off. I’d had sex countless times in the past, but I’d never been aroused to the point I was dripping wet. Now that I knew what truly being stimulated was like, denying Reno sex wasn’t something I was willing—or able—to do.

Considering that we’d both be dead in a week—and that he was knuckle-deep in my wet pussy with at least two fingers—I mentally shrugged and blindly reached for his crotch. I cupped his swollen girth in my hand. Overcome with anticipation, my eyes fluttered, and then fell closed.

While I was lost in the fascination of stroking his stiff cock through his jeans, he turned me to face the window.

I opened my eyes.

He frantically fumbled to unbutton my uniform. A few seconds later, my shirt was open and hanging at my sides. I gazed at my reflection in the glass. He yanked down my bra. The instant my boobs burst free, he pushed me against the door.

“Your tits are fucking perfect,” he breathed against my neck.

My aching nipples pressed against the cold glass. A tingling ran through me, nearly causing my knees to buckle. The sound of his zipper teased me as to what was next.

My heavy breathing clouded the window.

He fumbled and cussed while he sheathed his rock-hard length in rubber. As soon as the complaining stopped, he flipped my skirt around my waist. I felt pressure against my folds. Then, inch after inch, his length pushed deep into my wetness.

“Jesus,” I muttered under my breath. “That…feels so…good.”

It was nowhere near what I was accustomed to. Instead of gritting my teeth and praying for it to end, I was spreading my feet as wide as I could and praying it could somehow last forever. Overcome by a carnal sense of joy, I arched my back, pressed my hands against the window, and offered myself to him completely.

He gripped my waist firmly. Then, without so much as a thank you, he took what I offered, fucking me like I was paying off a debt.

For several minutes, his hips slapped against my bare ass, each stroke a reminder that what I was experiencing was nothing more than sex.

Our grunting and moaning muffled the sound of the distant morning commuters traveling north on the freeway.

After pounding my deprived pussy into a heightened state of appreciation, he buried himself inside of me and paused. His heartbeat pulsed through the shaft of his cock. The tip of his finger found my clit.

My heart raced.

I let the feeling of him being inside of me envelop me, leaving me with no other sensation to muddy my crystal-clear sexual waters.

His breathing quickened, as did mine.

I embraced the heavenly feeling of having him inside of me. My pussy contracted. I shuddered. My toes curled.

An orgasm rushed through me like a tidal wave, taking my mind with it. I had no idea sex could be so…

Everything.

When I returned to earth, I gazed at his reflection in the glass. His pleasure was undeniable. The low moan that crept from his lungs confirmed my belief.