Page 251 of Devil’s Disciples

It was all the encouragement he needed. After positioning the head of his throbbing cock against my dripping wet slit, he did just as I asked. Five seconds later, I was ready to grab his wife beater from the floor and wave it high in the air in surrender. And then…

Pop!

His entire length, or so I thought, shot into me. When it did, all the air shot from my lungs. I gasped in delight and partially collapsed tits-first onto what was supposed to be the back of the chair.

“You’re freaking huge,” I exclaimed.

He chuckled a sinister laugh. “That’s half of it.”

I closed my eyes. Thank you, Jesus.

I clenched my jaw. “Give it to me.”

Slowly, he began to push his weight against me. Inch by satisfying inch, he entered me until there was no more space. the tip of his dick was bottoming out against inner flesh I had no idea existed.

I caught my breath. “Is that all of it?”

“That’s it.”

Relieved, I let out a breath in preparation of what was to come. “That’s good,” I said. “Because you just ran out of real estate.”

He withdrew himself slowly, and then pushed the entire length back in. When he was halfway in, I felt myself contract. I couldn’t help it. Having him inside of me felt magical.

“Are you having another--”

“You’re going to have to be quiet I’m having an incredible orgasm right now and I don’t want to talk about it,” I blurted. “I’m sorry, this is so perfectly oh my God...”

I lifted my head and smiled into the living room’s abyss. When the tip of his dick pressed against the bottom of what I always felt was a bottomless pussy, I sucked a breath.

“Don’t move,” I groaned.

Micro-orgasms shot through me like miniature shock waves, one after the other. After being pleasured by no less than a dozen, the mother of all orgasms began to build within me. I had no idea if a man could sense when he was preparing to climax – because I’d never asked – but I could sense when mine were coming.

And the one that was en route would tilt the seismograph at a nine-plus on the Richter scale.

His massive chest pressed against my back. feeling his weight against me was oddly comforting. I allowed myself to collapse against his weight, feeling small and powerless, which was a place I loved to be when having sex.

He kissed my neck. There were a few things that drove me bat shit crazy, and kissing my neck was on the top of the list. I moaned to let him know where I stood on neck kissing. Hearing that expressed satisfaction drove him to kiss and chew against my sensitive flesh from my shoulders to my earlobes.

In a sexually-induced frenzy, and on the verge of a serious meltdown, my body tensed and released repeatedly.

I felt his cock twitch. Then, I felt it swell.

That little bit of movement was all it took. My pussy clenched him like a vise. He gave two quick full-length thrusts. His breathing began to sound labored. He gave two more thrusts.

I arched my back and bellowed out my satisfaction for a job well done while the orgasm took control of my soul. My muscles seized. I pushed my weight against his, lifting the two of us from the surface of the chair I was quickly developing a loving relationship with.

Then, he gave one last savage thrust.

Amidst the smell of musky cologne, the climax came to a head, blasting my mind into outer space.

Porter let out a blood curdling howl.

When the screaming ended, I crumbled into a pile of very happy flesh. Porter came to rest at my side. Side-by-side we remained, silently admiring each other’s sweaty bodies.

In the past, sex had been more of a mechanical act than anything. Insert dick and fuck hard – while taking time to pull hair, slap an open palm against my ass, bite me anywhere, or dig your nails into my flesh.

When the sex ended, I always regretted the extremes I allowed myself to experience – all in hope of achieving an orgasm that was better than the last.