Page 258 of Devil’s Disciples

A verbal response would have started the waterworks, leaving a nod as my only means of acknowledgement. I nodded.

“Do you remember telling me you didn’t want this to be about sex?” His brows raised. “On the night this ‘relationship’ started?”

I didn’t remember saying that, specifically, but I vaguely recalled making a few references that may have been construed as such. I gave another series of nods in agreement.

“You said your former boyfriend saw you as ‘someone to screw and nothing more’.” He raised his index finger. “Then, you said, ‘when the anger faded, I realized no one put me in that relationship but me. I decided the next time I decided to commit to someone, it was going to be because I wanted to be in a relationship with them. Not because I wanted sex’.”

It sounded familiar, but it didn’t make complete sense. The way Porter worded it, it sounded like I wanted to be in a sex-less relationship. At best, one with minimal sex. That wasn’t at all what I wanted.

“If that’s what I said,” I murmured. “I don’t think it’s what I meant.”

His eyes thinned. “How am I supposed to know what you mean if you don’t tell me what you’re truly thinking?”

“You’re spinning this on me,” I said, nearly in tears. “All I wanted to know was if you were attracted to me. If you think I’m sexy. If you like having sex with me.”

He was standing six feet away. He quickly closed the distance between us. With his eyes locked on mine, he unbuckled his belt and wrestled with his jeans. Then, he leaned forward. The side of his face lightly brushed against mine. His mouth came to rest beside my ear.

“Grab my cock,” he breathed.

His warm breath encompassed my ear. My pussy tingled. A prickling sensation crawled up my neck. My face went flush. While I struggled to process his request, he bit my earlobe. My pussy began to throb with every beat of my heart. Lost in the heavenly feeling, I simply forgot what it was he had asked of me.

“Grab. My. Cock. Abby,” he whispered.

With my heart in my throat, I reached between his legs. Much to my satisfaction, he was rock-hard. I gripped the rigid shaft firmly in my hand.

He leaned away and cocked one eyebrow. “Does that feel like I’m attracted to you?”

I nodded. “Uh huh.”

With lightning-fast hands, he pushed against one shoulder and pulled on the other, spinning me around in the process. Then, in one fluid motion, he flipped my dress over my hips, yanked down my panties, and pressed my chest against the cold granite countertop.

I felt the tip of his cock press against my wet folds. His animalistic approach to sex had me soaking wet and brimming with desire. My hands blindly searched the cold countertop for something to grip ahold of. Without further warning, he shoved his entire length into me in one savage thrust.

The air shot from my lungs as my hips slammed against the island’s edge. His hands groped at my boobs. Waves of emotion surged through my body, reminding me of the magic we shared when he was inside of me. While he tweaked my sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefingers, two more violent thrusts followed, the second of which brought me to a quick climax.

He held himself deep inside of me during the orgasm. My body tensed and released repeatedly, erasing what little doubt I had developed regarding Porter’s sexual desires. I felt his cock swell. In response, my pussy tightened around his throbbing shaft.

Then, while I was in mid-climax, he withdrew himself completely. A carnal groan bellowed from his inner being. Warm droplets coated my lower back, butt, and thighs.

The entire process took less than a minute but scored a solid ten by my sexual ratings scale.

I lifted my chest from the countertop and turned to face him. While struggling to catch my breath, I held my dress at my waist with shaking hands.

Porter wetted a handful of paper towels and wiped the cum away. After tossing them in the trash, he looked at me admiringly.

Between his muscular thighs, his semi-hard cock hung heavily. A droplet of cum clung to the tip as a reminder of what had just happened. His worn denim jeans were just above his knees and his boots were laced tightly to his feet.

“What…what was that…about?” I asked between breaths.

“By my watch, that took fifty seconds,” he said. “Do you really need to ask yourself if I’m attracted to you?”

After that display of affection, I had no doubts. I shook my head. “I’m sorry.”

He gripped his half-hard cock in one hand and wiped the cum droplet away from the tip with the index finger of his other. With his finger extended, he reached toward my face, offering me the cum-covered digit.

I took the full length of his finger into my mouth and sucked the salty droplet from the tip. With my tongue encompassing his calloused flesh, I opened my mouth slightly. He withdrew his hand slowly, watching intently as each inch of his finger slid past my lips.

“I like fucking just as much as you do.” He leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss. “You need to decide if you’d rather spend quality time together, or fuck. You can’t have both.”