BAKER (Devil's Disciples Book 1)(13)

He scowled. “No.”

“Girlfriend?”

He glared. “Fuck no.”

“You’re single?”

“Now, and always,” he said adamantly.

It was all I needed to hear.

My pants hit the floor. My shirt quickly followed. As I struggled to unclasp my bra, he lowered his jeans and boxer shorts in one shove.

Holy mother of fuck.

The mystery was no longer a mystery.

I stared at it in awe. The word penis never came to mind. Sex on a stick was packing a full-fledged cock. While he bent down and unlaced his boots, I tossed my bra into the apartment’s abyss.

I slipped my hand between my legs and made sure my pussy was as ready as my mind was.

Soaked.

I raised my glistening index finger and grinned. “I’m good to go.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said. “If it’s not good enough to eat, it’s not good enough to fuck.”

“You want to…” I swallowed heavily. “You want to lick my pussy?”

“That’s right.” He set his boots at the end of the bar and then gestured toward island’s countertop. “Hop up there.”

It was like Christmas way before Christmas: In less than one week, I’d landed a great job, and the sexiest man I’d ever seen wanted to fuck me. There was only one catch.

He wanted to eat my pussy first.

I jumped onto the countertop with cat-like precision and spread my legs so wide I was afraid I’d dislocate a hip.

I propped my head in my hand and gave my best sultry look. “Anything else?”

Still wearing his tee shirt, he leaned over the edge of the counter, winked at me, and then buried his face between my legs. At first, his beard tickled my inner thighs, but the distraction didn’t last long.

As soon as his tongue flicked against my hyper-sensitive clit, I closed my eyes and prayed he liked it.

If he didn’t, he was sure doing a good job of faking it.

He alternated between sucking my clit and licking my pussy while he fingered me. He said he was an entrepreneur, but I began to question his claim. I decided that he was secretly a porn star. If he wasn’t, he should consider a career change.

There was so much going on between my legs that my brain couldn’t decide what to do with the signals.

I focused on the feeling that came when he flicked his tongue against my clit. The sensation shot from my throbbing nub to my brain like a jolt of electricity, bringing with it a wave of emotion each time it happened.

In no time, I’d melted into a puddle of sexual bliss. My mind was floating somewhere off in heaven, and my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Be it due to his skill, his handsome looks – or a combination of both – I had no idea.

I opened my eyes.

Seeing him feast on my crotch like a starved wolf only complicated matters. The tingling sensation worsened. My entire body began to quake.

He must have sensed it, because he looked up and met my gaze. After making eye contact, he went right back to eating my pussy like a tattooed boss.

A few more strokes from his talented tongue later, and my clit began to buzz like a bee. Certain I was going to die from the orgasm that followed, I relaxed and embraced my impending death. If I was going to die on my first day at work, this was the way I wanted it to happen.

The orgasm shot through me like a rocket. My muscles tensed. As it escaped me, I let out a wail like I was being murdered.

“Holy fucking…Oh. My. God,” I murmured.

I clenched his head with my thighs and prayed that he stop.

But he didn’t.

I shuttered. I shook. I came. And then, I came again. And, again. The room spun. My eyesight blurred. My ears rang.

When everything settled down, he was standing in front of me with a raging hard on. As perfect as he looked wearing nothing but a tee shirt, being fucked was the last thing on my to-do list. I needed time to recover, and a few moments wasn’t going to be enough.

A week was more like it.

“Well? What did you think?” I whispered.

He wiped his beard with his palm. “You got a great little pussy.”

“Really?”

He reached for my ankles and gently pulled me off the edge of the countertop. I stood on shaking legs, uncertain how long I could continue to do so without collapsing.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face the bar. Naturally, I flattened my hands against the counter to steady myself. He must have seen it as his cue, because he pushed against the center of my back and forced my boobs onto the cold granite surface.

Then, without warning, he shoved his cock in me.

All. Of. It.

“Oh. My God!” I gasped.

“Holy fuck that feels good,” he said.

He withdrew himself, and then slowly pushed his entire length back inside.

I was one and a half strokes into our sexual adventure, and I felt like I’d just completed a gang bang with an NFL football team.

I’d heard all the phrases like, it’s not the size of the ship, it’s the motion of the ocean. Until that moment, I believed them.

It was painfully obvious that the women who spouted such untruths had never been fucked by a man with a real dick. If they had, they’d know better than to try and sell such lies to the masses of unknowing women who were willing to listen.