12 Inches: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

by Alexis Angel

  My arms grow weak, and I go from my hands to my elbows, breathing so hard that my lungs feel like balloons stretched to their limit. When Mistress Strokes finally takes her mouth from my pussy, I just collapse, sprawling my limbs on the cold floor and looking up at the ceiling.

  “That was amazing,” I say, turning my head so that I’m looking straight at Mistress Strokes. She offers me a kind smile, my fluids dripping down her chin and making her skin glisten, and then leans into me. My eyelids droop by instinct and, a fraction of a second after that, her mouth is pressed against mine. I kiss her savagely, pushing my tongue past her lips and savoring my own pussy.

  Propping myself on one elbow, I sit up and run one hand through her hair, looking into her and returning her smile. Without even knowing why I’m doing it, I grab the straps of her small dress and push them down her shoulders, the contour of her lace bra showing.

  She gasps as I do it, but I don’t give her any time for a reply. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me, and unhook the clasp of her bra. Taking it off, I then cup her breasts, feeling their curves under the palm of my hand. Her nipples are hard and warm, and I realize, somewhat comically, that this is the first time I’m touching someone else’s nipples. I guess I can do more than just touch them, right?

  Smiling, I brush my lips against Mistress Strokes’, and then I lean in, resting my mouth on the valley between her breasts. I run my tongue up the hill of her right breast and, after circling her hard nipple with the wet tip of my tongue, I wrap my lips around it and suck hard. She moans, the sound of her voice making me even wetter; needing to feel Aidan’s body as well, I use my free hand to reach for him and grab his cock. Stroking him while I suck Mistress Strokes’ tits, I close my eyes and let my rational mind go to sleep. Right now, lust and desire have the steering wheel.

  “That’s good,” Mistress Strokes whispers against my ear, and then slides one hand around my waist and presses two fingers on my clit. She rubs on it, and that just makes me suck on her harder, her nipple squeezed so tight between my lips I’m actually surprised she isn’t complaining from the pain; instead, she seems to thrive on it.

  Her fingers finally ease up the pressure on my clit, and she slides them down to my pussy lips. Probing me with her index finger, she then flicks her wrist fast and hard, and slides two of her fingers deep inside of me. I let go of her nipple, a loud moan bubbling up to my lips as her fingertips find my G-spot and press hard against it.

  “Fuck, you girls are really going all out,” I hear Aidan say, but his voice comes at me as if he’s on a whole different dimension. “I can be a part of it too, you know?” he whispers, and then slides one hand of his down to my pussy. Just like Mistress Strokes was doing before, he presses his fingers right above my clit and starts caressing it, moving his wrist in a precise circular motion.

  I throw my head back, feeling my hair cascading down my back and shoulders, and let my moaning turn into full blown screaming as both Aidan and Mistress Strokes give me their all. She’s fingering me as fast as she can, her fingers sliding in and out of me at a vicious pace, and Aidan matches her relentless rhythm on my clit.

  “Don’t… stop…” I beg them, using up all of my will power just to get these two words out.

  “You don’t need to ask,” Aidan says, pressing so hard on my clit that it feels like a bomb has gone off inside my body. Gritting my teeth and hissing like a madwoman, I feel my inner walls tightening around Mistress Strokes’ fingers; feeling me on the verge of exploding, she slides her two fingers as deep inside of me as she can and just holds them against my G-spot.

  “OH GOD!” I shout out loud, succumbing to the wildfire spreading from my pussy to my brain, and from there to … everywhere. It feels like there are wasps crawling under my skin, the sharp stabs of pleasure inundating my brain.

  Slowly, Mistress Strokes slides her fingers out of me, and Aidan does the same. I sit down on the floor, breathing hard, and only open my eyes when I’m certain I won’t pass out.

  “Giving up already?” Aidan asks me, and these words of his are all it takes for me to find some hidden reserve of energy. Opening my eyes, I turn to him with a grin (or perhaps with a snarl) and place my hands on his naked chest; using all of my strength, I push on him, forcing him to lie down on the floor.

  The moment his back touches the floor, I strike like a hungry predator: I climb on top of his body, grabbing his cock with one hand, and straddle him. My eyes never leave his as I place the tip of his cock against my pussy, and then brush it up and down the length of my wetness. I feel him trying to thrust, but this time I don’t surrender easily; no, I keep on teasing him until he’s almost growling, both his hands on my ass and trying to push me down.

  “Beg,” I purr, narrowing my eyes mischievously.

  “No fucking way,” he shoots back, taking one hand to my hair and yanking on it. Momentarily distracting me, he uses my surprise to thrust hard, and this time there’s no stopping him: his cock parts my drenched folds and, in a heartbeat, slides deep inside of me. All I can do is scream at the top of my lungs while his thickness stretches me wide.

  “Oh, fuck,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, and that’s when he starts to pound me. Thrusting upward, he pistons into me like a machine, his shaft destroying my insides as it flies in and out of me. Only when that burning sensation in my pussy starts to fade away do I try to move; I lean into him and, placing my hands on his chest, I start to rock my hips. In a matter of seconds, I’m jumping up and down on his cock as he thrusts, both our rhythms finally in sync.

  Smiling, I throw my head back, and then I see Mistress Strokes from the corner of my eyes. She’s kneeling by our side, staring at us as if she’s hypnotized, her cheeks flushed as her nipples grow even harder than before.

  “You can have some fun too,” I tell her, placing one arm around her neck and pulling her into me. I crush my mouth against hers, and then slide my hand down the side of her body, only stopping when I find the hemline of her dress. Moving my fingers up her leg and under the fabric, I go straight for the wet spot between her thighs. I flatten the palm of my hand against her pussy, pressing hard, and then flick her panties to the side. The moment I feel her wetness against my skin, I waste no time: I turn my wrist around and push one finger past her inner lips, curling it upward until I find that sweet spot.

  I don’t know how I’m doing it, but I manage to keep on riding Aidan and finger Mistress Strokes at the same time. To be honest, I’m not even thinking about what I’m doing; I’m just doing it, my body acting on its own. I guess that when you shut down that inner turmoil inside of your head, you can accomplish a lot more. Aidan was right; I needed to learn how to stop thinking. That was my biggest sin, both as a writer and as a woman: the constant turning of gears inside my head.

  Feeling wild and out of control, I slide my fingers out of Mistress Strokes’ pussy and grab at her dress, pushing it down her legs violently. Then I go straight for her thong, hooking my fingers on it and pushing it against her outer thigh; I yank on it, tearing the fabric with a satisfying ripping sound, and then place my hand on her pussy again.

  This time, though, I can’t do more than just press my hand against her wetness. Aidan’s thrusts have grown wild, and I feel pleasure looming on the horizon, its vast shadow cast over my mind and completely overpowering me.

  “I’m going to--” I start to say, feeling my inner walls closing in around Aidan’s shaft, but I never get to finish my sentence. The last word is replaced by an animalist scream, my voice wild and lustful. I take my hand out of Mistress Strokes’ pussy, and just bend over Aidan, digging my fingernails into his hard pectorals, hard enough to draw blood. I rake at his body as pleasure surges through me, a violent wave of ecstasy hitting me in full force.

  Leaning further in, I press my forehead against Aidan’s chest, my hair falling over my face and covering it. I remain like that, breathing hard, and only move when that pleasant numbness starts fading away from both my mind a
nd muscles.

  “More,” I whisper against Aidan’s body. “More,” I repeat, using the hands I have on his chest to push myself up. “I want more.” Without even waiting for his reply, I stand up, but just for the amount of time necessary to turn around; I sit down again, this time my back turned to him, and grab his cock again.

  Closing my eyes, I point his cock straight at my pussy and then ease down, exhaling sharply as I feel his long member sliding inside of me once more. I sway my hips back and forth, my body flowing from movement to movement, and a string of moans falls from my open mouth.

  “You two are really something else,” I hear a feminine voice say, and I open my eyes just in time to see Mistress Strokes going down on her knees right in front of me. Before I even have the time to react, she kisses me and places her fingers on my clit, stroking it while I move back and forth over Aidan’s cock.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” I breathe out, biting on my lower lip as that electric feeling creeps back into my muscles, making them tense up.

  “No, this is good,” Mistress Strokes whispers, a devious look on her face. She brushes her lips against my neck, and then slides them down to my breasts. Her lips go over my right nipple without stopping, and then she lies down on the floor, right between Aidan’s legs. I hold my breath as I realize what she’s going to do, and then a moan explodes in my mouth as she wraps her lips around my clit, sucking while she presses on it with her tongue.

  I keep on swaying my body over Aidan’s cock as she licks me, my head thrown back in utter delight. Aidan’s hands are on my ass, and he keeps them there while guiding the coming and going motion of my body.

  “I’m going to come… I’m going to come…” I moan, my voice choked out and tired. “I’m going to -- FUCK!”

  Pleasure explodes inside of me like a hand grenade, burning my nerve endings with such intensity that it’s a wonder my brain isn’t melting. I thrust hard and then hold my position, feeling Aidan’s cock buried deep inside of me while Mistress Strokes presses down on my clit as hard as she can.

  I scream until I can’t do it any longer, my screaming turning into a hushed out whisper.

  “That was beautiful,” I hear Mistress Strokes say; she’s on her knees now, right in front of me, and leans in to kiss me. I kiss her back, one hand on her face, and smile.

  “It was,” I agree, rolling to the side and sitting down on the floor, trying to catch my breath. “But this isn’t over,” I add, looking over my shoulder at Mistress Strokes and Aidan. I wiggle my ass from side to side, inviting him in, and he comes up to me with a grin on his lips.

  He doesn’t waste a second; with one hand on my waist, he uses the other to grab his cock and guide it straight home. He’s inside of me with one sudden thrust, his twelve inches going all the way in.

  I look over my shoulder at Mistress Strokes, smiling as I see her. She’s sitting down, legs spread wide and her hand flat on her pussy; she’s rubbing her clit fast, her eyes wide as she looks at us. Seems like she’s enjoying the show. Well, I guess it’s time for my A-game then.

  Without waiting for Aidan to start thrusting, I do it myself. I thrust back with all my strength, feeling his long inches digging deeper inside of me, and then I move forward. He remains frozen in place as I ignite my pendulum motion, moving back and forth so fast that my ass cheeks hurt every time they smack against Aidan’s thighs.

  Upping the rhythm, Aidan joins me and starts thrusting, and he does it even more fiercely. His fingers are hooked on my hips and, every time he thrusts, he pulls me into him at the same time. His cock goes so deep inside of me that I scream each and every time his shaft slides in, my inner walls overflowing with electric pleasure.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers turning into claws and pressing against the concrete floor of the studio. My pussy tightens up around Aidan’s cock harder than before, and that drives him completely crazy. He’s thrusting wildly now, putting all his strength behind the movement of his hips, and he has to lace my waist with one arm to stop me from falling forward.

  I hear Mistress Strokes’ thick voice as she comes, her bright and easy moans filling the whole studio and propelling me into oblivion. I want to look back at her, to see the expression of pleasure on her face as she comes, but I don’t have the time to do it; pleasure bursts inside of me, filling every inch of my body and scorching every rational thought I've ever had.

  I scream so loud that my voice overtakes Mistress Strokes’ moans, my muscles spasming so hard that it must look like I’m having a seizure. Guided by some higher madness, I start thrusting back at Aidan as I come, hell bent on having him cum as well. Two of my thrusts and I start feeling his cock throbbing hard, each spasm that runs through his shaft sending ripples of ecstasy over my inner walls.

  I have to move fast now; I lunge forward, making his cock pop out of my pussy, and turn toward him as fast as I can. Knowing exactly what’s on my mind, he goes up to his feet and I grab his cock straight away, stroking it furiously. One fraction of a second later and a thick rope of cum gushes out from his cock and hits me straight in the face.

  I keep on stroking him as Mistress Strokes joins me, kneeling by my side, and Aidan’s cum gushes over the two of us like an unstoppable flood. It’s warm and salty, and he keeps on shooting his load until almost every single inch of naked skin from my waist up is completely covered in semen.

  Peeling my fingers off his cock, I grab my tits and start smearing his cum all over me, looking up into his eyes with a wicked grin. With a delighted smile, he goes down to his knees and kisses me, shoving his tongue inside my mouth and twirling it around, taking his own cum into his mouth.

  While Aidan and I are kissing, Mistress Strokes wraps her lips around one of my nipples and starts sucking. She then moves her tongue from my right breast to the left one, licking my cum-coated skin dry.

  I sigh heavily as Aidan joins her, both their tongues running up and down my body in a frenzied dance. I run my fingers through their hair, my eyes closed as I savor the moment.

  If our book is half as good as what’s going on in my life, it’s going to be a fucking bestseller, I think to myself.

  And it’s true, isn’t it? My life—and all the sex I’m having—is the best inspiration anyone could have.

  15

  Aidan

  “Cheryl, I think you’re freaking out over nothing, babe,” Abby says into the speakerphone.

  She’s lying next to me in bed. We’re naked and I’m looking at her beautiful and slender back as she takes this call from Cheryl.

  Cheryl for her part is on speakerphone and doing what she does fucking best—worry about Abby.

  I mean, I completely fucking understand where Cheryl comes from. I’m probably a full time job for CJ as well.

  “Okay, well I’ll have the girls go pimp the teasers out in the groups,” Cheryl says out loud over speakerphone. “And the bloggers are still clamoring to get an interview with you.”

  “I know, I know, and I have it on the list,” Abby says and I can’t help myself, I reach over and grab her ass. I squeeze her ass cheek and she wriggles her body, bringing it closer to mine until it’s writhing against me.

  Oh fucking yes, that’s the way I like it.

  I bend over and kiss her neck and I can hear her voice shudder.

  It’s a well deserved kiss. The book is fucking out.

  Boy, did it have a launch.

  Went out four days ago. We hit PUBLISH together. Then fucked like rabbits for hours to celebrate.

  It’s tearing up the charts right now. Broke in at #1200 on the Rainforest Paid Store and it shot up like a rocket. It took less than a day for Big Dick to shoot past the 500 point.

  This morning, it was hovering around #126.

  “Cheryl, I think I’m going to need to go, babe,” Abby squeaks, her entire body trembling as my powerful arms hold her body in place. She can feel my cock. It’s alive. It’s leaking for her. It’s ready to devour her. After everything we’ve been throug
h, Abby knows to batten the hatches and get everything ready for the storm that’s about to come.

  And to be honest, you can’t blame me for wanting to fuck this woman after what we’ve been through.

  The last week was more work than I ever thought possible.

  That tiny body – tiny when compared to me, at least – is capable of so much fucking work. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t fucking seen it with my own two eyes. From writing chapters, to dealing with editors. To working with me on the chapters that I was writing. Getting our stories straight. Making sure the storyline was consistent. Dealing with the art folks in getting the cover all squared away.

  By the time the week was over and it was time to go to launch, I swear I was fucking exhausted. Abby didn’t look like she was ready to stop.

  “I love this game so much,” she told me one night after we put away the chapters and I brought Chinese food. We were eating it on the couch as Abby’s phone went off the hook with all the work that Cheryl was lining up for publicity. “I don’t think there’s anything else I’d rather be doing with my life.”

  “What did you do before?” I asked her. It’s true. I had only ever known Abby Cleveland from her books. We’d never really talked in the month or so that we were collaborating on what we did before.

  “I used to work on Wall Street,” Abby said to me that evening. “At Carter Jeffries.”

  Shit. Even I knew what Carter Jeffries was. One of the most preeminent fucking investment banks in the world. They didn’t suffer fools, that’s for damn sure.

  “Nice,” I remember saying to her.

  She shrugged at my comment. “It was a man’s world. I had to learn to live in it,” she said as she took a bite of her food. “But it wasn’t my dream job.”

  “Why’d you do it?” I asked her.

  She shrugged again. “After school, I didn’t really know where else to go. I had always wanted to write, but people always told me that it wasn’t viable. That I couldn’t make a career from it. So I went to work on Wall Street.”