24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  Magnus gets a wicked grin and wags his cock at me. “Not yet, Penny. You’ll taste this cock when I say you can,” he says in that darkly delicious voice.

  I’ve got shivers everywhere. My toes are curling. God, he knows how to drive me absolutely wild.

  He covers me in all that cum, my skin blanketed by its white warmness, and then flips me over. With his hands on my shoulders, he forces me to go down to my knees and then to lay down on the carpeted floor of his office. We’re sticky and all messy but we’re not even close to done.

  “Ass up, face down,” Magnus says with an air of authority that makes my clit twitch. I'm all for being take charge everywhere else, but I'm more than happy to comply when he orders me what to do.

  I wiggle my ass up in the air and I hear the sharp sound of a spank before my mind even registers the sensation. I tremble, but I keep my ass up. His cock glides back into me and he spanks me again.

  This time my pussy clenches around his cock with the spanking. Partially because I want him to do it again — the vibration against my pussy shakes through my whole body deliciously — and partially because I can’t help just thinking how good his cock feels. “Spank me harder, Daddy, please, I need it,” I start to beg. I’m honestly a little surprised to hear how insistent I am. There’s something about being a little bit filthy and then cumming a whole lot that makes you want to dive even deeper into the twisted sort of shit that’s depraved enough to make your pussy all sopping wet, though, you know?

  “Since you asked so nicely,” Magnus says, and I can pretty much hear the satisfaction spreading across his gorgeous face in a smile that would drench my panties if he wasn’t already so deep inside me that I can almost taste his cock. Mmmm, soon.

  God, I crave him so much. I’d do anything for another second of pleasure from him, but lucky for me he’s in a giving mood. He lands another spanking, in the exact same spot as the last, and then several more in quick succession. They are too fast for me to count them. He lands every spanking in the same spot so I can practically feel how red my skin must be. I’m trembling and I know that any second now the lit fuse is going off and I’m going to cum again. I hesitate, wanting to beg but deciding not to, because I couldn’t handle being teased right now when I'm so, so close to this orgasm. I’m greedy for it now and there’s no way that I could risk even a second more of any prolonged torture. That doesn’t prevent the moans that are escaping my lips, stacked up on top of each other from the sheer hard repetition of Magnus slamming so hard into my pussy again and again.

  His hand closes over that spot, the heat of his skin on the abused ass cheek enough to make me yelp. That — and the sensation of him slamming so deep into me — would've been enough to set off my orgasm.

  But then he brings his fingers on his other hand to my clit, and that’s it. I explode. I shriek like I’ve seen a ghost, because I'm cumming so hard I think I could raise the dead. Thank God the walls to his office are soundproof, or else everyone on this floor would go crazy with the way I’m screaming right now. My body melts and I’m struggling to keep my ass up in the air when my limbs turn to jelly. The pleasure explodes through my body. My pussy is weeping cream, I’m so aroused. I can hear the wet sound of my cum practically sloshing as he keeps fucking hard into me. It's just the kind of pornographic slice of reality that makes me groan and cum just a little bit harder. It drives me closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm.

  Magnus knows this — remember I told you how he knows my body better than I do? And, thank fuck, he does. Because he slams that hand back down on that same spot on my ass, tortures my clit, and slams his huge cock even harder into my pussy. My knees buckle and he holds me up because I'm dangling, dangling like a limp damn noodle. Well, except for the part where I’m spasming wildly. I cum so hard that my eyes just quit working and I’m dizzy for a few seconds. That’s right, Magnus fucks the light out of me. My pussy is clamping down hard on his cock and it doesn’t take long for that to have the ricochet effect.

  Pulling out of my pussy with a wet pop, Magnus strokes his cock and flips me over before climbing atop of me. His knees are on either side of my head and he's stroking that formidable cock right in front of my face. He rubs it messily on my face with the first burst of his cum that shoots out.

  He’s simply a wonder of nature. He’s cumming the second time in a row, and he still manages to shoot a veritable gallon over my already drenched body. And yes, if you’re wondering, it’s as glorious as it sounds.

  I stick my tongue out and this time he cups my hair and unloads a long sticky rope of cum right on my tongue. The salty taste of him makes me desperate for him, and I lean forward to take him in my mouth.

  He raises up so that he can pipe that big dick right down my throat. I swallow against him, my eyes watering and my mouth filling up instantly with his enormous cock. But I love, love being stuffed full of his cock like this. Magnus keeps stroking my hair, and I’m mesmerized by his gorgeous face as his cock pumps his hot load down my throat.

  I cup his balls while they empty in my mouth. The taste of my pussy on his cock is so damn good I’m moaning. I can practically taste just how hard I came and I’m so horny with his cock inside of me that I feel my pussy leak out even more cream at the idea. I make a mental note to rehydrate when my limbs finally work again and I run my thumb down the length of his balls. I love every inch of him. I love how fucking hard he's cumming, his sexy face making me so wet my nipples actually hurt with need. The way he has me pinned like this I almost wish I could pinch them, but I can’t reach them and I’d rather have my hands on him anyway.

  When the final drop of his cum shoots down my throat and I swallow it up, I feel a little dribble on my chin. Magnus shoots me a wicked look, pulling his cock from my mouth.

  In a swift move he rolls over and pulls me on top of him, his tongue licking up the cum on my lips and then kissing me deeply.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this with how weak my body feels, but I slide my pussy up and down his cock and wiggle until I get his cock back inside me. My mind tells me I’m exhausted but my body craves his…so here I am, finding my second wind and using it to shove his cock deep in my pussy while we kiss. His tongue slides over mine, sharing the taste of our orgasms as promised, and I’m shivering in his arms. Hypersensitive to every inch of my skin touching his, I arch my back so that my nipples scrape more across his chest. Moaning into his mouth, I want to scream out just from the sheer pleasure of how good it feels to be in his arms, his cock buried inside me, our cum all over each other’s tongues as we kiss deeply.

  We could be trapped forever like this. My pussy is already shaking again and squeezing down on his cock. I break the kiss and squeal. “Oh God I’m cumming again!” I can’t help but yelp out.

  Beneath me, he bucks hard and fucks his cock into me so hard that my orgasm is so intense that I stop breathing. I literally stop and basically forget the world, shattering so much that sounds mean nothing and I’m lost. Then I fall back against him and shiver, the orgasm tearing through my body and making my body sweat even more, slippery against his chest. Every hard inch of him against my body feels like heaven. I run my hands up and down his firm arms holding mine, feeling every inch of their muscles and how strong he feels everywhere. I've never seen a man, felt a man so damn sculpted as him. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d touched him and seen him with my own eyes, I would never have believed it was possible for someone to be as attractive as Magnus. The sight of him is enough to steal my breath, and that cock of his threatens to stop my heart every time I’m near it.

  “Goddamn, Penny, I think you’ve issued a personal challenge for me to fuck you until you can’t cum anymore,” Magnus says with a laugh. “Because you know,” he says and pulls me closer to him so that his lips touch my ear when he continues. “I'll fuck you until you black out with an orgasm that just pulls you right under. My cock will stay rock goddamn hard to fuck you right over that edge,” he says with an air of raw pow
er in his voice that makes my clit twitch and my mouth run dry.

  I can’t say that I’ve ever wanted anything more. “That challenge sounds good, but I think I might collapse any moment,” I say with a breathy giggle.

  “I’m also content,” Magnus says as he turns us to the side and wraps his arm around my breasts, “to cuddle you and fuck you nice and slow until we both remember how to breathe normally again.” His cock slides a little out and thrusts back, and he starts fucking me slower and with his cock never fully leaving me. The change of pace shocks me, and the way my body feels like butter against his rock-hard steel, well, he was right about my breathing. I take ragged little breaths and my heart races at his touch, the way he’s holding me. His lips are on my neck, kissing me softly. I shiver in his touch from the feather light kisses and the way he’s stroking in my pussy so slowly. I could probably black out from this cuddle fucking, I’m so high from all of the orgasming, from the sensations of his skin on mine. I pull one of his hands down to touch my stomach. I haven’t told him about the baby but I know I will have to soon. I know that I need to. I'm so contended and satisfied that I just feel overwhelmed with how perfect this moment is.

  “I love sliding my cock in you slow like this,” Magnus whispers against my neck. “You were fucking me so slowly before, I thought I would burst. But I knew I could repay the favor when you were too spent to do anything but feel how I can fill you up so slowly and keep you on the edge of an orgasm until you don’t know if you’re about to cum, or if you already are. I could fuck you forever,” Magnus says with a growl.

  I’ve heard the term sweet nothings before, but the filthy things my stepfather whispers in my ear are something else entirely. They’re dirty little secrets that he and I share, the words that make every moment we fuck and enter this incredible world together. Nothing can touch us when we’re together. I feel ten feet tall and invincible in his arms. My body feels so deliciously spent after he fucks me. His cock inside my pussy now feels so warm, so achingly good staying inside of me, that I want to sleep like this and wake up the next day with his cock still buried inside of me. My stomach is still sticky with his first load of cum but I don’t want to wash it off. I like being marked by him. I love that he cums all over me when he fucks me on a table and then he cuddles me right on the floor and doesn’t care that he’s got his cum all over him too.

  Fuck, he licks his cum off my tongue with his. That’s the kind of thing I never even would've known I wanted. Magnus mapped out pleasure my body didn’t know how to get to. And then he rolls up that map and spanks me with it. I almost giggle in the moment at this silly thought, but then Magnus captures my earlobe between his teeth and nibbles just enough to shock me into jumping so slightly. When I do, his cock strokes a sensitive path in my pussy that makes me moan. “Well, aren’t you tricky,” I say with a low moan.

  “Absolutely. You’ll never know what’s cumming next,” Magnus says with a low, sexy laugh. “Well, you know you’re cumming, but you don’t know when, I guess I should say,” he says and kisses my jawline. He moves his kiss up and kisses me right next to my lips. “Right now, I’ll give you a freebie. I want you to cum now,” he says.

  For less than a second I’m shocked by this. I couldn’t possibly be ready to cum again, if at all any more, because I’m so exhausted. But Magnus lowers his palm and plants it right above my pussy, pressing just enough to teeter the pleasure right off the edge. I cry out, the orgasm flooding through my body right on command for him. Whimpering, I shake against him and that only makes his cock strokes speed up and fuck me just hard enough to make my eyes roll back in their sockets.

  I remember what he said about blacking out, and I know I’ve got to work to actually hold on because I gasp and I’m about to float away from him or pass out or something. “Magnus!” I gasp out. He turns my face toward his and kisses me again, so softly it makes my clit burn with need. And it's no coincidence that it's what keeps me awake enough in that moment.

  And then his cock is hard as a stone and hot as hell, hammering into me with a furious speed. The cum pouring into my pussy is like little firecrackers lighting me up, sending me into a tailspin of furious lust. My body shakes in his hold and every movement makes us both cum that much harder, drowning in each other. Every sensation brings us higher and higher until we’re both gasping. Magnus’s cock sinks into me to the hilt but stops cumming.

  “Can we just stay like this?” I say. I don’t add the last word—forever.

  “Yes,” Magnus says, kissing me softly. I think he knows I mean forever. And I think he still means to answer ‘yes.’

  Except I can’t stay like this. When Magnus falls asleep, I pull myself out of his arms, and I leave.

  Penny

  Coffee—some people drink it so that it gives them a much-needed jolt, I drink it so that I can relax. That’s why I’m sitting at Rue 57 right now, a cup of coffee in my hand. Yeah, don’t you think that I came here because I’m not worried about everything that’s happening with Magnus’ company.

  It’s just that I can’t help him at the office; Joyce is pretty much all the help he needs, and I’m not doing a favor to myself by becoming a nervous wreck. I figured I needed some fresh air and took a taxi here, in the hopes that a warm cup of coffee would help me see things more clearly.

  I need to do something, you know? This whole situation is insane. The scandal my mother created is costing Magnus an arm and a leg, and all that devastation isn’t pretty. Magnus has been awake for close to 48 hours now, his cellphone glued to his ear as he tries to patch every small disaster happening every five minutes or so. His company is losing contracts left and right, and now word got out that the Committee in charge of overseeing the Equinox Tower project has decided to reevaluate Magnus’ involvement.

  And if Magnus loses the Equinox deal… Well, I don’t even want to think about it. If the city manages to crush that deal, then logic follows that every deal Magnus’ company has with the city is at risk. If the Equinox deal goes up in flames, Magnus’ company is going to turn into a large pile of ashes.

  I can’t let that happen. I have no idea what a journalist just out of college (and out of a job at that) can do to help a business tycoon currently fighting a vicious mayor, but there has to be something. Right? Please, please, give me some encouragement, because this picture is a pretty bleak one.

  I’ve talked with Magnus and Joyce about holding a press conference and denying the Daily Journal's’ article, but Joyce advised me against it. The scandal is still fresh on people’s mind, and having me talk to the public would be like pouring gasoline on top of a raging fire. Besides, Magnus forbade me from doing it; he told me it was because a press conference like the one I had in mind would do nothing for his company, but I know that it was because he doesn’t want to see me being ripped to shreds by the press.

  This is chaos. Absolute chaos. And it all happened because I was a naive girl who believed I could serve justice to a man I didn’t even know. Look where that got me, huh? The man I love is facing financial ruin, and… and then there’s the child I’m carrying inside my belly.

  I lay one hand on top of my belly, absent-mindedly caressing my still unnoticeable lump, and that’s when I notice a shadow falling over me.

  “How many weeks are you?” I hear a feminine voice say, and I turn my head around to see a woman I’ve never met before. She isn’t much older than me, not yet in her thirties, and there’s an easy-going aura around her, almost as if she had reached the pinnacle of happiness. She’s wearing an expensive dress, one that compliments the curves of her body, and she looks like she stepped out from a cover magazine. Which, of course, makes a lot of sense; I’ve already seen her face in the cover of a magazine.

  “Natalie Trask…!” I whisper in disbelief, my jaw hanging open, and she just smiles and sits across the table.

  “How many weeks?” she asks me again, gently smiling and waving at my belly.

  “How did you…?”

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nbsp; “I’ve been where you are. Penny, isn’t it? And you have that ‘distressed mother’ look, you know?”

  I look at her, having no idea what to say, and let my hand fall from my belly. This is Natalie Trask, and I don’t really have nice things to say about anyone with the Trask name. Did Laurel send her? And how did she even find me here?

  “Don’t worry, Penny, I have nothing to do with Laurel. She might be my husband’s sister, but that doesn’t mean I get along with her. In fact, you might say we butt heads more often than not,” she says, and I can’t help but trust her. She was involved in a pretty big scandal of her own two years ago, where she got involved with Parker Trask, the mayor at the time. They plunged the city into chaos, but she stood by the man she loved right until the very end.

  “I’m sorry, I… I don’t understand,” I finally manage to say, remembering not to let my mouth hang open.

  “Well, don’t hate me, but I asked Parker for some help and he pulled a few strings so that I could find you here,” she says, and my mouth hangs open once more. Why would Natalie Trask be looking for me? “Look, I know my sister-in-law, and I’ve been in your shoes before. I can’t simply stand aside and let Laurel have her way. Besides, you remind me of myself, Penny.”

  “Me?” I ask her, pointing at myself stupidly. Natalie Trask is one of those women who seems to have been born to rule the world, a take-no-shit-from-anyone attitude etched deep in their DNA, and I can’t help but be surprised by the fact that she’s comparing herself to me. Hell, we’re talking about the woman who founded a sex toy company in her apartment and turned it into a million-dollar operation, and all that while dating the New York City mayor… which, turns out, was her own stepfather. Rings a bell?

  It’s kinda weird to think about, in a way. I mean, this is the woman who developed the vibrator bullet I used with Magnus on our little ride through Manhattan.

  “You,” she whispers, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand. “You remind me of myself, and I really wish I could help you. But I can’t pull Parker into this without plunging the city into chaos again, and no one wants that. But I can give you some advice.”