Cocky AF: A Secret Baby Forbidden Romance

by Katie Ford

  “Step closer,” Mr. Childs commanded.

  As I obeyed, he reached out and put his hands on my bare backside, smiling just slightly. He pulled my lower half toward himself, his mouth opening as he leaned in to suck the champagne from between my legs.

  Nudging my panties aside with his mouth, his tongue licked at my bare, wet pussy. I gasped, loudly, my nerves going haywire. This only made him more excited, and his lapping became more intense. I felt the buildup of orgasm as his tongue flicked at my champagne-soaked clit, and I found myself disappointed when he pulled away, licking the insides of my thighs, then moving back up to my belly.

  When he pulled the lace of my bra away, exposing my heavy breasts, he gave me a snake’s smile. His tongue washed away the champagne, his teeth nipped at my taut nipples. I cried out again, partially surprised, confused, and aroused.

  Mr. Childs laved every bit of champagne from my nearly naked body, his mouth talented and thirsty. So thirsty, in fact, that he asked for another glass of champagne that he had me pour over myself once more, but only after taking a sip. He kissed my lips for the first time, savoring the sweet liquid there before working down my body once more.

  He buried his face in my cunt for the second time, his tongue licking at the folds, exploring the slick hole, sucking on the tiny budded clit. But he never let me come. He licked and sucked, bit and teased, and I cried out because I was so close that I no longer cared that this was way over the line of professionalism. I didn’t care that he was a stranger. I only cared about how his tongue felt all over my body.

  “Your cunt tastes good,” he said as he finally pulls away, his face wet from champagne and saliva and my own juices. “Grab me a warm towel.”

  Dazed and aching, my clit painfully enlarged and the need to come making it nearly impossible to walk, I somehow managed to waddle to the galley kitchen, where I prepared a hot towel to present to Mr. Childs.

  He wiped his face and handed back the towel just as the Captain announced our final descent. I pulled on my dress, my body sticky from the champagne, and nearly fell into my seat.

  My cheeks burned as Mr. Childs exited, thanking the pilot for a smooth landing. He reached out to shake my hand and there, again, was a wad of cash. I put it in my pocket and wished him a good day, watching his fit figure bound down the stairs to a waiting limousine.

  The weight of the wad of bills in my pocket drove me crazy as I cleaned the kitchen and straightened the cabin. I worried about the champagne on the carpet, so much so that I asked Elite Air to steam clean the carpets before the next flight.

  I knew what it was before I even counted. Two-thousand dollars.

  Twin Fun

  ~Deleted Scene to Six Ways to Sin~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee and Katie Ford

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  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Joanie

  But Joanie soldiered ahead.

  “So what can I do to make your flight more pleasurable?” she inquired, hands demurely folded in front of that simple navy dress.

  “You can give us a striptease,” I said, smiling as I sat back in my cahir with my arms behind my head. My brother laughed in response as he watched the pink in her cheeks deepen even further.

  She’d been through Damien and Charlie, and god only knows what they had already asked her to do. A striptease shouldn’t have been any big thing at all. But little Joanie’s blush spread from her cheeks to her chest. I would have bet money that her tits went pink, too, and I’d have given anything to see it in that moment.

  She seemed to steel herself for a moment before she stood tall, her eyes closing as her hips began to sway. She moved to some unheard music, moving her body smoothly, hands lifting to her head, her little hat the first to be unpinned and tossed to the floor. She followed by undoing her braids, and when she was through, her hair fell in sexy waves down past the middle of her back. Gorgeous.

  She’d obviously had a little bit of practice getting her dress unzipped, as she reached back and had it down in a hot second, turning slowly so that we could see the skin she’d bared, creamy and white, her red bra a pop of color against a blank canvas.

  She dipped, her head going down, her ass in the air, wide, stretching against the fabric of her skirt. When she stood back up, still moving, she pulled the top of the dress from her shoulders, baring more of that smooth, porcelain skin.

  I thought I might cream myself immediately when she let the rest of the dress fall away. It slipped to the floor, just a whisper of fabric as her abundant ass bared just the tiniest bit of lace to cover her crack.

  “My mouth is watering,” Andrew said.

  “Mmmhmmm,” I agreed as we were hypnotized by that swaying rear.

  When Joanie turned, her eyes were still closed.

  “Look at us, beautiful,” I said.

  She opened her eyes, still moving, pushing her hands over her head as she shimmied and dipped to whatever music must have been playing in her pretty head.

  “Come closer, Joanie,” my brother said.

  As Joanie made her way toward my brother, he unsheathed his cock, which had been tenting his suit pants. He stroked himself as she danced in front of him, wide-eyed.

  “You like the look of my meat?” Andrew asked.

  Joanie bit her bottom lip, her eyes worried. But she nodded. Affirmative.

  “Ever had a cock like this inside of that sweet pussy?” he asked.

  A shake of the head.

  “Ever had any cock inside that sweet pussy?” I asked.

  Another shake of the head. Score. Hail Mary, full of grace. A virgin for the spoiling.

  “Joanie,” my brother coaxed, “come give me a lap dance.”

  She hesitated a moment, looking back and forth between the two of us. When she stepped to straddle Andrew’s lap, her cheeks went pink once more.

  Andrew must have read my mind, because he pulled those heavy tits out of that bright red bra and exposed that flushed skin to eager eyes and, it seemed, a hungry mouth. Andrew couldn’t stop himself, his lips closing on one luscious pink nipple without preamble.

  Young Joanie’s knees buckled a little, and that cunt, covered only by the barest scrap of red fabric, dipping against my brother’s hard dick. This made the flight attendant gasp and lose her balance a bit.

  Never good at waiting my turn, I decided to help her manage her balance while my brother’s hands and mouth worked against those huge breasts. I pulled my twin cock from my pants as I approached, rubbing it hard before resting it in the crevice of the brunette’s ass as my hands rested on her hips.

  She sagged against me a bit as my fingers snaked down into her panties, finding her bud swollen and pulsing, her lips covered with sweet juices already.

  “Responsive,” I said in her ear, giving it a nip. “That’s a good girl, Joanie. You like how this feels, don’t you?”

  “Unnnnhhh,” she responded, an inarticulate moan that was assuredly affirmative.

  “I can tell you like it,” I said. “But I need a word, Joanie. I need a yes.”

  “Yes, yes,” she breathed, pushing her hips forward, into my touch.

  I pushed two fingers inside her sweet hole, so tight and wet and warm as my brother continued his buffet at her tits. He looked up long enough to meet my eyes, his dark with lust and approval of this gorgeous brunette. I could practically read his mind – we were going to make a slut of this curvy beauty.

  We switched, then, my hands moving to those creamy, heavy breasts, my fingers tweaking her sensitive nipples as she gasped, my brother slipping down into his chair so that he could bury his face between her legs. She spread for him, her legs quivering as he sucked and licked at her sensitive core.

  Joanie’s moans and gasps alone were enough to get us hard, but her responsiveness was what got us really excited. She
totally gave herself over to us, totally trusted her amazing body to us.

  “Let’s take this to the bed,” I said to Andrew when he came up for air.

  He nodded, using the back of his hand to wipe her juices from his face, a wicked grin on his face.

  Joanie blinked a few times, coming out of a haze of lust and pleasure, as I said, “Let’s explore a little more back in the bedroom.”

  I guided the dazed beauty toward the back of the plane, my brother salivating behind us. Inside the bedroom, the brunette stiffened. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks pink, as she turned to look at us.

  “You look worried,” my brother said. “There’s no reason to worry. We only want good things for you.”

  She licked her bottom lip.

  “I haven’t ever, I mean, I’m a virgin.”

  “We can’t believe a beauty like you hasn’t ever been taken,” I said, “but we like that you haven’t. We can show you what real men can do.”

  “Would you like that?” Andrew asked.

  “I don’t, I don’t know,” she stammered. “I feel like, I’m just not…I’m not a slut.”

  I laughed at this. “Oh, I think you are, but that’s a good thing.”

  She went bright pink at this, all over that voluptuous body. I hardened once more, ready to take her. I leaned in, my lips on hers as one hand settled at the back of her head, tipping her lovely mouth so I could have better access. My tongue slipped between her lips and she opened for me, allowing me to deepen the kiss while my other hand played at the soft skin of her ass, exposed by her thong.

  She moaned when my erection, still exposed, rubbed at her lace-covered clit. At an impatient noise from my brother, I gently released her, guiding her to sit on the bed. Andrew, impatient and hungry, fell to his knees, pulling those panties away from her, baring her cunt as it glistened with the sweet juices of desire.

  My twin pushed her legs further apart before feasting. He gave her no preamble, just shoved his face between her legs like a man starved. Sweet Joanie’s hips bucked at the attention, her noises confirming what we already knew – she loved it.

  I undressed, my cock twitching with excitement as I crawled onto the bed. “Open that gorgeous mouth, Joanie,” I commanded.

  She looked nervously at my dick but obeyed. She took in just a little bit of it, at first, her tongue tasting the head, the small hole there.

  “Wider,” I growled, wanting much more from her.

  She knew how to follow directions, that was for sure, as her mouth opened, allowing me to plow deeper, my cock settling down into her throat. Instinctively, her hands moved up, one to cup my balls, one to grip the base as she sucked and licked.

  “Uhn, ahh, uhn,” she grunted and moaned as my brother pushed two fingers inside that tight hole, his tongue vibrating against her swollen clit.

  Her hips bucked against him and her thighs were wet. My god, she was so wet, so juicy. My brother was in heaven, pushing her so hard toward the release she needed, the release that would make taking her virginity more pleasurable for her.

  See, we’re nice guys.

  When she stilled, her mouth going slack I knew she was there.

  “Come for us, baby,” I said. “Andrew’s working hard down there. Let him feel that pussy clench, go ahead and let go.”

  “Ahh, ahhh, ahhhhh,” she let out a symphony of orgasm noises as I just sat back and watched her face as she left reality for a moment, her body taking her to another plane of existence.

  Andrew kept pumping his fingers, a smile on his face as he, too, watched the display.

  When she settled, he asked, “More?”

  “Yesssss,” she said on a long breath out, her chest rising and falling heavily.

  Andrew moved away and I took his place between her legs as he undressed fully. That motherfucker still had his tie on.

  I made my way to her entrance and made her meet my gaze. Hooded eyelids and a dreamy, dazed expression showed me she was still riding the high of orgasm, so I slipped inside, slowly, while she was relaxed.

  She stiffened almost immediately.

  “Stay relaxed,” I said. “Let me feel you.”

  Andrew, leaned over her, kissing her, his hands deftly working at her nipples, kneading and pinching at those perfect, thick breasts. Joanie arched up to the kiss, her virginal channel opening up for me as I pushed a little further inside until I was fully inside her.

  “Mmmmnnnn,” she moaned, adjusting to the foreign feeling of fullness. “Hurts a little.”

  “We only want it if you want it,” I said. “You want it?”

  “Mmm,” she groaned. “Uhhhnnnn. Yessss. Yessss, I want it.”

  “Then just breathe,” I instructed, pulling a thumb on that throbbing clit, still wracked with aftershocks from her epic orgasm. She arched to that, the pain temporarily forgotten, her juices coating my cock as her body remembered the pleasure. “Yes, Joanie. There you go.”

  I moved just a little, letting her get used to the friction.

  “Move those hips, Joanie,” I instructed. “Move with me. Feel me. Push that sweet cunt up against me.”

  She started to move and I moved at her pace, letting her find her own rhythm with me, her body overstimulated as I continued to press her clit and as Andrew paid continued homage to her breasts and lips.

  “Soft or hard?” I asked. “You want it soft or hard? I’ll let you pick, just this once.”

  Andrew let her answer, his lips only leaving hers long enough for her to say, “Hard.”

  “Hard it is,” I said as I pushed.

  Her legs pushed up, giving me deeper access. God, this girl was made for us. Hands braced on the bed, I pumped my cock into the tight hole, harder and harder as those tits bounced on her chest. Andrew replaced his mouth with his cock and she opened wide, taking him in so that he, too, could pump his pleasure into her.

  “You like this, Joanie?” Andrew asked, his face tight with desire.

  She moaned an affirmation. “Uhhhhh huhhhhh.”

  And she meant it, because that pussy clenched again, orgasm pushing her hips up, her muscles tight as the orgasm gripped her and sent Andrew over the edge as he fucked her mouth.

  What a gift this woman was, so soft and sensual, so sensitive and responsive. I’d certainly never been with a virgin so easy to climax, so willing to listen to directions. It was as if that sweet slut knew that we could help her feel maximum pleasure – all she had to do was follow directions and let herself feel the pleasure.

  This was going to be fun.

  Andrew came first, his release pouring down her throat as she sucked him dry, still coming on my dick as I neared the edge of my control. I came and came, pumping white, creamy jizz into that perfect pussy.

  We didn’t stop there, though. No, once that little slut discovered how good it felt to be filled, she couldn’t get enough. She mewled like a little cat when I withdrew, her hand going to her throbbing bud, stroking it, trying to push herself toward orgasm once more.

  Never one to leave a woman hanging on the edge of ecstasy, I met eyes with Andrew, who was already nodding that he could go another round. He laid down, rubbing his cock, getting it ready, and when he was hard, he pulled the astonished brunette on top of him, impaling her without preamble.

  “Move,” he said. “Move those big, beautiful hips, Joanie.”

  She moved, her hands resting on Andrew’s chest. I, for one, took a moment to enjoy the view of that wide ass moving up and down, spreading as it rested, plump and juicy as she moved back up. It was a mesmerizing sight, really, and I just watched while I pumped my cock, getting it ready for more of that gorgeous body.

  Knowing Joanie was, until just moments before, a virgin, I knew we’d have to edge her toward our more deviant interests. Anal would be out, for now, though I could certainly start to get her ready for it.

  As she rode my brother, he couldn’t get enough of those fantastic boobs. He continued licking and motorboating and otherwise obsessing over them a
s they hung like two pendulums in his face. And little Joanie, our curvy stewardess, she rode him like nobod’s business, up and down as he continued agitating that clit, until she literally stopped breathing, her orgasm taking over mind, body, and soul.

  Boneless, she was barely able to hold herself up, so Andrew held her hips and pumped into her, moaning about how good she felt, about how sweet she was. I rubbed my cock into her ass crack as he did, loving the feel, wishing I could shove my cock straight into the tiny brown hole.

  As it was, I put just my pinky there, using my other hand to guide my cock into the gooey space from asshole to pussy. She liked it, writhing on my brother, getting her second wind as she came again, taking my brother with her.

  Once my brother was spent, I pulled her from him, placing her on all fours, shoving into her once more to finish off. I rubbed that clit, still, urging her to give me one more, to let me feel that sweet cunt squeezing my dick.

  And she did not disappoint. She shoved that ass toward me as I fucked her hard, so hard, watching those bags swing from her chest in a circular dance. Just as I erupted, so did she, with a primal cry of release that seemed more animal than human. She sounded less like a kitten and more like a predatory cat, waking up and ready to pounce.

  “My little jungle panther,” I said. “Good girl. Now rest.”

  I think she was asleep before I even pulled out.

  A SNEAK PEEK

  SOLD AT THE AUCTION

  By Cassandra Dee

  CHAPTER ONE

  Ellie

  “Seriously El, you can’t wear that,” said my friend Rachel.

  I looked back at her, a little miffed.

  “Why not?” I asked plaintively. The jeans I had on were nice, a dark denim wash, and I’d paired them with a long-sleeve top, crushed velvet with a scoop-neck. “Looks okay to me.”

  Rachel snorted.