36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  “Yes, you are,” he whispers, that mischievous darkness in his voice turning the space between my thighs into a wet mess. You’d think that after what happened with Tristan, I’d be able to see things more clearly now - but it’s just the opposite. That moment with Tristan just made me crave them both even more, my body completely addicted to the rush that comes from having a perfect man chasing after you.

  Still with that wicked grin on his face, Madden takes one hand off of my ass and moves it up my back, only stopping when he rests it on the nape of my neck. Then, tangling his fingers on my hair, he yanks on it and forces me to throw my head back; the moment I do it he leans forward, opening his mouth and crushing it against my skin. He kisses and nibbles at my skin, and my sighs of pleasure slowly start turning into moans.

  Bucking my hips at him again, I let a seductive sway take over my body. I press my pussy against his cock and grind against him, fully knowing that I’m driving him crazy with each passing second.

  Letting go of my hair, he places both hands on my ass again and leaves them there, feeling the sway of my body as I dance over his cock. Our mouths find each other fast and, next thing I know, my eyes are closed and we’re kissing wildly, our tongues waging war against one another.

  Squeezing my ass cheeks, he allows one wandering finger to move over to my ass crack, and he brushes his fingertip over the tiny piece of fabric that covers it. Teasing me, he makes sure to apply a kind of maddening pressure every time his finger moves over my asshole, and that just makes me rock my hips even harder.

  Pulling my mouth off of his, I lay my hands on his chest and run my fingers down the length of his tie. He watches me do it, never taking his hands off of my ass, and I loosen his tie, popping out the top button of his shirt immediately after. Undoing the knot on his tie, I pull it from around his neck and then let it slip off my fingers; wasting no time, I get to work on his shirt again, undoing button after button and revealing the hard muscles that cover his chest.

  My knuckles brush against his abs as I keep on going lower, and that’s almost enough to make me lose it. With a growl dawning on the back of my throat, I untuck his shirt and then turn my hands into claws, harshly running my fingernails down from his chest to his abs, feeling every groove and ridge in his body. There’s only one word to describe how gloriously handsome Madden is, and that word is none other than ‘fuckable’. Sure, it might not be a pretty word, but that doesn’t make it any less truth.

  “Enjoying the sight?” He asks me, perhaps noticing the way my eyes have become glazed as I take in the perfection of his body.

  “You have no idea,” I purr, allowing my fingers to slide down to his waist; I brush my thumbs over his belt and then unbuckle it, the metallic jingle of it coming undone like music to my ears. “But now I want to see the rest,” I continue, grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling on them as hard as I can, forcing the top button to pop out and the zipper to fly down in a hurry. His cock tents up his boxer briefs in a fraction of a second, and it does it so harshly I wouldn’t be surprised if his huge member simply ripped its way out of the fabric.

  Holding my breath, I take my hand to his cock and flatten my palm against it, pressing hard against it. I feel it pulse and throb against my fingers, and I feel my mind spin as I imagine what it’d feel like to have it inside my pussy, sliding in and out of me at a frantic pace…

  Okay, Megan, get a hold of yourself.

  “You like it, don’t you?” Madden asks me, finally easing up on the way with which he was squeezing my ass cheeks and teasing my hole.

  “Maybe,” I reply, tightening my grip around his shaft and enjoying the way the lines in his face seem to deepen.

  “You’re a terrible liar, Megan,” he chuckles, taking his hands to my knees and sliding them up to my thighs. On the way up, he hooks his fingers on the hemline of my dress and pulls it up as well, bunching it up around my waist.

  I say nothing as he lets his thumbs fall over my waist, the pressure of his fingers on my inner thighs making my pussy burn with desire. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hearing the gentle purr of the engine coming from underneath us. Throwing my arms over his shoulders, I grab the headrest behind him, feeling the leather under my fingertips, and buck my hips against him as hard as I can.

  He groans as I crush my pussy against his hard cock, and so I do it again. And again. I do it until my pussy becomes so wet I feel myself becoming dehydrated, and then I do it some more for good measure. And that’s when Madden grabs me by the waist and forces me to stop; he pulls me back a few inches and then, moving fast, he flattens the palm of his right hand over my pussy.

  “Oh,” I breathe out, enjoying the way his fingers move slowly over the wet fabric of my thong. He rubs my pussy in gentle circles, his movements hypnotizing me, and I just press my forehead against his as he does it. Then, flicking my thong to the side, he runs his index finger down the length of my aching pussy. He does it a few times, and then finally rests his fingertip over my clit, gently pressing down on it. I feel electricity crackling up my spine, my heart pumping adrenaline into my bloodstream as my thoughts become scattered inside my head.

  I can barely think right now. Sinful images are flooding my mind, each one of them portraying something so deliciously wicked that I have to take another deep breath to try and push these thoughts to some hidden corner. I can’t surrender to desire like this, or else I’ll be surrendering my pussy to his cock soon.

  “I want this pussy,” Madden tells me, his voice hoarse and loaded with lust. “I need it.” As he speaks, he rubs my clit with the precision of a man that has more experience than the common mortal, and I let a purr tumble out of my mouth.

  “How much do you want it? How much do you need it?” I ask him without opening my eyes, and he lets his index finger fall down from my clit, his finger running down the length of my pussy lips.

  “More than I need the air to breathe, Megan,” he says, parting my folds and sliding his finger inside my pussy, doing it so slowly that my mind almost explodes. When he presses his fingertip against my G-spot, my eyes start rolling in their orbits and I feel my insides clenching hard, already anticipating a violent orgasm.

  But that orgasm still hasn’t come for me, and so Madden gets to work. He turns his hand around, allowing his thumb to fall over my clit, and then slides one more finger inside me. Flicking his wrist, he starts fingering my pussy, going fast and hard right from the start, while at the same time he strokes my clit with a kind of controlled fury.

  “You sure know how to use these fingers,” I chuckle, feeling lightheaded, and rock my hips softly, the coming and going motion of my body matching the way he pistons his fingers into me.

  “I know how to use other things as well,” he whispers, and his words are like a poison: they infiltrate my mind, planting seeds of desire, and I have to grit my teeth in order to stop myself from succumbing to his spell.

  It’s a dangerous ordeal, though.

  What I did with Tristan, and now what I’m doing with Madden… I know I’m playing a dangerous game. I’m walking along the edge of a knife and, even though I’ve managed to avoid getting cut, that won’t last for long - my self-control has its limits, after all.

  “I’m sure you do,” I say, trying to infuse some semblance of strength and confidence into my words. “But you won’t use that cock of yours today,” I continue, leaning in and biting so hard on his lower lip that I almost draw blood. I’m trying to tease him but, to be honest, my words are teasing me as well. It’s a two-way street.

  “You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” He asks me, fingering me so hard that even though I open my mouth to reply, no words appear. I just let out a violent sigh, my voice quivering like an out of tune violin. “Yes, you are,” he answers his own question, handling my pussy and clit masterfully. So masterfully that I already feel that sweet pressure building inside of me, pinching my skin from the inside and filling up my muscles with raw tension.

  “
Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat over and over again, my mind going blank as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes against it. Right now, if you asked where I am… I wouldn’t be able to answer. I’m so out of it that I don’t even know if I can say I’m conscious right now - I’m walking between that tiny pathway between consciousness and the darkness of the unconscious, stuck in a limbo while ecstasy crushes me from both sides.

  And it feels absolutely perfect.

  I remain frozen in place, sitting on his lap, and I only move when the final wave of pleasure washes over me. I sigh heavily and opens my eyelids, struggling to do it - they feel as heavy as concrete.

  “That was amazing,” I tell him, looking into his eyes and smiling.

  “Of course it was,” he replies in a single breath, that devilish cockiness of his making his eyes glint. “I know how to handle a woman… Specially when I care for her,” he says, and I have to blink twice as my brain struggles to process the meaning behind his words. Care for her? Did I really hear him say these three words?

  I look at him, having no idea what to say, and so I just kiss him. But this time our kiss feels… different. I don’t know what it is, but hearing him say that he cares about me somehow changed things. And I mean that in a good way.

  I mean, Madden is wealthier than God (and as handsome as a God) and he could have any woman in the world. And here he is right now, telling me that he cares about me. Could it be just a… just a move? Is he trying to soften me up just so he can fuck me? No, I don’t think so - but still, I have to be careful. Even if he really means it, that doesn’t mean I’ll spread my legs for him. At least in the way he wants me to.

  “Cat got your tongue?” He laughs softly, smiling as he tucks a lock of hair over my ear, his fingertips brushing against my face.

  “Oh, shut up,” I shoot back at him, taking one hand back to his crotch and feeling his still hard cock.

  “What if I don’t want to shut up? Are you going to make me?” He teases me, narrowing his eyes into slits. He’s trying to make me lose control, I know it… And, hell, it’s working. My pussy is burning from the inside out, and I need something more than to just have his fingers on me.

  “Yes, I’ll make you,” I find myself saying, a wicked thought popping into my mind. Using my lower legs as leverage against the leather seat, I lift my hips up and then stand up over Madden, my feet on either side of his legs. He looks up at me, placing his hands on my knee and sliding them up to my thighs; grinning wildly, he grabs the fabric from my thong that laces my outer thighs and starts pulling it down my legs. I hold my breath as I feel the fabric sliding down my skin, and then I raise one foot at a time, kicking off my thong to the floor of the limo.

  Never taking my eyes off his, I take my hands to my shoulders and, doing it as slowly as I can, I push the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, revealing the outer edge of my bra, and I smile as I see Madden’s eyes widening with anticipation. He’s enjoying my impromptu strip, no doubt about it.

  “Enjoying the view?” I ask him with a purr, tugging on my dress and sending it down to my waist, my nipples becoming so hard against the inside of the bra that they might cut through the fabric.

  “I always enjoy the view whenever my eyes are on you,” he tells me without thinking twice about his answer, and I can’t help but offer him a pleased smile. Now that the’s kind of answer a woman likes to hear, Madden, I think to myself as I take my hands behind my back and free the clasp of my bra. Moving my shoulders up and down teasingly, I let the straps slide down my arms and place both my hands over my breasts, grabbing the cups and stopping them from falling off my body.

  Then, easing the pressure off my fingers, I start uncovering my breasts slowly. When my rosy nipples finally come into sight, the expression in Madden’s face becomes a priceless one. His eyes are wide with desire, and his parted lips give him the look of a man with a single-track mind. Right now, I can tell you that there’s not a single thought inside his eyes - he’s just enjoying the moment, living in the present tense.

  Jesus, I don’t know what it is about Madden and Tristan, but sex with them (even though we never really did it) is akin to something transcendental. It just goes beyond the physical realm, forcing us to float up into some higher dimension where everything makes sense.

  And, right now, what makes sense is being as wicked as I can possibly be.

  Allowing the bra to fall from my breasts, I then sway my hips from side to side and let my dress fall down my legs. I kick it off to the side and now, completely naked (well, aside from my high heels), I offer Madden a devilish grin.

  “You said you wanted my pussy didn’t you?” I ask him, my heart feeling like a war drum inside my chest.

  “I did.”

  “You said you needed it.”

  “I did,” he repeats, his words growing heavier each time he says them.

  “Then here it is,” I whisper, moving fast and raising one leg. I place my heel against the seat, next to his face, and then tangle my fingers in his hair and yank on it, pulling him toward me as I move my hips forward.

  Allowing me to take control, he just takes his hands to my ass cheeks and opens his mouth wide, crushing it against my wet pussy without wasting a single second. I throw my head back and let a moan explode in my mouth, Madden’s tongue pushing its way past my inner lips and jabbing at my insides. More than kissing or sucking, he eats me out with an urgent need, doing it like a man that has just found the most marvelous thing in the whole universe.

  “Oh, Madden,” I sigh, moving my hips and rubbing my pussy against his face, the tip of his nose brushing against my clit. He still has his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh and keeping me in place. “I… I… Oh, God, I love it,” I moan, yanking on his hair so hard that I’m surprised I didn’t tear any out off his scalp.

  He doesn’t respond back - after all, his mouth is pretty busy right now - but I can almost feel that his answer would be ‘of course you love it.’

  Gritting my teeth, I keep on thrusting against his face; still grabbing my ass, he spreads my cheeks wide and caresses my crack with one finger. He runs it up and down, always slowing down when he goes over my hole, and my mind starts boiling as I anticipate what his next move is going to be.

  Now holding his hand still, he presses his index finger against my ass hole and, slow and carefully, he starts sliding it in. I hold my breath as he does it, my whole body tensing up so much that my muscles feel as if they’re about to pop like a balloon.

  Sliding his finger in and out of my ass, a gentle rhythm to it, he then takes his other hand to my pussy and presses down on my clit. He strokes it at the pace with which he’s fingering me, and even his tongue seems to slow down so that all of him is in perfect sync.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this right now. I’m sharing a limo with a billionaire, a man that could have any woman he wanted, and he’s perfectly content with not fucking me. Even though he’s dying to have his cock inside my pussy, he isn’t pushing the subject - he has understood the limitations I’ve set, and he refuses to push past these limitations. As cocky and arrogant as he might seem sometimes, there’s more to Madden than meets the eye.

  “I think I’m gonna -- Oh God!” I cry out, an high voltage current running through my body, charging me up like a battery. Inside my skull, there’s a storm raging, and it’s scattering all of my sanity and throwing it against the walls inside my head. I feel a ball of fire growing in the pit of my stomach, and then that ball simply explodes like a supernova, its flaming arms spreading all over my body.

  “OH GOD!” I shout, my throat suddenly feeling raw from the effort. “SO GOOD!” I continue, my muscles now going from tense to succumbing to a string of spasms.

  I remain like that for God knows how long, the orgasm completely destroying my perception of time, and then I just collapse on top of Madden as the flames of ecstasy finally die out inside of me.

  Rolling to the si
de, I lay down on the seat, my head against the handle of the door; I keep my eyes closed as I take long, deep breaths, my lungs feeling as if they’re on ice and fire at the same time.

  “That was fucking amazing,” I hear Madden say, and I open my eyes to look at him. He’s still sitting, his mouth and chin glistening from my fluids, and there’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite understand. Is it… pleasure? But he was the one pleasuring me. “I could keep going forever,” he continues, never blinking as his eyes roam over my naked body.

  I smile, finally realizing that, even though he was pleasuring me, he was pleasuring himself at the same time. No, he wasn’t stroking himself, take your mind out of the gutter. What I mean is that he drew his own pleasure from mine. And that… Well, that’s something I didn’t really think would happen. Specially with a man like Madden, used to having women throwing themselves at his feet.

  “You were amazing…” I whisper as I sit up on the seat, turning to him and placing one hand on his face, my eyes still on his.

  “I know,” he laughs softly, placing one hand on my waist and pulling me into him, his lips coming for mine. I close my eyes and let him kiss me, the softness of his touch making my skin prickle.

  I press my forehead against his and, taking one deep breath, I run one hand from his knee to his crotch. I curl my fingers around his cock, grabbing it through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Without even thinking of what I’m doing, I stroke his cock through his underwear; of course, that isn’t enough - for the both of us.

  Moving in a hurry, I squeeze his cock, feeling it like a shoe salesman. My movements are crazy and erratic, but I don’t care - right now, I just need to see and feel his cock. And so I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs at the same time and pull them down; he raises his body a few inches from the seat, allowing me to push his underwear down to his knees, and then sits back. His cock springs free fast, pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I hear a whisper inside my mind: let him do it, let him fuck you. You know you want it, Megan.