12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(17)

“Go on,” he says, and I finally reach for his cock with both of my hands, curling my fingers around his shaft. Without even blinking, I start moving my hands up and down, stroking him. I peel one hand off his shaft, and I take it down to his balls, cupping them and feeling their weight against the palm of my hand. Even his balls are huge, almost the size of tennis balls—and heavier. It seems that everything in Aidan is plus sized.

Anxiety spreads its wings inside of me, but I just push it off to the back of my mind and start leaning in. I part my lips right before I touch the tip of his cock and, using only the tip of my tongue, I touch him and let his raw flavor inundate me at once. Delicious? That doesn’t even begin to describe it. He tastes like power and dominance, the salty flavor of a rare breed of men. I write my male characters as idealized versions of men, but Aidan makes even fictional characters pale in comparison.#p#分页标题#e#

“Delicious,” I purr at him, looking up. He smiles, tangling his fingers in my hair, and I open my mouth and go down. Wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, I close my eyes and let his raw flavor blanket my mind. Without even thinking if it’s possible or not, I start rolling my lips down his shaft, pushing myself to go deeper than I’ve ever gone before.

I stop when I feel its tip pressed against the back of my throat, but Aidan doesn't’ allow me to go back. With his hands on my head, he holds me in place, and I have no other option but to push through. I go as deep as I can, this time only stopping when I feel my lips touching the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I open my eyes, surprised that I somehow managed to fit his whole cock inside of my mouth. Seriously, this is a miracle.

“Good girl,” he says in an amused tone, “seems like you know what you’re doing.” He eases the pressure of his fingers on my head, and I slide his cock out of my mouth, taking a deep breath and realizing that my jaw is burning from the effort.

Grinning wildly, I grab his cock and angle it down, pointing it straight at my mouth. I lunge at him, opening my mouth as much as I can and allowing his cock to roll over my tongue. Wasting no time, I start to bob my head back and forth as fast I can, my lips on his shaft making a maddening wet sound.

My hand is still wrapped around his cock, so I’m stroking him while sucking, my hand and mouth working in unison. He still has his fingers tangled in my hair, but he’s only feeling the sway of my head and not dictating the pace; I guess that means he’s actually enjoying it. I do know what I’m doing, but with a man like Aidan you gotta wonder… He’s probably been with so many women that only the best satisfies him. He’s a connoisseur of women.

“I love your tight mouth,” he groans, derailing my train of thought. “I can’t wait to see how tight your pussy is too.”

“Then why don’t you take it?” I ask him, taking his cock out of my mouth and looking up at him with a lewd grin. Without saying a word, he curls his fingers around my wrist and pulls me up to my feet. Moving fast, he grabs the bunched up dress around my waist and pushes it down my legs. I’m almost about to bend over to take my high heels off when he stops me.

“No, these stay on,” he says, and then pushes me back until my ass is against his couch. Hooking his fingers on my hips, he makes me turn around and I grab at the edge of the couch to support myself, thrusting my ass back at him by instinct.

I feel his cock right between my ass cheeks again, but this time there’s just my thong between us, and I have a feeling that my thong is about to come off as well. Breathing in, I start moving my hips up and down and from side to side, grinding against Aidan’s cock in complete abandonment. His thickness pulses against my flesh harshly, and I tremble as I imagine it sliding past my soaked folds, stretching me wide enough to break me in half.

“I want you…” I whisper, the words coming out of my mouth in a torrent, a thick layer of lust covering them.

“Say it then,” he replies in a single breath. “What do you want me for, Abby? Say it.”

“I… I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, and just saying it makes me even wetter. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I continue, and it sounds like a confession. Since the first time I laid eyes on him that I wanted to see how hard he could fuck me. I guess I’m about to find out.

“That’s good, because I also want to fuck you as hard as I can,” he shoots back, grabbing at the string of fabric lacing my waist, and tugging my thong down my legs. I bite my lips as I feel the fabric sliding out from between my ass cheeks, and I suddenly feel naked and exposed—and, screw it, it feels amazing.#p#分页标题#e#