12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(187)

I have to close my eyes as thick strands of cum fly to my face, hitting me in a never-ending cascade. It goes on forever and, when I open my eyes, I look down my body and can’t help but smile as I see my chest completely covered in cum.

My mouth is open wide, tongue sticking out as I point Diesel’s cock straight at me. I keep still as he fills my mouth to the brim, his white cum completely coating my tongue. Finally, when he has nothing more inside of him, I let go of his cock. He reaches for me immediately, his hands going to my breasts, his fingers spreading his own cum all over me.

As he grabs my breasts, I can’t take my eyes his mouth: I lean into him and, parting my lips slightly, I wrap them around his tongue and push the cum I have in my mouth into his. I let the cum slide from one mouth to the other, the scent and flavor of it inundating me. As I pull back from our kiss, Diesel scoops up the semen on my breasts with two of his fingers and slides them inside my mouth; unconscious desire guiding me, I suck his fingers dry, swallowing all the cum inside my mouth.

I lick my lips then, cleaning them off of every last drop of cum and, as I do it, Diesel starts licking my chest, scooping all the cum there. With a grin on my lips, I take my fingers to his head and tangle my fingers in his hair. He keeps going until there’s nothing else on my skin, both our mouths now completely filled with cum; then we lean into one another, kissing wildly and swapping all the fluids we’ve scooped up.

You know what? Even if Diesel wasn’t the bad boy he turned out to be, I think in the end everything would work out. You know why? Because this feels fucking amazing. And I’m not talking only about the sex. No, I mean the whole package.

“I love you, I really do,” I say, grabbing his hand and squeezing lightly, my heart fluttering inside my chest.

“I love you too,” Diesel says, gently smiling as he into my eyes.

Holding him close to me, there’s one certainty inside my heart: no matter what happens, no matter what the world throws at us… We are one, now, and forever. And nothing will ever change that.





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Epilogue




“Diesel, I really need to know where we’re going, babe,” I say out loud as Diesel turns around.

He smirks at me and for an instant a part of me wants to slap him. But the other part of me wants to kiss him. Pull him close and into me and rub myself against him. Lay down on the bed of the van and spread my legs for him.

It’s been two months since Diesel rescued me from Kim’s party in the Hamptons.

I wouldn’t mind that. I mean he would totally be the winner though from the whole smirking thing, but I doubt I would very much care at that point.

But then again, this whole thing is kinda sorta my fault.

I mean I was the one who kept bugging him.

“Diesel, when are you gonna take me somewhere dangerous?” I asked him over and over.

Of course, Diesel just rolled his eyes at me and asked me, “Why do you want to go somewhere dangerous? Aren’t I enough for you?”

Of course he was. And to be quite honest, I really didn’t want to go anywhere that dangerous. Most of this was me joking around and still trying to tease my silver spooned heir to the billion dollar empire who used to have an outlaw youth.

“Besides, how do you know once I took you somewhere dangerous that you’d be able to handle it?” he asked me.

“Easy,” I replied back. “You’d protect me.”

And here is where Diesel would take me in his arms and we’d kiss. It would be syrupy and sweet.

And no matter what friend I was around, they would all make a face and roll their eyes.

“Do you guys wanna get a room?” Kendall would ask if we were sitting at the same table. “I’m seriously debating about barfing here or waiting till I get home.”

“Don’t judge, babe, I used to be just like you,” is my standard response. Kendall would just roll her eyes and mutter to herself.

I mean, I really can’t blame her. She works in event planning so she deals with all sorts of people I’m sure. That kinda pressure cooker is enough to make anyone get a thick skin.

But despite the thick skin, Kendall is still really sweet.

I could go on and on about her, but don’t worry - you’ll get plenty of time with her. Right now is all about me, remember?

And it better be, because a part of me is starting to worry.

“Diesel,” I say looking at him and feeling my heart thump a bit. “Where exactly are we going?”

He just shrugs and says, “Somewhere dangerous.”

It’s my own fault. I kept needling him. I kept pressuring him. I couldn’t have left well enough alone. I couldn’t be happy with dinner at Per Se and drinks at Top of the Rock. I wanted more than just weekends at Fire Island and Sunday afternoons at the Boardy Barn.