12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(32)

“Is this really happening?” I ask to no one in particular, my voice thick and quivering.

“This is real. Very real,” Aidan assures me, his voice caressing my eardrums and blanketing my mind. Opening my eyes, I look into his and smile, allowing the reality of it all to sink in.#p#分页标题#e#

Mistress Strokes goes to her knees by my side, her small fingers resting over my inner thigh. She grabs the zipper on my skirt and, looking up at me, pulls it down. My skin prickles as I feel my skirt becoming looser over my waist, and then she just tugs on it, sending it down to my ankles. I step out of the bunched-up fabric and take a step back, now wearing only my heels and thong.

“And now the rest,” she purrs, running her hands up my legs and grabbing at my thong. Pulling on it, she slides it down my legs and I do the rest, kicking it to a faraway corner of the studio. If this were the old Abby, I’d be embarrassed right now, but I’m an improved version.

I look down at Mistress Strokes and, grinning, I join her on the floor, kneeling by her side. “Come here,” I whisper at Aidan, and he grins back at me and takes one step forward. I reach for his crotch, softly laying the palm of my hand against his hard cock, and then unbuckle his belt; I bite my lower lip as I hear the metallic clink of the buckle as it comes undone, and then I go straight for the zipper. Pulling it down, I don’t even blink as my eyes swallow up the sight of his cock straining against his boxer briefs, its thick shape pulsing with a kind of raw fury.

Mistress Strokes goes for his cock too, and we place our hands over his boxer briefs, feeling his erection throb against us. Moving at the same time, almost as if our minds were one, we hook our fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and pull them down, sending them with his pants to his ankles. His cock springs free at once, pre-cum glistening in its tip.

“It’s… huge,” Mistress Strokes says, and I think this is the first time I actually hear surprise in her voice. I guess that it doesn’t matter how experienced you are; when you see a cock as big as Aidan’s, you have to be in awe.

“It is,” I agree, running my tongue between my lips as Aidan kicks off his shoes, pants, and boxers. He stands naked over us, his muscles gleaming under the bright lights as if he were not a man, but a God. Ropes of muscles travel up and down his body like corded wire, and his abs look (and feel) as if they’re made of pure steel. Add to that his pronounced jaw, easy smile, and smart eyes, and you have a combination no woman will ever forget—and, trust me, I know what I’m talking about.

I grab his cock, my heart thumping faster as I feel its warmness spreading to my fingers. I use both of my hands and, the moment all of my fingers are wrapped tight around his shaft, I start stroking him slowly. At the same time, Mistress Strokes reaches for his balls with one open hand, rolling them around her stretched fingers.

I keep on stroking him while Mistress Strokes massages his balls, and Aidan just stands there with a wide grin on his face, allowing us to please him. Soon, my stroking motion grows fast, and I keep only one hand on his shaft, taking the other to his ass and digging my fingers into his firm cheeks.

Locking eyes with him, I start leaning in. I part my lips, but I stop just before my mouth touches the tip of his cock; I reach for it with my tongue, and I use it to lap at his cock in fast circles.

Following my lead, Mistress Strokes tilts her head sideways and, mimicking me, she uses only the tip of her tongue. She runs it up and down the length of his shaft; almost as if she’s measuring it, and only then does she rests her lips against his cock. I do the same, closing in on him and wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, my cock still running around it fast and hard.

I go down at a steady pace, rolling my lips down his shaft while Mistress Strokes takes hers further down. When her mouth is on his cock’s root, she opens it wide and places it against his balls, sucking one in. Looking at her without blinking, almost as if I’m in a trace, I only realize I’ve gobbled up Aidan’s twelve inches when I hear him groan, the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. I slide his cock out then, stopping when only its tip is inside my mouth.#p#分页标题#e#

“So fucking good,” Aidan groans, placing both his hands on my head as Mistress Strokes takes both his balls inside her mouth with a wet sucking sound. That’s when I start bobbing my head back and forth, closing my eyes and surrendering to instinct. His long inches travel over my tongue fast, going in and out at breakneck speed. He has his hands on my head, his long fingers tangled in my hair, but he isn’t dictating my movements; he’s just feeling the sway of my body, allowing me (and Mistress Strokes) to take charge.