12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(34)

My arms grow weak, and I go from my hands to my elbows, breathing so hard that my lungs feel like balloons stretched to their limit. When Mistress Strokes finally takes her mouth from my pussy, I just collapse, sprawling my limbs on the cold floor and looking up at the ceiling.

“That was amazing,” I say, turning my head so that I’m looking straight at Mistress Strokes. She offers me a kind smile, my fluids dripping down her chin and making her skin glisten, and then leans into me. My eyelids droop by instinct and, a fraction of a second after that, her mouth is pressed against mine. I kiss her savagely, pushing my tongue past her lips and savoring my own pussy.

Propping myself on one elbow, I sit up and run one hand through her hair, looking into her and returning her smile. Without even knowing why I’m doing it, I grab the straps of her small dress and push them down her shoulders, the contour of her lace bra showing.

She gasps as I do it, but I don’t give her any time for a reply. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me, and unhook the clasp of her bra. Taking it off, I then cup her breasts, feeling their curves under the palm of my hand. Her nipples are hard and warm, and I realize, somewhat comically, that this is the first time I’m touching someone else’s nipples. I guess I can do more than just touch them, right?

Smiling, I brush my lips against Mistress Strokes’, and then I lean in, resting my mouth on the valley between her breasts. I run my tongue up the hill of her right breast and, after circling her hard nipple with the wet tip of my tongue, I wrap my lips around it and suck hard. She moans, the sound of her voice making me even wetter; needing to feel Aidan’s body as well, I use my free hand to reach for him and grab his cock. Stroking him while I suck Mistress Strokes’ tits, I close my eyes and let my rational mind go to sleep. Right now, lust and desire have the steering wheel.

“That’s good,” Mistress Strokes whispers against my ear, and then slides one hand around my waist and presses two fingers on my clit. She rubs on it, and that just makes me suck on her harder, her nipple squeezed so tight between my lips I’m actually surprised she isn’t complaining from the pain; instead, she seems to thrive on it.

Her fingers finally ease up the pressure on my clit, and she slides them down to my pussy lips. Probing me with her index finger, she then flicks her wrist fast and hard, and slides two of her fingers deep inside of me. I let go of her nipple, a loud moan bubbling up to my lips as her fingertips find my G-spot and press hard against it.#p#分页标题#e#

“Fuck, you girls are really going all out,” I hear Aidan say, but his voice comes at me as if he’s on a whole different dimension. “I can be a part of it too, you know?” he whispers, and then slides one hand of his down to my pussy. Just like Mistress Strokes was doing before, he presses his fingers right above my clit and starts caressing it, moving his wrist in a precise circular motion.

I throw my head back, feeling my hair cascading down my back and shoulders, and let my moaning turn into full blown screaming as both Aidan and Mistress Strokes give me their all. She’s fingering me as fast as she can, her fingers sliding in and out of me at a vicious pace, and Aidan matches her relentless rhythm on my clit.

“Don’t… stop…” I beg them, using up all of my will power just to get these two words out.

“You don’t need to ask,” Aidan says, pressing so hard on my clit that it feels like a bomb has gone off inside my body. Gritting my teeth and hissing like a madwoman, I feel my inner walls tightening around Mistress Strokes’ fingers; feeling me on the verge of exploding, she slides her two fingers as deep inside of me as she can and just holds them against my G-spot.

“OH GOD!” I shout out loud, succumbing to the wildfire spreading from my pussy to my brain, and from there to … everywhere. It feels like there are wasps crawling under my skin, the sharp stabs of pleasure inundating my brain.

Slowly, Mistress Strokes slides her fingers out of me, and Aidan does the same. I sit down on the floor, breathing hard, and only open my eyes when I’m certain I won’t pass out.

“Giving up already?” Aidan asks me, and these words of his are all it takes for me to find some hidden reserve of energy. Opening my eyes, I turn to him with a grin (or perhaps with a snarl) and place my hands on his naked chest; using all of my strength, I push on him, forcing him to lie down on the floor.

The moment his back touches the floor, I strike like a hungry predator: I climb on top of his body, grabbing his cock with one hand, and straddle him. My eyes never leave his as I place the tip of his cock against my pussy, and then brush it up and down the length of my wetness. I feel him trying to thrust, but this time I don’t surrender easily; no, I keep on teasing him until he’s almost growling, both his hands on my ass and trying to push me down.