12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(35)

“Beg,” I purr, narrowing my eyes mischievously.

“No fucking way,” he shoots back, taking one hand to my hair and yanking on it. Momentarily distracting me, he uses my surprise to thrust hard, and this time there’s no stopping him: his cock parts my drenched folds and, in a heartbeat, slides deep inside of me. All I can do is scream at the top of my lungs while his thickness stretches me wide.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, and that’s when he starts to pound me. Thrusting upward, he pistons into me like a machine, his shaft destroying my insides as it flies in and out of me. Only when that burning sensation in my pussy starts to fade away do I try to move; I lean into him and, placing my hands on his chest, I start to rock my hips. In a matter of seconds, I’m jumping up and down on his cock as he thrusts, both our rhythms finally in sync.

Smiling, I throw my head back, and then I see Mistress Strokes from the corner of my eyes. She’s kneeling by our side, staring at us as if she’s hypnotized, her cheeks flushed as her nipples grow even harder than before.

“You can have some fun too,” I tell her, placing one arm around her neck and pulling her into me. I crush my mouth against hers, and then slide my hand down the side of her body, only stopping when I find the hemline of her dress. Moving my fingers up her leg and under the fabric, I go straight for the wet spot between her thighs. I flatten the palm of my hand against her pussy, pressing hard, and then flick her panties to the side. The moment I feel her wetness against my skin, I waste no time: I turn my wrist around and push one finger past her inner lips, curling it upward until I find that sweet spot.#p#分页标题#e#

I don’t know how I’m doing it, but I manage to keep on riding Aidan and finger Mistress Strokes at the same time. To be honest, I’m not even thinking about what I’m doing; I’m just doing it, my body acting on its own. I guess that when you shut down that inner turmoil inside of your head, you can accomplish a lot more. Aidan was right; I needed to learn how to stop thinking. That was my biggest sin, both as a writer and as a woman: the constant turning of gears inside my head.

Feeling wild and out of control, I slide my fingers out of Mistress Strokes’ pussy and grab at her dress, pushing it down her legs violently. Then I go straight for her thong, hooking my fingers on it and pushing it against her outer thigh; I yank on it, tearing the fabric with a satisfying ripping sound, and then place my hand on her pussy again.

This time, though, I can’t do more than just press my hand against her wetness. Aidan’s thrusts have grown wild, and I feel pleasure looming on the horizon, its vast shadow cast over my mind and completely overpowering me.

“I’m going to--” I start to say, feeling my inner walls closing in around Aidan’s shaft, but I never get to finish my sentence. The last word is replaced by an animalist scream, my voice wild and lustful. I take my hand out of Mistress Strokes’ pussy, and just bend over Aidan, digging my fingernails into his hard pectorals, hard enough to draw blood. I rake at his body as pleasure surges through me, a violent wave of ecstasy hitting me in full force.

Leaning further in, I press my forehead against Aidan’s chest, my hair falling over my face and covering it. I remain like that, breathing hard, and only move when that pleasant numbness starts fading away from both my mind and muscles.

“More,” I whisper against Aidan’s body. “More,” I repeat, using the hands I have on his chest to push myself up. “I want more.” Without even waiting for his reply, I stand up, but just for the amount of time necessary to turn around; I sit down again, this time my back turned to him, and grab his cock again.

Closing my eyes, I point his cock straight at my pussy and then ease down, exhaling sharply as I feel his long member sliding inside of me once more. I sway my hips back and forth, my body flowing from movement to movement, and a string of moans falls from my open mouth.

“You two are really something else,” I hear a feminine voice say, and I open my eyes just in time to see Mistress Strokes going down on her knees right in front of me. Before I even have the time to react, she kisses me and places her fingers on my clit, stroking it while I move back and forth over Aidan’s cock.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I breathe out, biting on my lower lip as that electric feeling creeps back into my muscles, making them tense up.

“No, this is good,” Mistress Strokes whispers, a devious look on her face. She brushes her lips against my neck, and then slides them down to my breasts. Her lips go over my right nipple without stopping, and then she lies down on the floor, right between Aidan’s legs. I hold my breath as I realize what she’s going to do, and then a moan explodes in my mouth as she wraps her lips around my clit, sucking while she presses on it with her tongue.