24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  “You’re everything, Ethan,” I tell him, a wide smile on my face. I’ve made it through… And with him by my side. When everything seemed lost, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and that light was Ethan. Whatever happens in the future, I know this: I’ll never stop loving this man. Never.

  “Am I?” he asks with a mocking grin on his lips. Then, his expression turns serious. “I know, Brittney. But you’re my everything as well… And from now on, we are one.”

  “One,” I repeat after him, the sound of it like honey on my throat. “Forever.”

  Smiling, he pulls the tie around his neck, and instead of simply letting it fall on the floor, he brings it up to my face. He lays it across my eyes, tying it on the back of my neck, and darkness swallows me.

  “For all eternity,” he says. With that, he leans into me and I feel his lips brushing against mine, his tongue sliding inside of my mouth and dancing around my own. Blind, I rest my fingers on his chest and feel my way to his collar; there, I start unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest. While I undress him, he places his two hands on my hips and pushes me back until my knees meet the edge of the bed. He pushes me down and I fall on top of the mattress, untucking his shirt as I go down.

  I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he climbs on top of the bed, and then he’s on top of me, kissing me again. I push his shirt down his arms, and then run my fingertips up and down his back; I feel the ropes of muscles in his back, moving as he kisses me, and my heart starts to drum a wild song of lust and decadence.

  “I want you,” I find myself saying, sliding my hand down his stomach and finding the way to his belt. Unbuckling it, I pull it out of its loops with a sudden movement and flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch; his thick cock pulses against my fingers immediately, straining against the fabric of his pants without enough strength to rip its way out. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I lace his waist with my legs, and start to stroke him over his pants. My fingers are curled tight—perhaps too much—around his shaft, and I stroke him viciously.

  Moving like a tiger, he grabs my wrist and takes my hand off of his cock. Pinning both my hands against the mattress, he presses his body on top of mine, my dress hiking up to my waist. I thrust against him, pressing my drenched pussy against his cock, and start to sway my hips. Grinding, I feel his shaft pulsing with desire, and I wish I could simply will my clothes away.

  Luckily, it’s as if he can read my thoughts. With his mouth resting against my neck, he kisses my skin while, using only one hand, he pulls the straps of my dress down. The fabric droops over my arms, and slightly easing the pressure of his body on mine, he yanks on my dress as hard as he can. I hear a ripping sound, and then I feel the fabric sliding almost too easily over my skin. He goes to his knees, still between my legs, and tears the dress off of me, ripping it off as if he was a savage.

  In a fraction of a second, my heart starts to kick and punch against my ribcage, and I can’t help but undo the clasp on my bra hurriedly. I pull it out and throw it somewhere far off, the cool air of the room lapping at my hard nipples.

  I half-expect him to simply lie down on top of me and go straight for my tits, but that’s not what he does. He remains kneeling between my legs, and then brushes one fingertip against my thong. I shiver as he traces the contour of my underwear, and then his finger starts a hike over my stomach. He goes all the way up to between my tits and then, after a moment’s hesitation, he lets his finger go up the hill of my right breast. Circling my nipple, he never actually touches it, preferring to make me go completely mad before he really does anything.

  What he doesn’t know is that I’m already mad and desperate for him. As such, I grab both his hands and force him to press them against my tits. Exhaling sharply, that’s exactly what he does, squeezing my mounds eagerly and then pinching both my nipples at the same time. He pinches them until a loud moan leaves my lips, and then he does it even harder; reacting by instinct, I grab his wrists, but I don’t stop him. I lay here, panting and moaning while pain and pleasure poke holes in my brain, the madness that fills my mind turning into pure insanity. I’m unhinged, through and through.

  “Fuck me,” I blurt out, and I can almost feel a grin dawning on his face.

  “You have to be a little more patient than that, Britt,” he chuckles, finally letting go of my nipples. I sigh loudly, and then he presses his mouth right between my tits. He lays gentle kisses on the curves of my breasts, and then finally wraps his lips around my right nipple. He nibbles at it with his teeth, gently, and circles it with his tongue. The more he kisses and sucks, the more I feel that familiar electric buzz crackling under my skin.

  Sucking on one nipple and caressing the other with his fingers, he drives me to pleasure’s cliff and throws me off of it. Like a whip, pleasure snaps at my mind and I simply explode. Arching my back, I let out one loud scream and it echoes in the room, bouncing off the walls and coming back to haunt me. My body is boiling, and my brain is melting away.

  Riding the wave, he slides his lips down my stomach, and with both hands, yanks on my thong. He pulls it against my outer thigh, and with one strong movement, rips it off of me. The outer string buries itself in my flesh and then, as if it were never there, it simply slides off.

  Now that I’m completely naked and ready to be served, Ethan places his hands on my inner thighs and forces me to spread my legs. I open them as wide as I can, and he starts to kiss the skin around my pussy; as he pulls back, my hands go straight to his hair and I try to make him dive into me. He resists at first, only allowing the tip of his tongue to part my drenched folds, but then he goes for it with a renewed spirit. Fitting his mouth against my pussy, he starts to suck on my inner lips, taking my fluids into his mouth; without wasting any time, he places two fingers against my clit and starts to rub me there at the same time.

  Tangling my fingers in his hair, I push him against my pussy as fiercely as I can, and I sway my hips from side to side. He devours me like a man who hasn’t seen a woman for decades, and his eagerness almost makes my mind explode.

  “You’re so fucking delicious,” he says as he comes up for air, but then dives into me again. This time, his mouth and fingers trade places: he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking on it, and slides his two fingers inside of my pussy. He curls them upward in a hook motion and pushes them into me harshly, only stopping when his fingertips are pressed tight against my G-spot.

  “And… I’m… All… Yours…” I manage to say, not knowing if I should be breathing or speaking. Raising my legs, I lace them behind his neck and hold him in place, thrusting against his face as he sucks and fingers me. I can already hear the sound of an incoming storm, and I’m more than ready for it; since Ethan started fucking me, my stamina has improved tremendously. And, let me tell you, I was already a high-energy girl. But now… Now I’m a goddess. And I’m a goddess that’s about to come. “Oh, fuck,” is all that I can say, fireworks going off behind my eyelids without any warning whatsoever.

  My legs start to shake, and I have to take them out from behind his neck. Letting go of his hair as well, I start to grab at the sheets, bunching them as lightning and thunder consume me. We’re just starting, and I’ve already came twice; I like where this is going. Oh, if I get this treatment every single day for the rest of my life, I’m going to be the happiest woman on Earth.

  “I want to taste you,” I tell him, propping myself up on my elbows as he goes up to his feet. I can’t see him, but over the fabric of his tie, I can see the contour of his figure moving. I hear him take off his shoes, and then I hear the rustle of fabric as he drops down his pants and boxer briefs. I sit down on the bed, ready to take him in my mouth, but he sits down next to me.

  “But I want to keep eating you out as well…” he says with a devilish tone. “How are we going to solve this?” Turning to him, I smile and place both of my hands on his chest. I push him down to the mattress, and as he lies down, I climb on top of him with my ass
turned to his face. I slide my hips upward, and then only stop when he places his hands on my ass cheeks, guiding my movement. He reaches for me, and the moment his mouth touches my pussy, I can’t help but thrust back. I sit up on his face, and instinct guiding every single one of my movements, I start to sway my hips as he eats me out. I’m grabbing my tits at the same time, squeezing them hard, as all of my nerve endings seem ready to burst. But this can get better… And it will.

  Still with my pussy on his face, I lean forward and slide my hands down his stomach. When I find his thick shaft, I curl my fingers around it and angle it toward me; slowly parting my lips, I go down until my tongue meets his glans, and then I make it dance in fast moving circles. I can taste his raw saltiness on the tip of his cock, his veins pulsing against my fingers… and I can’t help myself.

  Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I let his shaft slide inside of me, and I start bobbing my head up and down at a frantic pace. I do it hard and merciless, his tip hitting the back of my throat over and over again. Matching the rhythm of my mouth with my hand, I suck and stroke as if I were a woman possessed. Which I am: I’m a woman possessed by lust and love, and that’s exactly the way I like it.

  As I suck on him, he keeps licking my pussy and spreading my ass cheeks wide. Finally, I succumb to the urge to see him; with one hand, I loosen the tie and pull it off in one single stroke. I blink twice, my eyes adjusting to the light in the room, and then I look down; his thick shaft is still between my lips, and seeing right in front of my eyes makes me go even harder.

  While I suck on him, he starts to brush one finger along the length of my crack, and I tremble every time I feel him close to my hole. When he presses down on it, I have to pull his cock out; a loud moan explodes in my mouth, and at the same time, he pushes his finger inside my ass. As he slowly feeds it into me, I start to stroke him with erratic movements, my hand moving as if it has a life of its own. I go like that until my wrist starts to hurt and then, finally succumbing to the pressure mounting in my pussy, I let go of his cock and sit up again.

  Grabbing at my tits, I throw my head back and let my hair cascade down my shoulders as I start to ride his face. I move my hips back and forth, and then from side to side, and he starts to finger my pussy at an almost too violent rhythm.

  “Don’t--” I start to say, but the words die in my throat as a convulsion takes over my body. High voltage runs up my spine, and my muscles start to twitch as if the brain-body connection had been severed. “Oh, God… It’s so… It’s so… GOOD!” I scream out, clenching my ass cheeks as he pushes his finger deep into me. I stay like that, sitting on his face, until the final waves of my orgasm finally wash over me.

  Not wanting to lose moment, I crawl down his body, and when my knees are lined with his thighs, I grab his cock and angle it upwards. Raising my hips, I start to brush his glans against my wetness, and then I ease myself down. I do it in one sudden movement, allowing him to pierce me with enough strength to break me in half. His thickness stretches me wide, and I wonder how many times will it take for my tightness to be permanently ruined; I mean, we’re going to be fucking every single day from now on, and his cock is simply massive. Not that it matters anyway: when we’re talking about a cock this big, I guess that any pussy is tight enough.

  I lean forward, and grabbing his ankles, I start to sway my hips. His cock slides easily and I start to rock my body as hard as I can. There’s an ebb and flow to the way I move, but my movements are all being guided by my unconscious mind. If you ask me my name right now, I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to respond.

  When I finally feel ready for more, I lift my knees, and placing my feet on the mattress, squat down over his cock. I go down on his shaft, and it goes deeper than before, his tip pressed tight against my G-spot. I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits and I start to jump up and down, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs as I move.

  I ride him fast, and I ride him hard. I do it until there’s no more strength left in my legs, and then I keep riding him some more. Even if my heart stopped beating and my lungs collapsed, I doubt that it would stop me from fucking him. Yes, it’s this good. But you already know that, don’t you? You’ve been here all along, by my side… I appreciate it, but don’t think that I’m going to share Ethan out of sympathy for you. I have a big heart, but it’s not that big—sorry.

  I slow down just a bit, but Ethan keeps the rhythm up by thrusting. I have to stop and allow him to take the lead; he hooks his fingers on my thighs, and,pushing me down, he starts to thrust like a madman.

  “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he says, and I can’t tell if he’s talking to me or to himself. Either way, his words tickle my brain, and I let the satisfaction wash over me as my pussy starts to tighten around his cock.

  “I don’t want you to get enough of me,” I manage to say, struggling to get the words out as his cock pistons into me, setting fire to my sides. I grit my teeth, hard enough to shatter them, and hiss through them like a snake; then, unable to control myself, I go back down to my knees and scream so hard that I risk ruining my vocal chords.

  Even though I’m already coming, Ethan doesn’t slow down; if anything, he goes even faster. Each thrust of his intensifies my orgasm, and before I even know what’s happening, I feel it building up all over again. Instead of fading away as quickly as it came, ecstasy rises and falls in me, maintaining a constant presence as tiny fast spasms make my muscles twitch. I come for the second time in a row, and it’s almost too good to be true. If I died right now, I’d die as a happy woman. I mean, I’m sharing a bed with the most perfect man on Earth… And did I mention that he loves me? Yeah, I probably sound like I’m head over heels right now, but that’s only because I really am. I don’t care if I sound like a naive teenager; this is my moment, and I’ve earned it. And you can rest assured that I’m going to enjoy it.

  Rolling to the side, I sprawl myself on the mattress, breathing so hard that I don’t even know how my lungs are still working. I’m so spent that I can’t even open my eyes right now. Still, my heart keeps beating that relentless song of lust and desire, and I know that we’re far from being done.

  “Come here,” I purr, going on all fours and swaying my ass. Grinning, he goes up to his knees and places himself behind me, his hands going straight to my hips. With one single stroke, he places his glans against my pussy and slides it inside me at once. This time I don’t moan or scream, I simply let it happen.

  Slapping his thighs against my ass cheeks, he fucks me savagely. He doesn’t build up the rhythm; he simply goes hard right from the start. His cock is moving so fast that I can’t even tell when it’s going in or when it’s going out, and really, who cares? All that matters is that his shaft is deep inside of me, pushing against my inner walls and ravaging me.

  “This… Every day…” he groans between thrusts, slapping my ass with the back of his hand. “Can you handle it?”

  “Can you handle it? I’m insatiable…”

  “Then we’re a match,” he tells me, and without warning, pushes his thumb against my asshole and slides it in. I moan immediately, my whole body tensing up as a nocked arrow. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m about to come again. When I met Ethan, I was already an experienced woman (okay, I was more than just experienced), but this is almost too much, even for me.

  Two more hard thrusts and I’m coming again; I collapse on top of the mattress, but Ethan follows, pressing his body on top of mine. I bite at the sheets, bunching them up with my fingers while I flail my arms. I’m completely out of control, and it feels amazing. While my brain is frying, Ethan keeps on thrusting, pressing the tip of his cock against my G-spot and rubbing it there. With precise movements, he stops my orgasm from simply fading away, and keeps fanning the flames of pleasure inside of me.

  While he pounds me furiously, I feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Supporting myself with only one hand, I take the other one and place it between my thighs, two fingers tightly pressed on my clit
. As my body rocks back and forth, my hair plastered to my forehead and cheeks, I feel something boiling inside of me. Something… different.

  “That’s it, babe, don’t stop now,” he tells me, and I can’t help but obey. With my fingers working in tandem with Ethan’s cock, I finally explode.

  “OH GOD, OH GOD!” I scream, raw ecstasy going through me. Harsh spasms take over my pussy, and as it grips his cock like a vice, I start to squirt. “OH FUCK!” I continue to scream, my own fluids dripping down my legs and onto the sheets. Consulting and only semi-conscious, I collapse on top of the mattress, breathing hard as the final waves of pleasure crash against me.

  Ethan followed after me, keeping his cock inside my pussy as I went down. Only now that I’m finally spent, does he pull his cock out of me, and he stands up on the bed. Knowing what I have to do, I roll to the side and go up to my knees, opening my mouth as he strokes himself. I look at the movement of his hand on his cock as if I were in a trance, and when he starts to cum, he catches me with my guard down.

  A thick strand of cum slaps me across the face, and then he starts to gush a fountain of cum all over me. While he paints me in white, I stick my tongue out and let him fill up my mouth, which he does in just two seconds. When it’s brimming, I simply swallow down and open it back up, allowing him to give me another dose of his salty seed.

  While he shoots his load all over, I rub my hands over my tits and start to spread his cum over my skin, looking at him with a devilish cum-coated grin on my face. Once his spasms finally subside, his knees buckle and he goes down, kneeling right in front of me. Returning my devil’s grin, he leans into me and presses his mouth against mine; his tongue takes my mouth by assault, and stealing it from me, he scoops up his own cum. When he finally pulls back from our kiss, his grin is even wider than before, and he swallows.