Cocky AF: A Secret Baby Forbidden Romance

by Katie Ford

  “Unnnnh!” came a wail, torso twisting as her boobs trembled, cunt pulsing madly. “Oh god, unnnnh!”

  And that spurred Tyler on. His tongue became a thing of fury, licking madly against her hymen, caressing that vaginal canal.

  “Let go,” he commanded roughly between her legs. “Let go and shower us with that juice.”

  Because it happened. Katie twisted once more in our arms, mindless to anything but the ecstasy pulsing through her cunt. And suddenly, a clear stream of fluid jetted from her vag, hitting Tyler on the chin before he backed off, the waterworks on full display.

  Because Katie is a squirter. Oh yeah, the sweet brunette, despite being innocent, was juiced to the max with the ability to spray. And like a firehose, the clear liquid erupted from her cunt, flying five feet in the air before dropping all over her tits and stomach, splattering on the pure white flesh.

  “Unnnh!” she screamed again, spasms wracking that sweet puss, liquid flying like an automatic sprinkler.

  And Tyler, Mason and I are dirty motherfuckers, the worst of the worst. Because we couldn’t let the fireworks show go untasted. Like hungry dogs, we leaned forward and licked pussy juice off her body, sucking her tits, sampling the goodness that sprang from her cunt.

  “Fuck,” grunted Tyler, getting a mouthful on the underside of her breast. “Fucking delicious.”

  “Filled with vitamins,” rasped Mason, slurping up a pool of juice from her belly button. “Gonna eat it all.”

  And as for me? I’m the dirtiest of them all. Positioning my mouth about a foot over her lower body, I opened wide and tried to catch as much spray directly in my mouth. That’s right, I wanted to taste the female cum fountain, to be doused in the goodness that only a woman can provide.

  “Shit,” I muttered as warm liquid pelted me, mouth wide open like a shark devouring its prey. “Unnh, fuck this is amazing.”

  And that was our first session with the innocent brunette. Because yeah, we sampled Katie’s twat during our buddy’s wedding, watching with wonder as she sprayed her juices everywhere, ravishing the sweet goodness that was all her. Our trip to Bumfuck, Nowhere had suddenly delivered the greatest treasure imaginable. We’d found a virgin who was gonna let us sample her three-on-one style, three hot rods and one juicy snatch. And not only that, but the girl was slutty as hell, spreading her legs and offering us everything.

  So yeah, this wedding wasn’t a complete waste after all. There was gonna be more than enough goodness to go around, and as the girl lay before us, exhausted, spent and panting, I took in that creamy fullness once more, appreciating the miracle that was Ms. Evans.

  “You ready for more?” my deep voice ran over her like honey. “Because sweetheart, there’s a lot more in store.”

  A normal female would have screamed with horror, bolting upwards and grabbing her dress, making for the exits. Who knows, maybe she’d even show up at the police precinct, ready to report a crime.

  But this was no ordinary female. Because as that white flesh quivered, Katie eyes slowly focused, caramel gaze limpid, breasts still heaving. But her mouth told the real story. That pink pout parted with the sweetest voice a man can hear.

  “Yes Kane. Yes Tyler. Yes Mason. I want more, please.”

  And with that, our futures were decided. Because what became a lame wedding trip transformed into something magical and exciting … with Katie’s tempting body as the prize.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Katie

  Pushing any thoughts from my head, I stumbled into the house.

  Get rid of this green dress, my internal voice spoke. It’s vomit gone wrong. You’re doing everyone a favor.

  So after flicking the switch on the gas fireplace, I shimmied out of the outfit and threw it into the flames. Suppressing the urge to dance around the inferno in victory, I stared as the fire consumed the dress.

  Good riddance, came the voice. You’re just ashes now. But then again, maybe the dress had done me a favor right? It’d been there during an exciting part of my life.

  But too late now. Once the fabric had been reduced to ashes and the fireplace turned off, I wandered around the apartment, tidying up after my hasty morning spent getting ready for the wedding, pushing any thoughts of the alpha billionaires to the back of my mind. Even while eating a snack and relaxing in the shower, my brain managed to keep them at bay. But now that my nightly routine was over, the doubts overwhelmed me. As I lay in bed, thoughts flooded my mind.

  OMG, did that just happen? Did three different men just feast on my curves like I was a supermodel, someone beautiful and precious?

  Although precious is a funny word. On the one hand, yes, they worshipped me. But on the other, Mason, Kane and Tyler were dirty as hell, doing things I’d only imagined in my wildest fantasies.

  Fingers rubbing lightly at my pussy, I stretched languorously, eyes closed. A deep voice spoke in my head then.

  “Did you like what you saw?”

  And Tyler’s words shook me to the core. Because yes, I’d liked what I’d seen. That magic stick during the ceremony, making me blush. But even more, there came the startling, electrifying kiss that had started it all. It was just like Gone with the Wind when Scarlett kisses Rhett Butler. There’s something so wrong about it, but devastatingly real and vibrant as well.

  Was this truly happening?

  I wasn’t sure.

  Three men at once? Who does that?

  But a swift pinch to my nub ensured that it was real.

  Because they wanted me. The men had praised my curvy figure. My lush breasts and wide swinging hips attracted them, instead of being repellant. And I smiled like a Cheshire cat in the dark then, warmth suffusing my form. I was a beautiful, desirable woman, and there was no doubt anymore. Those guys could have gotten anyone, but they chose me.

  Me, the curvy girl.

  Me, the girl who’s only been out on a couple dates in her life.

  Me, the girl who’s usually reading by herself on Friday nights.

  A huge dose of confidence shot through my frame, making me grow warm once again in the privacy of my bedroom. After the session with the three alphas I was a changed woman.

  Would anyone be able to tell?

  Was it obvious?

  Elaine would die if she knew what had happened.

  Why tell her? the voice inside went. Elaine’s so judgmental.

  Hmm, that was true. She’s a good friend, but you have to take people as they are. And Elaine’s downfall was jumping to conclusions about everything. More likely, she’d call me out and say I was crazy for doing this.

  But that’s the thing.

  I am crazy.

  Real crazy … for three men.

  So smiling mischievously, I decided not to tell anyone. After all, why? It’d probably never happen again. It was a one-time thing, wham, bam, thank you ma’am.

  Plus, there were all these sordid bits that had no explanations. For example, the glaring fact that these men were strangers to me. Kane, Tyler and Mason all seemed like great guys and they were Bobby’s friends, but I didn’t know them from John Doe. They’d flown into town late last night and would more than likely be gone by the morning.

  Yet, I’d let them eat my pussy in a hallway during a wedding reception. If the situation were different and I’d been out with friends at a bar, there was no way I would have allowed three random men to do that. Why was my mind rationalizing now? I hadn’t even paused to think it through, never asked any questions.

  But the train of thought just wouldn’t stop. Was I a dirty slut? There were always the girls that we secretly slut-shamed, no matter how liberal our attitudes on sex. My guilty conscience gnawed away, remembering a conversation from just last week.

  “Oh my god, you know Linda? She just met the guy a day ago and she’s already slept with him!” Elaine whispered secretively. I nodded my head and tried to put in a good word.

  “Well maybe he was really hot,” my voice trailed off.

  “No, he’
s not hot!” raged Elaine. “Linda can’t get anyone hot. And why would it matter? That’s not the point. They don’t know each other,” she whispered venomously again.

  At this point, I just kept my mouth shut. There was no sense in poking the bear.

  “So yeah, Linda’s screwed,” announced Elaine imperiously, tossing her curls back. “Sleep with a guy so fast and he’ll never come back.”

  I was sure my pal had missed the point. Linda probably didn’t want to see that man again, that was the whole goal of a one-night stand. But Elaine’s set in her ways, and it’s hard to get anyone to change. So I just mumbled, “We’ll see. We’ll see.”

  And that was enough to placate my friend. But still. If Elaine knew what I’d done, would she talk smack behind my back? Was I okay with that? Besides, what would other people would say? All sorts of terrible things, surely.

  The negative thoughts began to kill my mood. I was a twenty-two year old wallflower. Stacy and Linda were always bragging about how many guys asked them out or told them how pretty they were. Random guys would just walk up to them on the street.

  But no one ever does that to me. I’m Miss Third Wheel, tagging along on dates, the funny, fat friend who’s always available to hang out. Did I want to be that my whole life?

  After all, my job as a copy editor for a woman’s magazine doesn’t exactly help me meet eligible guys. All day long, all I see are women. No men work for the magazine, not when you have endless articles about hair care products and medications for menstrual pain. Yeah, it’s pretty boring when you get to the nuts and bolts. Movies make magazine jobs look glamorous, but trust me, the nitty gritty is dull.

  I used to fantasize about the office being more like the set of a Shonda Rimes show with tons of McDreamies and McHotties wandering the halls. One of them would look my way, and electricity would rocket through the air. Then bam! After a couple seasons, I’d be married to my doctor or lawyer hearthrob, no questions asked.

  So yeah, reality is a lot different, to say the least. In the office, my co-workers shared stories about their dating lives, most of which involved a different guy every week. Most of the time my mouth was open in shock as they spent lunch hours sharing secrets, talking about monster appendages or wet moments in bed.

  “His dick was eight inches long, ladies. I am not exaggerating! I almost fled before he could stick it in,” whispered Barbara, a beautiful staffer from the Style & Beauty section. She took a teeny bite of salad before continuing on with today’s lunchtime tale.

  “But all I can say is I’m glad I didn’t run because once he started, it was all good,” she confided, breath coming fast, face growing hot. My other co-workers giggled as they ate their sandwiches like a bunch of prairie mice.

  “Girl, I completely agree. A large cock makes you want to run at first cause you’re not sure if it’s going to fit,” announced Mary, the outspoken head of the research department. “But then he gives it to you and it’s soooo good, cravin’ it morning noon and night,” the woman drawled in a Southern accent, fanning herself.

  Because we’re like a bunch of chickens in a coop, chirping about this and that, including penis size. In fact, penis size was our favorite topic. At this point I was well versed in men’s physical anatomy, even if I’d never actually seen much in real life.

  Because most of the time, I would smile, laugh or nod my head like I knew what they were talking about. They all believed my long-distance boyfriend, Jake, didn’t get the opportunity to see me that much because work had him traveling from one location to another. But obviously, Jake was fake. He was someone my imagination created to fit in, nothing else.

  And suddenly it was show time.

  “What about you, Katie, any wild stories about you and your boy toy?” asked Laney with a sly, crooked smile.

  I almost choked after the question was asked. Gulping down some water, I tried to look unperturbed.

  “He’s out of town again. We don’t get to see each other much these days because work keeps him on the road.” The lie fell so easily from my lips.

  “Well tell him you expect a night focused solely on your needs when he gets back,” cooed Sally, an older woman from accounting. Fortunately, another co-worker launched into her latest sexcapade, so the attention was off me already. Thank goodness. Saved again.

  Because yeah, we’re told in childhood that lying is wrong, but I’d suffered enough humiliation. My virgin status at my age already embarrassed me beyond belief. I didn’t need people at work knowing and making fun of me. So Jake was born out of necessity, and nothing else.

  But the thing is I hadn’t really been with a guy before last night. Elaine’s set me up on a few blind dates, but the dates ended up being lame. Generally they were short trolls that wanted me to worship them for no reason at all. Where did that come from? I didn’t get it. The shorter the guy, the bigger the ego.

  Take last time for example. The man Elaine set me up with had been absolutely puny, probably five two, with bad breath and hair coming out of his ears. What was she thinking? Was I that hard up?

  But there was no way to get out of it now. As I approached the table, Elaine jumped up.

  “Katie, there you are! Katie, meet Randy. Randy, Katie,” she said, beaming like a proud mama.

  I managed a weak smile.

  “Hi, nice to meet you,” were my words.

  Randy was short, paunchy and balding, but he acted like the King of England.

  “Nice to meet you,” he sniffed, taking a swig of wine. Never mind that we were at a burger joint. This guy had ordered rosé to go with his veggie burger. Who does that?

  So I was already turned off, and at the end of the night, made my excuses, mumbling this or that about work.

  “Please, it’s Saturday night!” exclaimed my friend, tossing that blonde hair back. “You don’t have work.”

  “No, I do, I do,” came my rushed reply. “Sorry gotta go!”

  And with that, I was off into the darkness, Randy far behind. Thank god. But unfortunately, most of my “dates” followed along pretty similar lines. Didn’t any of Elaine’s male buddies have better friends than the toads I got stuck with?

  It was so disappointing.

  So, so disappointing.

  Pulling my blanket up over my body, a sigh escaped my lips. After tonight, I no longer needed a Jake or my TV fantasies to sustain me. I’d had real, live men, in the flesh. Not one, not two, but three men making me cum with their fingers and tongues.

  But what did I want? A relationship? With three guys? I snorted at my own thoughts. Mason, Kane and Tyler didn’t live here in Knox. They belonged in the big city, with fast cars, beautiful women, and million dollar jobs. By contrast, I was a small-town girl with a piddling salary at a regional magazine. Where could this really go?

  “Ummph!” came my enraged growl.

  Kicking the covers off, I pulled at my curls in frustration.

  What should I do?

  What should I think?

  Should I go back to the old Katie, going on sporadic dates with midget men like Randy?

  Should I subject myself to a lifetime of loneliness?

  Or should I give into the wonderment that was Mason, Kane and Tyler?

  Suddenly, I realized the black and white nature of my thoughts. This wasn’t a forever thing, and that was the point exactly. I couldn’t expect forever. Why was forever even on the agenda?

  So maybe I could explore. I could take this moment for what it was worth, and live in the now with my three alpha billionaires. Why not? I could enjoy myself and see where the relationship went, if you could even call it a relationship.

  Yeah, the voice in my mind chimed. You don’t even know if they’re still in Knox! Maybe they already took off on that fancy jet.

  That was true. I’d assumed that Mason, Kane and Tyler were staying around, but hey, the money doesn’t get made by itself. Maybe they were already gone, and all I had were memories.

  But maybe Mason, Tyler and Kane
were still here in my small town, and I’d get a lesson for the ages, times three. My heart beat fast, even as I tried to fall asleep. Because I want them, yes … and everything these gorgeous men can teach.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Kane

  How the hell did we get roped into a post-wedding brunch? Because from the minute we stepped foot into the restaurant, Elaine was already acting like the Queen of England, ordering everyone about like they were her loyal subjects.

  “Here, here,” she said imperiously, pointing this way and that. “No! There, there!”

  The waiters scurried around like mice, doing her bidding. Tyler, Mason and I exchanged looks. Man, this was gonna be painful.

  Meanwhile, poor Bobby leaned back in his chair, looking exhausted. But my guess was that he hadn’t gotten laid. No way. Elaine probably kept him up until sunrise complaining about this or that, instead of doing her wifely duties. Man, if that had happened last night, I’m sure my bro would be looking a lot more chipper this morning.

  But it was too late now. The deal was signed, sealed and delivered. Might as well put a good spin on it.

  “Yo Bob, you should come hang in New York with us one weekend,” grunted Tyler, slapping our buddy on the back. “We never got the chance to do a bro’s weekend before you got married.”

  Maybe that would cheer the guy up. A big steak dinner, and some time at Scores and Lace with the professional ladies. Maybe that’d put a spring back in his step. Mason jumped in, echoing the sentiment.

  “Yeah bro, you should definitely come. We could hit up all of our old places.”

  He’d obviously seen the forlorn look on Bobby’s face too. This was our fucking bro; we didn’t want to see him looking so defeated, it was downright sad. So I threw in my two cents as well. Might as well go for the money.

  “It hasn’t been the same without you, Bobster. Come for a weekend. It’ll be like old times,” I promised.

  And Bobby looked better after our words. Some color returned to his face, and he sat straighter in the chair. But before a word was uttered, Elaine bulldozed her way into the conversation like a crazed rhino.