36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  We watch as Nadia grabs her purse and walks off.

  Ashley, suddenly feeling like the third wheel, looks down at her phone.

  "I better cut out too," she says. "I have a date with Netflix. You guys enjoy yourselves."

  She leans down and gives me a quick hug before leaving.

  Now that I'm alone with Derek, I'm scared. That confident girl on the 6 train is gone.

  This man's a billionaire. He's older and wiser, and I suddenly feel so sure that he's going to see right through all of my earlier bravado and see me for what I really am—a young, driven, 20-something just trying to find her place in the world.

  But Derek cuts my thoughts short.

  He looks straight at me. "I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck you."

  I'm caught off guard. What did he just say? My pulse quickens and my confidence returns. Two can definitely play this game.

  "You sound so sure about that," I purr devilishly. "But can you really handle all of this?"

  Alicia

  OK, can I just say that there must be a big reason why Derek is a billionaire, and I think I figure out why by the time he takes me upstairs to his hotel room.

  Like, first off, he has more confidence than any man I've ever met. There was almost no question as he walked toward the elevator in terms of if I was going to follow. He just knew. Sure, he looked at me and smiled, but from the way he looked at me, and the way I looked back at him, it was like I knew I was going to go up with him too.

  Oh wow will you just listen to me? I sound like some little deer trapped by some headlights.

  Well, let me just say babe, that’s what it pretty much feels like.

  And now that I’m walking through his room, all of a sudden his arm grabs me.

  My heart skips a beat and I’m like remembering I have MACE in my purse.

  But this isn’t a MACE moment. It’s a Moaning Moment. Get it? Like Moaning Mondays from Mona Cox? Sorry, I couldn’t help but give her a plug, okay?

  Anyways, let's get back to the sexy sex and let me not distract you by being weird. The last thing that I want is for you or Derek to stop what you're doing because I’m being a dork. Oh no, just thinking about that is making me so not wet. Like can you actually get dry when you get turned off?

  But whatevs babe, you’re not gonna get dry.

  Because Derek is pretty much in charge right now.

  He yanks on my hair, forcing my head back, and lays his mouth against my neck. I feel my whole body burning up, his closeness driving me completely mad. Moving suddenly, he presses his hand against my crotch, bunching up the front of my dress. A moan leaves my lips at once, his pressure on my pussy making my head spin. I can already feel my wetness soaking my black lace thong, desire coursing mercilessly through me.

  “You’re a tough one, aren’t you?” he whispers against my ear, his lips brushing my skin. “Well, you’ve found your match, Alicia. And once I’m inside of you, you won’t be moaning … you’ll be screaming.”

  The moment his last words leave his mouth, he applies more pressure with his hand, forcing me to part my legs. Still yanking on my hair, he straightens my head, my eyes locking on his. There’s a fire in his expression, an almost too violent need for dominance. It seems he is right; I’ve found my match. But I’m not one to give up.

  I reach for his mouth, pressing my lips against his, but I don’t start kissing him, no. I bite his lower lip with almost enough strength to draw blood. He doesn’t complain, though. Staring into my eyes, he endures the pain, his hand firmly nestled between my thighs. He opens his hands, tangling his fingers deeper into my hair, and pins me against the wall with his body; then, pulling back slightly, a mischievous grin lights up his face.

  “I can’t wait to hear you beg for my cock,” he says, certainty flickering in his eyes. Who does he think he his? I’ve never begged for a man’s cock, and I won’t start now. Even if he’s the most perfect man that has ever pinned me against a wall.

  I reach for his crotch, flattening the palm of my hand against the bulging in his dress pants, and then curl my fingers harshly around the thick and long shape there.

  “We’ll see about that,” I tell him, grinning back at him.

  “Oh, yes. Don’t doubt that.” He leans forward then, my eyelids drooping as our lips touch. I open my mouth wide, both our tongues wrestling against each other as if they were lost in a battle for lust and survival. Kissing wildly, I take my hand out of his crotch and start untucking his crisp white shirt, my fingers tugging eagerly on the fabric. Once I’m done, I grab his belt, but he presses his body against mine so harshly that I have to let go. I place my hands on his lower back, under his shirt, and let the warmness of his skin spill onto my fingers. I open my hands, the tip of my fingers meeting the hem of his pants as I pull him into me, our bodies locked in a frenzied kiss.

  Placing both his hands on my waist, he slowly hikes my dress up to my waist, the tight fabric hugging my hips. There’s a tenuous buzz under my skin, an unconscious response to the way he’s holding me. My brain is working overtime, lost in a labyrinth of imagination, trying to picture all the things Derek will do to me, or that I’ll do to him. Working in tandem with my brain, my pussy becomes even wetter, my drenched thong sticking to my skin. He brushes two of his fingers down my waist, and moving inward, runs them under my dress and over my thong.

  “Someone’s very wet,” he whispers against my ear. I can’t see his face, but the way he speaks tells me that devilish grin of his is coloring his face.

  As if my brain was suddenly struck by lightning, my hands dart out to his chest, and I hook my fingers on his shirt’s collar. I tug on the fabric harshly, ruining his shirt as I make the buttons pop out and scatter around the floor. The moment his shirt is open, I press the palms of my hands against his chest, closing my eyes as I feel the hard lines of his muscles under my fingertips. His torso is all hills and valleys; each muscle of his is perfection. I let my fingers trace the contour of his pectorals, and then I let them go over his washboard abs, counting the perfect rows of muscles until I finally meet the hem of his pants.

  With my fingers hooked on his belt, I pull him into me, our bodies pressed as we kiss once more. I start unbuckling his belt with trembling fingers, my whole body filled with anxious anticipation. With a metallic clink, I unclasp the belt, my fingers then focusing on the next task at hand: unbuttoning his pants. As fast as I can, I open each one of the buttons, his cock pressing against his boxer briefs as if it were desperate to get out. My heart starts to pound fast as his cock, still trapped by the fabric of his underwear, brushes against my knuckles. I can already feel all rationality fading away from me, all of me being guided only by base desires. Just the way I like it.

  I turn my hand around, grasping his cock backhandedly and feeling his massiveness against the palm of my hand. A shiver goes up my spine as I realize that soon enough this cock will be inside of me, his thickness sliding over my wet folds and lodging itself inside of me as my naked body burns. Guided by impulse, I start moving my hand up and down, slowly flicking my wrist as I stroke his member over his underwear. I can barely think straight as my fingers trace the contour of something so perfect. Have I ever been with a man this huge? I doubt it… Oh, I seriously doubt it.

  Letting go of his cock, I grab his boxer briefs by the hemline and tug them down with both hands, his pulsing cock jumping out at once. I grab it immediately, wrapping my fingers tightly around his flesh. His warmness seeps into my skin, crawling up my spine and up to my brain. I can almost feel a barrage of hormones coursing through my body, desire taking control of me. We are still kissing, our lips locked in wild embrace as I move my hand back and forth, stroking him and marveling at his size.

  Pulling back from my kiss, he rests his lips against my neck, nibbling at my skin. I let a slight moan escape my fingers, my mind adrift on a sea of pleasure. My hand starts to move faster, matching the rhythm of my breathing.

  “You like it, don’t you?”
he says, looking at me as if he were in absolute control. I say nothing, simply gritting my teeth as my hand keeps on working his cock. “Now imagine it in your mouth,” he continues, his voice numbing my rational mind. Almost immediately I picture myself on my knees, parting my lips so that his glans can slide inside of my mouth. My imagination pulling the strings of my body; I feel all strength leaving my legs, my knees buckling. Before I even know what I’m doing, I place both my hands on his chest and push him. He takes one step back, not a trace of surprise on him as I go down to my knees.

  I grab his cock again, cupping his balls with my free hand as I stroke him. I barely blink as I take in the sight of his mast, the gleaming tip calling to me. The moment he rests his hands on my head, I’m already leaning in, my slightly parted lips adjusting to the curve of his glans. As my mouth touches his cock, I’m immediately hit by his salty and manly flavor, a cocktail of power and lust rolling over my tongue.

  I open my mouth wider, allowing him to feed one inch of his cock inside of my mouth. His glans resting on top of my tongue, I suck it firmly, leaning in and making his shaft roll over my lips. I’m making a real effort, taking his entire shaft inside of me. He’s the longest I’ve ever had, and damn, it feels good. And not only is he long, he’s also thick—his cock fills my mouth in such a way that my insides clench, my pussy anticipating how devastatingly good it will feel to have him ravaging me.

  Grabbing locks of hair, he starts to guide my movements, my head bobbing back and forth as his shaft takes control of my mouth. Slowly thrusting, he goes deeper each time I go forth, only easing down when the tip of his cock finally rubs the back of my throat. The moment I have all of him inside of me, I hold my position, my mouth completely filled with him. I feel it pulsing against my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks, his mast holding promises of lust and ravenous desire.

  With my eyes still closed, I let his cock slide back out and then I go all in once more. I start to go as fast as I can, his member sliding in and out of my mouth at a breakneck speed. He keeps holding me by the hair, keeping my movements controlled as he thrusts slightly, literally fucking my mouth.

  “If your mouth feels like this,” he says, and I open my eyes and look up at him, “I can’t imagine how your pussy will feel like.”

  I take his cock out of my mouth, and grabbing it, I start stroking him while I show him the most devilish smile I can produce.

  “It’ll totes feel like nothing you’ve ever had before,” I tell him, my hand never stopping. He doesn’t respond; he simply holds my gaze, the corners of his mouth curling upward into a teasing smile.

  “What the hell does ‘totes’ mean?” he asks me.

  I just roll my eyes. And my tongue.

  He shudders.

  A sudden moan tumbles out of my lips as he pulls on my hair, making me go up to my feet. I let my back hit the wall, my hands going to his chest; I slide my fingers up to his shoulders, forcing his shirt down his arms. With my eyes locked on his, I then tug at his pants and boxer briefs, sending them flying down to his ankles. He kicks off his polished shoes and steps out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

  My eyes wander down from his, losing themselves in his perfect naked body. It’s almost a sin for a man like him to have to wear clothes; he’s a work of art, a magnificent piece of beauty and sex.

  “Like what you see, huh?” he asks mockingly, noticing the way my eyes crawl all over his muscles. He yanks on my hair again, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I think I’m also going to like what’s underneath your clothes…” Without a warning, he lets go of me and places both his hands on my chest, his fingers hooked on the collar-line of my dress. He pulls violently, the fabric ripping apart with a quick and dirty sound, and doesn’t stop until my chest is bare. The torn fabric hangs loosely from my waist, but I don’t care; I have no time for caring.

  He leans into me, pressing his mouth against the valley between my breasts, and runs his tongue over my skin. With his hands on my shoulders, he pulls the straps of my bra down my arms, and in an instant, his fingers are on my back unclasping my bra. The cups drop down over my breasts, and like a wild animal completely devoid of self-control, he grabs my bra and yanks it off.

  I feel my nipples hardening, the cool air in the room lapping at my naked chest as he starts to kiss along the rising curve of my breasts. His lips go over to my right nipple, and when he wraps them around my hard tip, I feel electricity running through me, all my thoughts becoming electrified by pure high voltage tension.

  He sucks on my nipple, pulling it into his mouth as his fingers hold and squeeze my breasts. I run my hands through his hair, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes as I simply surrender to the moment. I pull him in hard, holding his head and forcing him to suck harshly on my nipples; he doesn’t complain, simply letting me take the lead as he twirls his tongue and licks me in a way that tells me that he knows how to put his tongue to good use.

  Guided by that one thought, I start to push his head down, relishing at how it feels to have his lips all over me. His lips go from my nipples to the base of my breasts, and then down to my stomach and navel, only stopping when they reach the ruined threads of my dress hanging by my waist. He quickly takes care of it, grabbing at the fabric and pulling on it harshly against my hips. That ripping sound hits my ears again, my torn dress peeling off my body easily. Standing there only in my thong and heels, I can’t help but look down at him, my heart beating in ecstasy as he starts to kiss the skin right above my thong, his lips gently brushing over that sweet spot right before untanned skin lies.

  With my back against the wall, I close my eyes again, my hands still disheveling his hair. I feel his lips kissing along the line of my thong, going over to my hip and then down to my legs. He cuts in then, slowly kissing my inner thigh as his fingers start to trace the contour of my scanty underwear. I have to fight against the urge to simply grab his hand and force him to touch me, to lay his finger harshly against my pussy and simply take control. But I don’t do it because with these maddeningly patient moves of his, he has my absolute surrender. His fingertips slide back and forth over my skin, gently feeling the wet fabric that covers me but never crossing the line, softly caressing my groin.

  I can’t—I can’t hold on any longer. I thrust hard, bucking my hips at him in a desperate attempt to have him touch me. But he doesn’t let me take the lead: he presses his forearm over my waist, pinning me against the wall as he resumes the soft stroking of his fingertips.

  I moan, my whole body feeling like a coiled spring. We’ve barely done anything, but I already feel pleasure trapped inside of me, raging through my veins and yearning to escape, explode, and devastate all of my senses.

  Maybe he wants me to beg, but if that’s the case, he’s going to have to wait a long time. I don’t beg. Ever. I never came across a man good enough to make me plead, and I don’t believe it will ever happen.

  A shiver goes through me as he suddenly rests one finger over my pussy, running it down over my drenched thong. The pressure he applies on me is barely noticeable, but still enough to make my skin prickle with excitement. I half expect him to continue his teasing motions, but he surprises me once more; he grabs my thong, and with a strong and sudden movement, pulls it against the side of my thigh. The fabric rips open, and he simply throws it to the floor. Before I can even recover from that, he lunges at me, burying his face between my thighs.

  Reacting by instinct, I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder, angling myself so that he can easily fit his mouth against my pussy. I can’t help but moan as I feel his tongue circle my clitoris, his circular movements making my mind boil. I buck my hips at him, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he opens it wide, licking all the way down from my clitoris to my inner lips.

  Time seems to dilate as he focuses on sucking my inner folds, his thumb pressed right above my clit. He starts to rub it, his fingertip tapping on me with the same cadence that his tongue
uses to jab at my insides. Soon enough I’m panting, the fabric of reality stretching and giving way to a universe where the only thing that matters is unbridled pleasure.

  I surrender to ecstasy, one loud scream clawing its way from my throat to my lips as my body jerks violently. I grab his hair harshly, still thrusting my hips at him as I come in a perfect way. Really, he has a gift. Most guys never could make me feel like this with their cocks, let alone with simply their mouths.

  I yank on his hair as I reel from the orgasm, trying to push him out from between my thighs. I want to push him down onto the ground and climb on top of him like an animal in heat, our bodies simply an instrument of lust and sin, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he redoubles his efforts, licking me more ferociously. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he brushes his index finger over my inner lips and then, in a sudden movement, slides it all the way in like an hook. My body trembles as I feel him inside of me, his fingertip flying straight to that inner spot inside of me where electricity is kept—my G-spot. He strokes it softly, my body succumbing to the waves of pleasure that hit me at a relentless pace.

  I feel my inner walls tightening, trying to trap his finger inside of me. Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth and moan loudly, all thoughts fading away as pleasure takes their place. Sliding one more finger inside of me, he starts to move his wrist back and forth, waves of ecstasy lapping at my body. I’m already standing at the edge again, and damn, I’m going to jump. I let go of his hair and bury my fingernails on the skin of his shoulders, my body once again being run over by a rush of ecstasy. Bucking my hips at him, I scream once more as I come, sinful thoughts blanketing my mind.

  With my arms flailing, I have to grit my teeth to try and breathe normally, my body not responding as it should from all of the pleasure running inside my veins. Derek pulls back then, and I force my eyes open. Looking down, and still breathing raggedly, I can’t help but feel my insides boiling as I take in the sight of a perfect man grinning, my juices dripping down his chin.