36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  “Fucking delicious,” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

  Slowly, he gets up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. I can’t look away, almost as if I were hypnotized by his perfection. With my lips slightly parted, I expect him to lean into me and kiss me, spreading my own juices all over my mouth. But that’s not what he does; he places both his hands on my waist, and with a sudden movement, forces me to turn around and face the wall. I gasp as I turn on my heels, guided by his strength, and place my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Still with his fingers hooked on my waist, he pulls on my hips, forcing me to jut my ass back.

  A loud smacking sound fills the hallway as he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, bracing for impact. In less than a heartbeat, he smacks my ass again, enough strength to his blow to leave a mark. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as pain and pleasure blend into a colorful display, inundating my brain and taking control of all my nerve endings.

  “You like it rough, don’t you?” he whispers against my ear, his body pressed against mine. I exhale sharply as I feel his hard cock brushing against my ass cheeks, and I move slightly so that it rests right on my ass crack. I rock my ass against him, imprisoning his cock between both our bodies as I stroke it with my cheeks. Sighing against my ear, he pulls me into him, rubbing his member harshly against my ass.

  The instinct of a predator taking hold of him, he takes one step back then. Smacking my ass again, he leans into me quickly, pressing his cock’s fat tip against my wet pussy. He rubs it eagerly, coating his glans with my juices and driving me completely insane. I grit my teeth, preparing my body for his inevitable thrust, but it never comes. I try and thrust back, but he doesn’t budge. He holds his ground, not allowing his cock inside of me. It’s driving me completely mad; he’s so close, and yet, so far away.

  “Beg,” he whispers, grabbing the hair right above my neck. “Beg.”

  “No,” I say sternly. I know the kind of game he’s playing, and I won’t give in. Sure, I’m half-mad and desperate for his shaft, but if he thinks I’ll beg … Well, he’s mistaken.

  “Oh, stubborn. I like that,” he tells me, whispering against my ear. Then he takes a step back, and it almost hurts to no longer feel his cock against my folds. He smacks my ass again, and then grabs his cock and fits it between my ass cheeks, rubbing it there; he guides it to my inner lips again, holding it at a straight angle and allowing his shaft to roll over my folds, but never going inside of me.

  He’s trying everything he can to make me beg, but I’ll hold out. I won’t beg… I won’t. Or will I? Fuck, I just want to have him inside of me, and I want it now. In fact, it’s not even a want, it’s a need: much in the same way I need water and oxygen to survive, I need his cock so that I can feel alive.

  “Fuck me,” I moan, still trying to thrust back. With his forearm across my lower back, he stops me. I can almost feel his sadistic grin.

  “Beg then,” he continues, enjoying each second of this maddening torture. But I resist: I open my mouth to say the words, but then grit my teeth and stop myself. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

  “You should be the one begging,” I finally manage to say. Right. Let's not tell anyone that I haven’t had sex in so long that I was begging at hello.

  With my hands on the wall, I summon all of my strength and buck my hips back at him. His shaft buries itself in me to the hilt, piercing and filling me in a way that I never felt before. This guy is truly a God among men.

  With his shaft lodged deep inside of me, he grabs my hips again, slowly sliding it out. He starts slow, his massive cock straining against my inner walls as it goes, but soon enough he finds his rhythm: a fast and merciless one. His thighs slap against my ass over and over again, his cock completely ravaging me as my cries of pleasure bounce off the walls.

  He pounds me hard, a violent intensity to each of his movements. Soon enough I start to feel it, that inevitable tug on my mind, an irresistible pull into the uncharted lands of a mind-blowing orgasm. I almost want to utter the words ‘don’t stop’, but that thought quickly leaves my mind; there’s no need for words when the man holding you is fucking you with godlike intensity. Derek might be a cocky bastard, but he sure knows what he’s doing.

  I scream, and I scream hard. And even so, he doesn’t stop; he keeps thrusting, his cock ravaging me as my pussy tightens around his shaft. Letting go of my waist, he slides his hands up to my chest, and with a fierce thrust, buries his cock inside of me as he squeezes both my breasts, pinching the right nipple between his thumb and index finger. Only then does he takes his cock out, each inch he pulls out of me sending ripples of ecstasy through my sensitive body.

  My knees are trembling, but I still want more. Oh, yes, after seeing what he’s capable of, how could I not want more?

  I turn on my heels, facing him, and place my hands on his chest. I claw at his pectorals as I push him back, forcing him to walk backward into his suite’s bedroom. He lets me guide him, only stopping when the back of his knees meet the edge of the bed; he goes then, sitting on the sheets and looking expectantly at me.

  I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, spreading my legs as I grab his cock and point it at my pussy. As I ease myself down, I stop when his glans is brushing against my folds; I look into his eyes, a grin dawning on my lips.

  “Beg,” I tell him, repeating his command. There’s a spark behind his eyes, almost as if my challenge awoke something deep inside of him.

  “You’re a bold one,” he says, running his hands down my side and cupping both my ass cheeks. “Must be because you’re so young. I guess I have to fuck that boldness out of you.”

  With that, he grabs my ass, and locking his thumbs on my hips, force me down as he thrusts. Before I can even breathe out, his cock parts my inner lips and goes all the way, my pussy hugging all his length. A throaty moan cascades down and out of my mouth and I throw my head back, feeling my hair softly brushing against my skin. He holds his position, his cock deep inside of me, for God knows how long, and I hold my breath through the whole ordeal. Only when he allows his shaft to slide back out do I breathe again, all of my muscles charged with fierce tension. Then, only his glans inside of me, he thrusts again, piercing me in one single movement. He repeats his motions over and over again, slowly sliding out of me and then violently thrusting back in.

  My moans turning into desperate screams, he stops sliding out of me at a slow rhythm; in or out, it no longer matters. He simply pounds me relentlessly, his cock ravaging me so fast that it almost becomes a blur—a thick, long blur.

  With my knees on the bed, I try and match his rhythm, rocking my body back and forth as he grabs my ass and guides my movements. Like the ocean, our bodies are lost in a decent flow, flames of depravity licking at my nerve endings and consuming all of my senses.

  I close my eyes as the inevitable avalanche comes for me; it hits me at point blank, and makes my lungs work hard as I scream in abandonment. My hands like claws, I bury my fingernails on his pectorals, harshly enough to leave a scar. With a mighty thrust, he pulls me down as I come, my whole body shaking as I moan incoherent words through pursed lips.

  I can barely move, my body succumbing to exhaustion, but he won't stop. He makes me roll to the side, and the moment my knees hit the sheets, he goes to his feet and stands behind me. Preparing mentally for what's to come, I place my hands on the bed's headrest and sway my ass from side to side. Just a heartbeat after that, his fingers once again find their way to my hips. Holding me still, he uses one hand of his and runs two fingers over my folds, spreading my lips wide, and thrusts.

  As his shaft pierces me, his hand slides to my front, two of his fingers then resting right above my clitoris. He presses down, moving his hand in slow gracious circles as his cock moves in and out of me, each thrust of his drawing a moan from my lips.

  He started fast, but even so, he ups the pace. It doesn’t take long for drops of sweat to st
art pooling on my forehead, my muscles cramping as I succumb to his irresistible punishment. He keeps going until I start to feel numb, my body shutting down at the same time my brain starts to overload. Have I ever been fucked this good? Where has Derek been all my life? I’m half-tempted to chain him to my bed and keep him as a pet… A pet that lives to serve and please.

  Gritting my teeth, I lean forward and press my forehead against the bed, my body bouncing with each thrust of his. I growl through gritted teeth, tension building up inside of me in a way I never experienced before. It’s almost too much; there is an edge of danger to the way pleasure is crawling under my skin. But Derek doesn’t care about any of that; he simply pounds into me viciously, his thick cock obliterating all semblance of rationality from me. As a vicious orgasm looms in the horizon of my mind, I turn into an animal, prey, and predator at the same time. I scream, my throat growing sore as the sound of my voice fills the room and threatens to break glass. And he still keeps fucking me, rocking his hips as if today was his last day on Earth. Sweet God, if he keeps ramming his cock inside of me like this, I don’t know about him, but it sure as hell is going to be my last day on Earth.

  Going fast and without a trace of mercy, he keeps fucking me through my orgasm, my mind imprisoned in pleasure’s peak and not allowed to come down. I’m grabbing the bed hard, my knuckles white from the strength I’m using, as my body moves in submission to his thrusts.

  I don’t even know if I’m still screaming. I don’t know if I’m moaning. I know nothing. Pleasure has raged through me and made me blind, deaf, and plucked me out of this existence. And, with each thrust of his, that disconnect from the real world becomes even bigger.

  Thunder and lightning crashing inside of me, I come again, my body collapsing on the bed like crumpled paper. I tremble and shake as, finally, he pulls his cock out of me. I still feel his long fingers on my lower back, my whole skin feeling as if it were on fire. Because, in a sense, it really is—all of me is on fire. My body has gone through the flames of ecstasy and survived the trip, barely, but still.

  I take a deep breath, my muscles still twitching as if I’m having a seizure, and slowly roll to the side. I force my eyes open and look at Derek. There’s mischievousness flickering behind his eyes, almost like a threat, and that makes my heart pick up the pace and start drumming louder again.

  With two fingers under my chin, he makes me look straight into his eyes, and then smiles at me. He leans forward, and then gently brushes his lips against mine, my body still reeling from all the pleasure and destruction he inflicted upon me.

  “Tired already?” he says with a smirk, his long fingers running down my neck and tracing the uphill curve of my breasts. He softly pinches my right nipple, a moan leaving my lips the moment he does it, and then lets both his hands run down my body to my knees. Still grinning, he pushes my knees aside, his hungry eyes wandering to between my legs, and then goes down on his knees.

  I don’t even bother responding to his question. Tired? I wouldn’t even put it in such terms. I’m utterly and completely spent. But, of course, if he’s still willing to go for more… Who am I to deny it? It’s not like being tired has ever stopped me from doing anything. And, besides, Derek is one of a kind. I’m not letting this moment go to waste. As such, I do nothing as he places his lips on my knees, and then starts to gently kiss my leg, always moving toward my inner thighs.

  Somehow, my body is pushing through exhaustion. My heart has regained its rhythm, pounding hard inside of my chest as it forces a blend of adrenaline, endorphins, and pure ecstasy to rage through me. Each times his lips touch my skin a slight shiver goes up my spine, like a small whisper of anticipation. As he approaches my inner thighs, my hands go to his hair, and he reacts by lunging forward, attacking me like a famished predator. He wraps his lips around my battered pussy, sucking my pussy folds and flicking his tongue at me. I curl my fingers in his hair, pulling harshly on stray locks, but he doesn’t even react. He simply keeps licking me, spears of mind-numbing pleasure piercing my mind each time he flicks his tongue against my clit.

  How many times have I already come? Did I beat some kind of personal record? God, I can hardly believe that he’s still between my thighs, sucking and licking my sensitive pussy after fucking me like no one has ever done before. I didn’t even know guys like Derek Lowell existed. They were too impressive to be real. I couldn’t be gladder that I was proven wrong.

  He quickly derails my train of thought by sliding a finger inside of me in a hook motion, his fingertip touching my G-spot and applying that perfect maddening pressure. I sway my hips from side to side, something fierce and intense bubbling up to my mind’s surface. He doesn’t stop me from moving. Instead, he accompanies my movements with his mouth, wrapping his lips around my clit as he slides one more finger inside of my pussy.

  Gritting my teeth, I prepare for the final explosion, my body already anticipating an orgasm so powerful I’m not even sure if I’m going to survive it. Derek keeps sliding his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace, moving them upward until they touch my G-spot and then back out again. He does it over and over again, an old familiar pressure mounting inside of me.

  “Oh, God…” I moan. I’m going to squirt, I really am. I pull on his hair, trying to force him back, but he resists me. He merely looks up at me, these eyes of him brimming with sin, and starts to go even harder. I throw my head back, surrendering to the inevitable, and close my eyes. “Oh, fuck…”

  I scream as loud as I can, impossible flames of pleasure washing over me. It’s as if my body is dissolving, flesh and bones just a detail of my existence. My nerve endings are being scorched, bright lights exploding behind my closed eyelids. I feel something inside of me stirring and then, like a dam bursting, I squirt all over his face.

  A continuous moan on my lips, I keep holding his head in place as I feel my pussy unleashing hell all over him. I feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs, coating my skin in a perfect decadent scenario. Gently swaying my hips, I rub my pussy all over his face, making sure that I cover him with my own juices.

  Only then does he pull out, a grin on his lips. His skin is glistening, and even his hair is wet. My eyes go down his body, finally focusing on his still pulsing and eager cock.

  “Come for me…” I find myself saying, the words leaving my mouth as if they weren’t my own.

  He rises to his feet, towering over me, and I do nothing but look in awe at the perfect man in front of me. Grinning, he grabs his cock with his right hand, and with his eyes never leaving mine, starts to stroke himself. His hand goes back and forth over his length, my mind burning as I see him do it.

  “Come for me…” I repeat, the words sounding honeyed and mellow. He starts to stroke himself faster, his eyes wandering all over my body, taking in my curves and shape. I breathe out sharply, still trying to process how amazing it is to have a man like Derek worshipping my body. Because that’s what he’s doing; he’s worshipping my body, stroking himself as fast as he can while he looks at my naked body, his ravenous eyes focusing on my tits and then slowly hiking down to my drenched thighs.

  I look up, my own eyes going over the perfectly carved ridges of his abs and then settling on his beautiful face, my juices dripping down from his chin to his neck. He’s not even touching me anymore, but I can’t help but moan, my heart filled with an overwhelming feeling of lust, desire, and sinful completion.

  He grits his teeth then, and in a heartbeat, his cock starts to spasm against his fingers. He keeps moving his hand over his cock, thick ropes of cum flying from his tip into me, white strands of it hitting me straight in the chest. As the seconds go by, he starts to shoot even more semen; his warm cum hits me straight in the face, coating my skin and dripping down my face and over my mouth. I lick my lips dry, taking his saltiness inside my mouth as he keeps on gushing all over me, completely covering my naked torso.

  An unconscious desire taking hold of me, I grab my own breasts, squeezing them and r
ubbing them, spreading the semen that covers me. As his cock stops gushing onto me, finally stopping to pulse in ecstasy, Derek goes to his knees again, fitting his torso between my thighs. Eyes locked on mine, he leans into me; he parts his lips then, his tongue darting out and running from my navel to between my breasts, scooping up all the semen in the way. He smiles at me, his lips covered in cum, and then takes one nipple inside his mouth, sucking it dry.

  I place both my hands on his jaw and pull him into me; supporting myself with his hands on my knees, he reaches for my mouth with his own. He lets his tongue out, his own juices covering it. Instead of simply kissing him, I wrap my lips around his tongue and suck on it, letting him feed me his cum.

  I close my eyes as my brain processes his salty and manly flavor, but there’s also a hint of my juices there, a remnant of me squirting all over his face. Oh, I feel dirty, and it feels so damn good to be dirty.

  His lips brush against mine then, and I open my eyes, a gentle smile dawning on me. I’m still in a trance, not sure if everything that happened wasn’t just a dream or an illusion.

  Where has this guy been all of my life?

  Derek

  My eyes snap open and I look at the bedside clock. It's 6:35 am. I've never been one to sleep in. I'm an early riser. I can't help it. I have a morning routine that involves coffee, checking urgent email, making a mental checklist for the day, and exercise.

  It never involves … a woman in my bed.

  And yet, here she is. Alicia. I look over and see that this isn't going to be a normal morning. There's a sliver of sunlight dancing across a tuft of her blonde hair that's poking out from the comforter.

  A tinge of unease hits me. Do I check my email, or do I lie here and wait for her to wake up? Fuck. Do I drape my arm around her, or do I stick to my side of the bed? It might sound ridiculous, but this is new territory for me, so don't laugh.