Baby Batter

by Alexis Angel

  “You’re fucking amazing. You know that?”

  I smile and bite my lip again. “How do you want me?” I ask.

  “I want you from behind,” he says.

  I roll over and lift myself onto all fours, my ass pointed in his direction. “Fuck your ass is so hot,” he says and then spanks it.

  “Mmm,” I moan.

  He spanks it again, harder and I yell out. “Oh!” Then he does it again but this time he sticks a finger inside of me and it makes it so much hotter. He spanks me, his hand coming down hard on my ass and it stings. I know it’s going to leave a mark. He slides his finger inside of me one more time. He continues this spanking, fingering thing and I suddenly find myself on the edge of another orgasm.

  “Do you like it when I do that, dirty girl?” he asks me.

  “Uh huh,” I moan just as his hand comes in contact with my ass again. Two fingers are shoved inside of me. This time he doesn’t pull them out right away. He’s shoving them in and out of my wet pussy as hard and as fast as he can. My moans increase in frequency, growing louder and louder. I can’t help it, it all feels so good. It’s all so overwhelming. I can feel another orgasm coming on. Another one that will be all consuming. Another one that my body is craving.

  I’m getting closer and closer as he continues to finger fuck me hard. I’m about to reach my release. My body is on edge, and suddenly he stops and takes his fingers out of me.

  “I was about to come,” I say.

  “I know,” he says and without warning, shoves his cock inside of my pussy. It’s a hard thrust that sends him deep inside of my pussy. Hitting my g-spot along the way. He puts his hands on my ass and grabs hard, his nails, I’m sure, are digging into my ass. It’s hot and raunchy and so rough. I love every second of it.

  “Harder. Fuck me harder!” I yell out to him.

  He grabs my hips hard and begins to thrust in and out of me. Harder and harder. He’s going so hard that it hurts but it still feels so amazing.

  “Don’t stop,” I say. “Don’t stop. Mmm. I fucking love that.” I feel myself getting close to my release, again. I’m ready for another orgasm. I’m ready to come all over his cock. I’m ready to make my pussy that much more wet for him.

  But he stops again.

  “Ugh. Why do you keep doing that?” I ask. I feel pretty frustrated right now. I want to come and he keeps stopping. As if he doesn’t want me to come. He’s teasing me. He’s doing this on purpose. It’s delayed gratification. It’s supposed to make my next orgasm more intense, but all I want right now is to come. SO BAD.

  “I just want to make sure it’s really good for you,” he says.

  “The last two were fucking amazing. You don’t have to delay my next one.”

  “Oh. Yes I do,” he says and then I feel him start to play with my asshole, using his thumb. He’s rubbing my asshole a little bit. It’s not too much, but it feels good. He begins to thrust in and out of me. It’s slow and not as hard, but I can really feel him now.

  I look back at him just as he pulls out of me. He goes over to a drawer on his nightstand, opens it, reaches in and pulls out a red bottle of lube. He comes back behind me and I hear the pop of the lid. Then I feel a cold liquid being poured over both of my holes. He rubs it in and I can feel the liquid beginning to warm up.

  “Is that warming lube?” I ask him.

  “Yeah, you like it?” he asks as his finger slides into my asshole.

  “Ooo. Mmm,” I moan. It feels so good. I feel him move his finger in and out of my ass. It feels so good. He’s moving it slowly, but that’s okay because it makes it more pleasurable when he does so.

  He pulls his finger out and when I feel it again a few seconds later, there’s a second finger. Now there’s two fingers sliding in and out of my ass. He’s still going slow and I can feel my asshole stretching. It’s getting ready for his hard dick. And I can hardly wait. I love the feeling of him shoved inside of my ass.

  I feel a third finger, his pinky, slide into my pussy. He’s playing with both of my holes and I reach down, between my legs, and begin to massage my clit. It feels so good.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass now,” he says and there’s something about the way he says that to me that makes me even more excited.

  I’m biting my lip, rather I’m chewing on it. I’m anticipating feeling his cock get shoved inside of my asshole.

  I feel the tip of his cock pressing into my ass and let out a long moan. He pushes a little more and I feel him slide in just a little bit. I hear the POP sound of the lube bottle and feel more cold liquid on my ass. It warms up as he begins to move, sliding in and out of me a little easier. It makes it feel so much better.

  “Mmm,” he says and grabs my ass, hard. “I love fucking your ass.”

  “I love when you shove your cock in my ass,” I say back to him.

  A few more thrusts and he’s fully inside of me. My ass stretching to be able to take his large dick. He starts moving a little harder, a little faster. He’s starting to really get after my ass. He grabs onto my hips.

  “oh shit,” he moans. By the sound of his voice I can tell just how good this feels to him. He pulls out of me and I look back at him. “Suck it,” he says.

  I turn around and take him into my mouth. Tasting him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. He thrusts in and out of my mouth a few times, making me gag.

  “Give me that ass again,” he says.

  I turn back around and he wastes no time. He shoves himself right into my ass. I suck in air through my teeth and then let out a moan. It feels so fucking good.

  “Yeah, fuck my ass,” I moan.

  I reach between my legs and begin to massage my clit again. The way he’s fucking me could cause me to orgasm in just a few more thrusts.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he’s saying as he picks up the pace and begins to fuck me harder.

  I rub my clit at the same speed he is fucking me. Trying to keep the speeds the same, it gets me closer and closer. I feel him switch to my pussy for a few thrusts and just when he shoves himself back into my ass, I start coming. My body is pushed over the edge. My mind is numb and my toes curl. It feels amazing and I close my eyes soaking up the feeling as Kirk continues to fuck my ass.

  “Did you come?” he asks just as my orgasm is ending.

  I can only nod my head as I find myself unable to speak. My mind is overtaken by the amazing orgasm that I had.

  He continues to fuck my ass. He switches back to my pussy, fucks it for a minute and then sticks it back in my ass.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” He’s moaning behind me and I find it so hot. I love how much he’s into it. How much pleasure he is getting out of this.

  He puts himself in my pussy and really starts to get after it. I start yelling. It feels so good that I can’t do anything other than yell. He’s fucking me so hard. Then I feel him shove himself back into my asshole. Once again, I feel myself getting close to coming again. Which I find surprising. I didn’t think I’d get this close again. But it all feels so amazing. His dick shoved inside of me. The pure roughness of the entire thing. It’s so hot.

  “Are you gonna come one more time for me, baby?” he asks.

  I nod my head. “Mmhmm,” I moan.

  He moves back to my pussy and really starts to get after it. He’s fucking me hard and fast and I feel my toes curl. I’m so close. I want to come just one more time. I need to come just one more time. I’m far too close, not to come. Please body, just let me come again, I find myself thinking.

  And suddenly I’m filled with pleasure once again. My body is tingling and numb. I feel him pull out and I can feel his cum hitting my back.

  “Oh fuck!” he yells. It must be a really good orgasm for him because he’s moaning really loud. He’s let his load go on my back and I think it’s fucking sexy. It makes me think of when I made him eat his cum. It was hot and dirty.

  I had to admit that the sex we had together was for more amazing th
an anything I had ever experienced before. I’m into getting rough and dirty in bed, and he is too.

  I hear him groan as his orgasm ends, mine ending at the same time. I lie down on my stomach and hear him leave the room. When he comes back he has a wet wash cloth that he puts on my back. The water is warm and feels good on my skin. He wipes up the cum off my back.

  “Thanks,” I say.

  “It’s the least I can do since it is my mess,” he says.

  He lies down next to me and as I’m looking at him, my eyes feel very heavy. I hadn’t realized how tired I really was. I’d had four orgasms so it wasn’t too much of a surprise.

  “Did I wear you out?” he asks.

  I open one eye. He’s on his side, facing me. A hand is resting under his head.

  I nod. “Mmhmm.” It’s the only sound I can make. I’m so tired that I can’t even form any words. My body is tired and I feel absolutely exhausted. I hear Kirk laugh. I want to ask him what he’s laughing at, but the words are escaping me. I feel his hand on my head, I can no longer open my eyes.

  I let the heaviness that I feel throughout my body, take over. I feel Kirk’s lips on my forehead, but have absolutely no response. No movement, sound or words. And then all is quiet.

  Kirk

  Emily’s the most beautiful girl in the world.

  I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. She’s fallen asleep next to me and I’m looking at her now, just taking in the way the sheet clings to the curves of her body. I see one nipple peeking over the covers, rosy and soft, and I have to restrain myself from pulling the sheets back just so I can see the entirety of her body. I don’t even care if I sound like a pansy (or maybe a creep) right now: I could watch her sleep like this for the rest of my life.

  I don’t even know how it got to this point. Sure, there was some chemistry between us right from the start, but this… This is simply too much. My heart beats faster whenever I look at her, my blood boils and my mind races. She’s like a toxin, one that’s as lovely as it is addicting.

  Yeah, I can no longer act cool and pretend that I want to keep things casual. It’s time to face reality and admit what I really want; I can’t pussyfoot around it anymore. Let’s face it: I want her, and I want her bad. It hasn’t been a long time, sure, but I’m more than ready for it. I’m going to ask her to be exclusive with me, which I guess you can translate as the R word: relationship.

  Smiling to myself, I let relief wash over me. I’ve been so afraid of commitment all of my life, but now… Now it just feels right. Maybe this is how love works. It falls on your lap and demands all of your attention, and it doesn’t give up until it has what it needs.

  “Emily,” I whisper her name softly, and she stirs in her sleep. I really don’t want to wake her up, but I can’t wait till morning. I need to tell her how I feel, and I need to do it before I have the time to second guess myself. “I want to say something. I need you to —”

  I’m cut short by the sound of my phone vibrating on the bedstand and, reacting on instinct alone, I roll to the side and grab it. I unlock it in a hurry, and that’s when I realize that I’m not holding my phone.

  It’s Emily’s.

  Realizing my mistake, I’m about to put the phone back on the bedstand when my eyes catch a glimpse of a text message. It’s from someone called Freeway. I look at the name for a couple of seconds, my heart pulsing like a jackhammer inside my chest. Freeway? Who the hell could it be? Fuck, I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help myself.

  I press my thumb on the text message icon and, looking to the side to make sure Emily’s still asleep, I open Freeway’s text.

  Are we on for Monday?, the text reads. I want you to wear something sexy… Maybe something I can take off easily with my teeth.

  No, fuck, it can’t be. It just can’t.

  I read the message over and over again, until each and every word seems to be burning a hole through my brain. There’s no other way to put it; Emily’s seeing other men.

  Oh man, I feel like such a fucking idiot right now.

  Holding my breath, I put the phone back on the bed stand and lie down, careful not to wake Emily up. I stare at the ceiling for what seems like an eternity, Freeway’s text message stabbing my mind like a spear.

  I was more than ready to forget all about that ‘let’s keep it casual’ bullshit, but I guess I ended up putting the cart ahead of the fucking horse. It might be a dumbass thing to think, but it feels like the universe is playing some kind of cruel joke on me. First, I get to meet the girl of my dreams, and she thinks exactly like me… And then that’s exactly what steamrolls my hopes for the future.

  But what the hell did I expect? The world doesn’t play nice with you just because you decided to change your ways. I was the one that told her I wanted to keep things casual, and now I’m getting what I deserve. I wish I could say this means nothing to me, that Emily’s just another girl… But then I’d be lying.

  It doesn’t matter, though; I need to be strong. Emily’s an indepdent woman, and she isn’t ready to settle down just yet. Maybe that’s the universe’s way of telling me (in a rather sick way) that maybe I shouldn’t be thinking of settling down. Maybe I’m not even meant for it. Maybe I’m supposed to keep on living my life just the way I have.

  Man, that’s a depressing thought.

  All my life I thought that being single was the way to go, but now that I’ve met Emily… Now that I’ve caught a glimpse of what my life could be like with the right woman by my side… How am I supposed to go back to my old ways?

  “Mm…” Emily groans, rolling to the side and laying one hand on my chest. She opens her eyes lazily, and then looks up at me, offering me a smile. “You awake? I thought I heard you say my name…” she whispers, and I just look away from her. I stare at the long shadows covering the whole room, the thoughts inside my head like dead tree branches, gloomy and scary.

  “No… Go back to sleep,” I whisper back at her, stroking her hair softly.

  “You too…” she says, trailing off as she closes her eyes. A few seconds later and she’s back asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily. I lie there, in the dead of the night, the silence and the shadows as my sole company.

  Is this how it feels when your heart starts to fucking crack?

  Emily

  “Argh,” I sigh, throwing my spoon into the soup in front of me. I ordered a soup because I’m trying to be strict about my diet, but now I’ve already regretted my decision; all I want right now is a greasy burger.

  “Someone’s in a mood today,” Lana chuckles to herself, taking a large bite out of her burger. Damn it, couldn’t she have ordered a salad or something?

  “Oh, shut up,” I whisper, grabbing my spoon again and taking it to my mouth. It doesn’t taste as good as a cheeseburger, but I think my waistline will thank me in the following weeks.

  “Seriously babe, what’s going on?” Lana asks me, and I stare down at my soup, almost as if I expect to see the answers to all of life’s questions floating in there. “It’s about WineBar, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, it is,” I admit with a heavy sigh, raising my gaze and looking into her eyes. “It’s just that… ugh, I don’t even know anymore!” I continue, once more throwing the spoon into my soup. “I want things to remain casual but —”

  “But at the same time you don’t,” Lana finishes my sentence for me, nodding gravely. We’ve know each other long enough for her to be able to read my mind with one passing glance, but I guess she doesn’t even need to do it today; I’ve been acting kinda funky, and she has already picked up on that.

  “Maybe? I don’t know. It’s just that he acted a little odd the last time we were together.”

  “Odd? Like what? Did he want you to dress up like a pirate? Is that kind of odd we’re talking about?” She asks me and, for once, I can’t tell if she’s being serious or teasing me.

  “No,” I frown. “It’s not like that.”

  “Oh,” she say
s, “too bad. Pirates are fun,” she whispers wistfully and, for a fraction of a second, I can’t stop myself from imagining with excruciating detail the kind of action she must be getting with her husband whenever they’re alone. Ugh, now I’ll never see pirates in the same light again, that’s for sure.

  “Don’t even elaborate on that, please,” I tell her, still frowning.

  “Oh, don’t worry. I wasn’t about to. But, seriously, what’s up with WineBar then?”

  “I’m not sure… Things were going well, you know? We went at it in his office, and later on he invited me to go over to his place and —”

  “And you did it,” she says, finishing my sentence for me again. “I already know that. I spent the whole night waiting for you to call so that we could start working on the new outline, but voilá, you were busy with Mr. 12 Inches.”

  “Stop calling him that,” I protest, although I have to admit; the name fits him like a glove. Even though I wrote a book called 12 Inches, I never thought one day I’d actually meet a guy that hung. Talk about self-fulfilling prophecies.

  “You were the one who told me he was huge,” Lana shrugs, and this time I let my frown go. I crack a slight smile and shrug right back at her. Oh, well, I guess I did tell her that.

  “So, in the morning, we woke up and —”

  “Woah, stop right there!” Lana says, raising one open hand and narrowing her eyes. “Are you telling me you’ve slept over? Like, really sleep? Oh, it’s happening, Em, I can feel it!”

  “No, it isn’t happening. And that’s exactly it. I know we’ve agreed to keep it casual, but he actually brought that up the moment we woke up… I mean, he mentioned it three times! Three times! Like, I got it the first time, no need to be repeating that all morning.”

  “So… I’m guessing that kinda ruined the mood, huh?” she asks me, taking another massive bite out of her burger. Swear to God, if she doesn’t finish it soon enough, I’m going to rip it off her hands and devour it with one single bite.