by Alexis Angel
When he licks me one last time, sending another round of shudders through my body, he stands, looking me in the eye and lifting a corner of his mouth in a cocky smirk.
“Think we can continue working on this project? We work well enough together for you?”
Uh, yeah.
I grin. “I think we’ll do just fine.”
I get dressed again and grab my phone, texting my friend Tatum to see if she wants to get dinner later. I know exactly what I’m doing tonight. Spilling all the deets about my naughty professor.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and look up at Oliver. “Now, how about that coffee?”
Oliver
I scrub my hand over my face as I push my laptop away from me and go to the kitchen for some more coffee. It’s going to be a long night, and I need caffeine to get me through it.
I want to get more done on my dissertation, but yet again I can’t focus. Ana has invaded my thoughts for the last two days. Against my better judgment, I asked her to get something to eat with me tonight, but she said she was going to see the Gravity concert at The Garden with a friend. Backstage passes.
Ridiculous as it is, part of me is jealous. Wondering if she’s going to hook up with some rock star.
I don’t really know her. She was going down on me in my office the day she met me. Who knows if that’s her thing? She’s the one wanting to do her term project on pushing boundaries and questioning why things are taboo. Maybe she’s one of those girls that feels like everything is an option. Spreading the love and all that.
I smile. I can see her being like that. Seizing every moment and every opportunity. It’s intriguing, just like the rest of her. I like how easy and free she seems.
Doesn’t mean I like the idea of some other guy putting his hands on her, though. Or in her.
I groan, tipping my head back. She felt so good coming on my fingers in my office. I want her on my cock next time.
I grab my phone, scrolling through the dirty texts she sent me earlier, shaking my head and laughing. She’s something else. I start to send her a text, then think better of it. I need to focus. Get some work done.
Yeah. Right.
By midnight, I’m just a jittery, horny mess, strung out on coffee and the need to get my hands on that girl. I gave up trying to work on my dissertation hours ago.
Maybe I need to get out. Go grab a drink or something. I’m almost out the door when my phone buzzes. I grab it and open up the message.
Ana: I think I need some extra credit.
I grin and tap out a quick response.
Me: I think your performance has been perfect so far.
Ana: Maybe I’m an overachiever.
She definitely gives it her best.
Me: Did you have something particular you’d like to work on improving?
I laugh out loud at the naughty professor games we’re playing.
Ana: Yeah. I think I want to go deeper.
Me: I promise I can go very deep.
Ana: Where are you?
Does she mean tonight? My dick jumps to life. Ready to go at the mere prospect.
Me: Thought you were at a concert?
Ana: My friend ditched me to bang the lead singer.
Well okay then. I text her my address.
Ana: Be there in twenty.
Looks like my night is taking an unexpected turn. One I certainly won’t complain about.
Twenty minutes later she’s standing in my doorway, looking all kinds of fuckable in a short skirt, tight shirt, and black boots. I grab her hand and yank her inside.
I don’t even say anything. Just grab her face and press my lips to hers. She responds instantly. Hungry. Needy. Crawling over me as much as I’m crawling all over her. Like we can’t get close enough fast enough.
I know there’s a scientific explanation for it, but it feels like more than that. Like something between me and Ana is combustible. Undeniable. Our bodies are drawn to each other, but there’s another connection there. In just a couple of days, I’ve seen enough of what’s beneath the surface to know that she’s an intriguing mess of contradictions that I want to lose myself in.
But right now, I want to lose myself inside her body. The one writhing against me, pressing against my throbbing cock.
I grab her thighs and hoist her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. I slam her back against the wall, holding her there with my body while my hands work her shirt over her head and toss it aside. Her bra follows right behind, leaving her full tits right there for the taking.
I close my mouth over her hard, pink nipple, pulling at it with my teeth while I pinch the other between my fingers. She gasps, squeezing her legs tighter. Pulling me even closer as if she can’t get close enough.
“Need you, Oliver,” she pants as my lips seal over her tit, sucking hard until she’s grinding on me, desperate for friction.
“I’m going to make you cum all night, baby. Don’t you worry. Over and over and over again.”
She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. Hooking an arm under her ass and another up and around her neck, I carry her to my bedroom.
“You ready for this, Ana? You ready for my cock?”
I set her on the bed and rid myself of my clothes, standing in front of her naked. She scrambles up from the bed and crawls toward me, running her hands all over my body as if she can’t touch me enough.
“I’m so ready for it. I want it so bad.”
I groan. She’s so perfect. Ready and willing and wild and wanting.
I yank her boots off and pull her skirt down right after until all she’s wearing are deep red lace panties. So fucking sexy. I peel them slowly down her thighs, then lift them to my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Her eyes go wide and dark, her breath coming out in heaving, needy gasps.
I wink. “You ready for that extra credit?”
Ana
Am I ever. I’m ready to take any and every assignment Oliver is willing to give me. And when I look down at his cock, so thick and straight, I know he’s definitely going to go deeper, just like he teased earlier. But it’s no joke. The man is huge, and I know he’s going to hit me in all the right places once he’s inside of me.
I can’t stop looking at him, touching him, kissing him. He guides me back on the bed, whispering, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”
“Close your eyes,” he says when he comes back to me. I do, then I feel him press something small against my lips. “Trust me. Taste this and tell me what you think it is.”
I roll the little round and juicy bead in my mouth, then bite down on it. A pomegranate seed. I wink. “Sweet, but a little tart.”
“Just like I like it,” he laughs.
I open my eyes and eye him with a saucy grin. “Such a dirty professor.”
Running his hands up my stomach, he teases my nipples again, and my breath catches, the familiar tug down low making my pussy ache to be filled.
He grabs another seed and crawls up on the bed, taking my hips and flipping me until I’m on his lap, his hard shaft rubbing against my wetness.
Oliver takes the pomegranate seed and squeezes until the juice runs out, then spreads it over my nipples.
He leans forward and slowly, tantalizingly licks the juice from my tits. Moaning, I fist my fingers in his hair, holding his head against me. “God, I want you so much right now.”
Oliver stretches to reach his nightstand, grabbing a condom and sheathing his thick cock. Then he shifts, raising me above him until my pussy is just above his erection. Teasing me and tormenting me as he makes me wait, holding me just out of reach.
“Fuck me, Oliver,” I breathe.
His jaw ticks as if he’s barely maintaining control.
“Ana,” he bites out, his eyes flashing. “Tell me this isn’t just tonight. I don’t think I can get enough of you tonight. I need more of this.”
His words take me by surprise. Almost as much as my own reaction to them. Because that’
s what I want too. Even if it’s forbidden. I’m his student.
But I don’t care. I nod. “I want more of you, too,” I say softly. Then I smirk. “But if you don’t hurry up and give it to me already, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Can’t have that, can we? I kind of like your mind. It’s all kinds of complicated and sexy.” He grins.
Then he lowers me slowly on his cock, sliding into me completely, so very deep. So very full.
I begin moving, slowly at first, grinding my clit against him every time I sink down. Soon, we’re both moaning, picking up the pace, slamming into each other as we claw our way to ecstasy.
Suddenly, he flips me over, staying inside me the whole time. Then he goes even deeper. Fucking me so good that I don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly claimed by a man.
His cock slides in and out of me, the thick shaft dragging along my inner walls as I convulse and grip him, the friction driving me wild, sending me careening toward a cliff that I’m all too eager to fall from.
We cum together, his huge cock swelling and throbbing inside me as I pulse over and over again.
We collapse in a sweaty heap. Once we’ve caught our breath and the shocks have subsided, I look at him and flash my dimples.
“Well, professor, I think I’m doing quite well with your lessons. What do you think?”
He chuckles, playing with my nipple as he bends to bite my lip. “I think you’ll be passing with flying colors. Maybe even with honors. You’re definitely taking your dedication to your project above and beyond.” He frowns. “But maybe it was a fluke. I think I’m going to need you to show me again that you’ve learned your lesson.”
I reach down and grip his cock. “I think I can manage that.”
He’s already hard again, ready to go. So I get to work showing him what a quick study I am. The perfect student.
Did I say before that I’d much rather stay in bed than go to classes? Yeah, about that. I think I’ve finally found the perfect solution. Professor Mason’s class is one I can definitely get behind. I don’t even have to leave the bed.
12 Inches: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
12 Inches: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
I got a footlong. And it tastes so good.
You wanna tame Aidan Stone, you’re laboring in vain, darlin’.
There’s no way any woman alive can get over my body. My Greek God body, with my 8-pack abs and bedroom eyes.
Abby Cleveland thinks she can change me.
Make me less of a playboy. More responsible. Take my hard-partying, womanizing ways and make me into a pillar of respectability.
Well, good luck to her.
Because it’s me that’s going to change her.
I’m going to open up a whole new world for her. By using my body.
I’ll let you guess what part...
**Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes of MF, MFMM, and very mild FMF. HEA? You know it, babe.**
Aidan
"Welcome to the 2017 Romance Authors Guild of America Awards Ceremony," some stupid fucking idiot is announcing on the other side of the curtain. "If you’ll raise your glasses in a toast, I’d like to introduce you to your hostess for the evening."
Yeah, I don't fucking know who the fuck is out there introducing the hostess. I don’t really fucking care at this point in the game. Why, you ask?
"Oh, fuck, baby, that’s it," Susan moans lewdly in front of me as she juts her ass out at me and I plunge into her with my 12-inch cock. Her elegant black dress is hiked up and her thong is on the floor. My trousers are at my feet and I’m pounding her ass mercilessly. Just as the bottom of her dress is hiked up, the top of her dress is lowered, giving my hands no obstacle as I reach over and squeeze her tits, pinching her pink nipples and making her throw her head back in ecstasy.
That’s fucking why.
"It’s my deep honor to introduce you to USA Today Bestselling Author, Alyssa Moore," that unnamed twat on the other side of the curtain that separates me from the stage continues.
Wait a fucking second. Alyssa Moore?
I look over the backside of the woman that I’m fucking. She’s got long dark brown hair. Fuck, her pussy’s not tight in the least, but it’s getting the job done. Her face isn’t much to look at. I guess I can grab her ass – she does have an alright ass. But when you’ve gotten as much fucking pussy as I have, this girl doesn’t really seem that fucking special.
But wait one moment. I need to ask her something.
"Susan," I say as I keep thrusting in and out and even time my words with my thrusts. At least that’s what it seems like. "What’s your last name again, love?"
That’s a pretty fucking horrible question to ask a broad as you’re fucking her, isn’t it?
Well, it’s a damn sight better than asking her what her first name was—and yes, I’ve had to fucking do that before—so don’t judge me too fucking harshly. But why would you judge me at all? You love this shit. You wish you were right here with me, so I could fuck you with my thick, hard cock, don’t you?
Don’t you?
Don’t fucking lie to me.
I’m 6’ 3" of raw animal lust in a gorgeous fucking body. I have tattoos up and down my left arm. My muscles are cut with the precision of a diamond drill. My 8-pack abs and my pecs and deltoids showcase a body that’s crowned by my lean face and mysteriously dark brown eyes. I have close-cropped brown hair. And let’s not forget the monster 12-inch cock that’s ravaging this pussy right now. One foot of pussy pleasing power added onto a body of a fucking god.
If you don’t wish I was fucking you on the backstage of an awards dinner with the Who’s Who of the romance writing world, then I would seriously suggest that you rethink your priorities, love.
But enough about you and I. Let’s go back to her.
"What. Is. Your. Last. Name." I say the words with each thrust. They seem to drive her fucking crazy.
"Mo…unnngnhh," she attempts, but my cock goes inside of her and pleasure courses through her body.
"Try again," I gasp. I can’t fucking help it. I’m getting close to cumming.
"Mo….Moore," she finally manages to gasp in between shudders.
Oh fuck. It can’t be.
"Do you have a sister named Alyssa?" I ask, my ears perking up to what the lady on the other side of the curtain is saying. Luckily, people are still applauding and she’s just saying thank you to the folks.
"What? Yeah, I have an older…unghh…sister. Unghh…Alyssa. Why?" Susan asks. Remarkably, I haven’t stopped pounding her. But I can multi-task during my fuck – see love, you thought I was just some dumb stud with a 12-inch cock, didn’t you? I’m Aidan Stone.
That’s right.
You knew there was a good reason you were attracted to me from the very first word in this chapter.
I am THE Aidan Stone. I’ve graced hundreds of romance novel covers around the world. You have, and will, and probably are, fucking touching yourself as you look at my body on the books by Eddie Cleveland or Simone Sowood.
Basically, I parlayed my looks into something fucking real—a fucking enviable portfolio of book covers and modeling gigs. And besides, I have goals. Professional goals that I’ve been trying to get to. What are they?
Wait a fucking second. I’m gonna cum soon, and I want to rip off my condom and cum all over this bitch. We’ll get back to this history lesson in a few minutes, alright love?
Besides, it turns out that I’m fucking the sister of the girl I used to fuck. How fucking crazy is that?
That’s right. Now you want me, don’t you? Because I fucked Alyssa Moore – USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author who goes around as the Champion of fucking Humanity. I don’t even know if she writes as many books nowadays. She spends most of her time trying to save the world from blowing itself up. Goes around the world with her curvy fucking ass and big fucking tits and dick-sucking lips and tal
ks about how we should stop using fucking land mines or some shit.
Yeah, I fucked her for two weeks. I thought it would help me get a cover from her publisher. That I’d get an introduction so that I’d be on the cover of a Sinful Reads book. I’d get some pussy from it too, and I wasn’t complaining. I mean that horny bitch jumped my fucking bones the day she met me. Knocked on my hotel room door and without a word got on her knees and began to suck my cock. Used to love it when I sprayed my thick cum all over her body. She used to scoop it up with her fingers and make a purring noise as she would swallow my semen.
How long ago did I meet her?
That’s the fucking rub.
Two fucking weeks ago. That’s right. I sent her a text today – this morning as soon as my private jet touched down in New York City. I figured she lives in New York and I have to be here for this awards show that they’re having so why not kill two birds with one stone and break up with her before the fucking dinner.
So I dropped by her place. I needed to find her. It was obvious that Sinful Reads wasn’t going to be giving me a cover. It became even more apparent that I wasn’t gonna get a fucking cover when Alyssa decided to drop Sinful Reads as a publisher a few days ago. So yeah, when I got into New York, I was ready to talk to her at long last about what I really wanted from her—not her pussy, but her covers. What I didn’t know was that she lived with her fucking sister, and that her sister was a slut as well. I mean, a little bit of banter with the sister and all of a sudden I have a date for this Romance Author awards dinner. And not even a single glass of wine and she’s dropping her panties and hiking up her skirt and I’m fucking her from behind.
Go fucking figure. Only problem is that along the way, I had to end things with Alyssa. So, I sent her a text.
Don’t fucking look at me like that. When she first showed up, I told her this was temporary and it would probably be over in two weeks. She seemed okay with it at the time. And every time I mentioned it, she would brush it off. Well, I wasn’t fucking lying, love.
