12 Inches (Size Matters 1)

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Aidan

SLURP!!

That’s the sound Susan makes when her mouth lets go of my cock. Spit falls as she pulls he

r mouth apart. She’s shined my knob pretty fucking good.

“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?

Because as the host was announcing the Awards Dinner, Susan got on all fours and looked behind her. She gave me a stare so clouded in fucking lust that my cock shivered with delight as I stuck my 12 inches of lust muscle into her quivering hot pussy.

“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. That’s twice I’ve mentioned my footlong fuckstick.

I’m not gonna let you forget it. I’ll try and not mention it as much from now on if you promise to remember?

Deal?

Good. Let’s get back to that slut, Susan.

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 fucker on the other side of the curtain that separates me from the stage continues.

Wait a fucking second. Alyssa Moore?

Not the author, Alyssa fucking Moore?

Fucking Christ.

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. “You know your sister is out there presenting, babe??”

That’s a pretty fucking horrible question to ask a broad as you’re fucking her, isn’t it?

That her sister is just a few feet away from her.

Well, I’ve had to ask worse—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.

“Did you know Alyssa was going to be presenting?” 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, she’s ungggh….present…..award. 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 talks 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.

“Yeah, babe,” I say to Susan, not sure how to broach this subject. I continue my thrusting. “That’s your sister out there emceeing.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to her. Because she turns her head and tries to listen.