Just One Inch

“Get me out of here,” she whispered, trembling. So the little girl was afraid of heights, yeah? Perfect way to press my advantage.

“Before we go …” I said, my voice trailing off as I swooped in for a kiss. More like a mind-blowing assault on the brunette’s lips. Her pout was pink and perfect, like a rosebud waiting to blossom, and I couldn’t help but unwind and unleash. My tongue traced her lips before thrusting roughly into that sweet cavern, her startled reaction instinctive but quickly subdued as she melted in my arms. It was sweet, sensual … and about to get nasty if I had my way.

3

Tina

He was domineering. Arrogant. And breathtakingly gorgeous. The man had to be at least six four, solid with muscle, pecs hard as he wrapped his brawny arms around me. I don’t know what exactly happened but somehow he jimmied a door open on the terrace and we were inside a bedroom. Not just any bedroom, but the most massive, opulent space I’d ever seen.

Inside was a huge bed, upholstered in rich blue linen, the mahogany wood gleaming in the low light. Scattered throughout the room were priceless antiques, arranged on what looked to be equally expensive rugs, but I’m no expert. Besides, I had no time to study the furnishings. Instead, I was gazing at a massive, magnificent male form before me, one that I’d never seen the likes of.

It’s not that I’m a prude, it’s just that I’m always outshone by my sisters, you know? It’s not just Jenna with the lithe, sinuous body and gleaming blonde hair. I also have two younger sisters, Callie and Karina, who are stunners in training. Even at sixteen I can tell they’re going to be a handful based on the number of breathless comments on their Instagram selfies.

Plus, I’ve been so focused on my career that I don’t have a life. I’m at law school, but for all the right reasons. I love corporate finance and it sounds boring to most folks, but I’m looking to be a tax lawyer, someone who helps families and corporations best structure their investments to minimize their tax burden. Cayman Island shelters? Check. Reinsurers based in Bermuda? Check. If it’ll help my clients, then I’m on it.

But it means that I’m up all night, hitting the books. Unfortunately, last night wasn’t an aberration. I really do study around the clock, pulling all nighters as needed. It does a lot of damage to my looks, my health, and my psychological well-being. Plus, I need to get a job asap just to pay back the six figure loans I’ve taken on.

So I was in shock, being in the same room with this gorgeous man, given that my constant companions are usually weighty textbooks.

“Um …” I stuttered. “Umm …”

I wish I could say that I’d had the grace of a Cinderella waiting to break free inside, but I was just plain old me.

The man wasn’t deterred though. With sinuous dexterity, he started unbuttoning his shirt, a massive bronzed chest coming into view. My mouth watered and I felt my knees go weak.

“Ummm,” I stuttered again. Dammit! Why couldn’t I get my tongue untied? Maybe it was the sheer masculinity of the man before me, and the fact that I was practically salivating looking at all that bronzed flesh.

The man didn’t bother to answer. In a flash, his jeans were off and holy shit, if it wasn’t the biggest tool I’d ever seen. I gasped in reaction. I’ve never made love before but I admit I’ve watched porn on my laptop and ohmygod, this guy had something that rivaled A-list stars. It punched out from his waist, the pole deep purple and riveting, veined and throbbing so hard that it vibrated, begging for my touch.

Like a slave, I fell to my knees before the massive tool. My eyes were level with the shaft, and I cupped his balls in my hands before leaning forward to lick the tip of his glans with my tongue.

The man let out a harsh, guttural moan, grasping the back of my head and winding his fingers through my hair.

“That’s it, little girl, taste my seed,” he growled, his face clenched in anticipation.

I have to admit, I was already addicted to the slightly salty tang on my lips and watched with fascination as a bead of white formed at the tip of his pole, that stickiness alluring and 100% male. I leaned forward again, this time fastening my mouth around the head of his cock, sucking on his crown, and savoring the taste of man milk as my hands gently massaged his balls.

“Unnnf,” he groaned, throwing his head back, showing off a muscular, broad neck. God, this guy really was Adonis. I could see the ridges of his abs just inches from my face, and the heavy thighs were those of a man who worked out. He was definitely not some paper-pushing nerd.