12 Inches
A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Alexis Angel
Naughty Angel Publishing
Contents
Description
Also by Alexis Angel
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis
Another Word From Alexis
1. Aidan
2. Abby
3. Aidan
4. Abby
5. Aidan
6. Abby
7. Abby
8. Aidan
9. Abby
10. Aidan
11. Abby
12. Aidan
13. Abby
14. Abby
15. Aidan
16. Aidan
17. Abby
18. Abby
19. Abby
20. Aidan
21. Abby
22. Aidan
23. Abby
24. Abby
25. Abby
26. Abby
A Note From Alexis
Another Note From Alexis
27. Lance
28. New York Daily Journal
29. Jocelyn
30. Lance
31. Jocelyn
32. Jocelyn
33. Lance
34. Jocelyn
35. Lance
36. Jocelyn
37. Lance
38. Lance
39. Jocelyn
40. Lance
41. Jocelyn
42. New York Daily Journal
43. Lance
44. Jocelyn
45. New York Daily Journal
46. Lance
47. Jocelyn
48. Lance
49. New York Daily Journal
50. Jocelyn
51. Jocelyn
52. Lance
53. New York Daily Journal
54. Jocelyn
55. Lance
56. Jocelyn
57. Lance
58. Jocelyn
59. Lance
60. New York Daily Journal
61. Jocelyn
62. Lance
63. Michael
64. Jocelyn
65. New York Daily Journal
66. Jocelyn
A Goodbye From Lance
Another Goodbye From Alexis
Yet Another Goodbye From Jocelyn
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67. Lisa
68. Diesel
69. Lisa
70. Diesel
71. Lisa
72. Lisa
73. Lisa
74. Lisa
75. Diesel
76. Lisa
77. Lisa
78. Diesel
79. Lisa
80. Lisa
81. Lisa
82. Diesel
83. Lisa
84. Lisa
85. Lisa
Also By Mona Cox
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86. Carla
87. Chase
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12 Inches
A Secret Baby Dark Romance
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Alexis Angel
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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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.**
This book is dedicated to Cheryl and CJ.
And Bacon, Ewok, Vicky, Tanya, Wild Child, and Hope, Les, and Drea along with the Naughty Angels who came before them.
Also by Alexis Angel
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Dirty Lil’ Angels
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Alexis
A Note From Alexis
Well hello there, ladies!
Let me first begin by introducing myself. My name is Alexis Angel. I write steamy contemporary romance. Steamy is another word, I guess, for dirty. And dirty is another word for fun! In fact, the dirtier the better because at heart I’m just a bad girl looking to have some fun.
Having fun is why I do this. And, I’m just having fun in the next few hundred pages, doing what I do with a wink and a nod. It’s supposed to bring out some emotions and give you a chance to forget about your cares for a little bit. That’s all I’m looking to do.
Some people want realism in their books. I say reality is too depressing. So you might see certain things as over the top or ridiculous in terms of never being realistically possible. Yeah, I agree. You’re coming into the world of Alexis by turning the page. Into a world where you have twin stepbrother quarterbacks with 12 inch …uhmm…appendages… that fall in love with their stepsister, where you have dragons who shift into billionaire BDSM rock stars, and so on. Anyways, I think reality should take a second place to fun.
So I just wanted to say that, in case you know, you were hoping for like super real. The men and women in the pages below represent the best, and worst, of all of us as a collective whole. This is all about leaving your cares for the world behind, as we hold hands, and just for a little while go on a journey that makes us smile. And hopefully a lil’ wetter than before.
Kisses!
Alexis xoxox
Another Word From Alexis
Hey babes!
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Even if it’s asking you to go to the beginning and review, please close the book at the page you end at after the story - there is a bonus book after this - and then review if you need to.
The Page Flip issue seriously kills page reads for me, so I’m thanking you in advance!
Love!
Alexis xoxoxox
1
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.”
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.
“…I just want to thank everyone who has ever supported the causes I believe in,” Alyssa speaks. “But I also want to take a moment to reach out in the world to a man tonight. This man is incredible and I can’t get him out of my head. He has literally taken me to a new level when we’re … together.”
Oh, fuck. This can’t be good. I slow down my thrusting into Susan as I listen to her sister speak. I’m getting close to cumming and I don’t want to ruin it by having to listen to Alyssa. I mean, sure she was fun, bu
t that’s all she was. I mean, I was trying to get to her publisher after all. She wasn’t anything fucking special and I made sure she knew that from the first day. Truth be told, she was a bit of a fucking princess. As a male model, it’s easy for me to say, but I hate people who have all this entitlement about them.
Then what about me? Yeah, I’m a fucking asshole too. I freely fucking acknowledge that, love. I’ll even say it again. Fucking asshole. Me.
But let’s get back to Alyssa because she starts talking again.
“If you’re out there in the audience, Aidan Stone, I just want you to know that I will do anything to get you back,” Alyssa says into the microphone. Even I can hear gasps go through the hushed room. I mean, what would Alyssa say if she knew I was just a few feet from her, fucking her sister – only separated by a curtain in a section of the stage that’s closed off and only accessible by sneaking in? “I can’t go on without you, Aidan.”
Okay, I’m fucked.
But if I’m fucked, it just fucking does something else to Susan.
“Oh fuck, she’s talking about you!” Susan screams and turns her head back to me and begins thrusting her ass into my crotch harder. It’s as if fucking me while her sister is begging me to take her back is turning her on.
Sometimes I just don't understand fucking women.
“Oh fuck baby, you're fucking me so good, just like you used to fuck Alyssa,” Susan moans out. It sounds so dirty that my cock can’t help but twitch inside of her. I have no idea if anyone can hear us, but I sure as fuck hope not.
“Keep it down, babe,” I whisper at her. But it’s no use. Susan has succumbed to the curse of my cock – and she’s begun to cum. Hard. And loud.
“Holy fuck Aidan, I’m cumming!” Susan literally yells and now I know that people can hear us because I hear Alyssa yell out, “Who’s back there?”