by Abby Angel
Setting the camera down, I disrobe along with Aurora. Of course, my massive cock is on display. There’s no hiding it. Her eyes are on me, measuring the size and scope of what she’s about to take in.
I want to take tonight slowly. No need to rush this fuck. My brothers won’t be involved tonight. I can take my time—and I plan on doing so.
I close the space between us, lifting her chin to kiss her. Her soft lips caressing mine can make a sober man drunk. She gets to my head quicker than any woman ever has.
I move my hands down her back, pulling her body close to mine. I want Aurora to feel the hardness of my cock against her belly. She’s so hot for it that I can feel the warmth of her pussy.
I want to be inside of her, but not yet. I have something special for this one.
Picking her up, I carry Aurora over to the bed in the center of the room. It’s one that we use as a prop, but not today. Today, I plan on christening that bed.
“Wait here for a minute. I have plans for you, little lady,” I say, my voice raspy with want.
The studio has a fully functioning kitchen, and if I remember right, there’s a jar of hot fudge. Putting it in the microwave for about 90 seconds, I see that it melts nicely. Swiping my finger through the hot syrup, I check to make sure that the sweet confection is the perfect temperature.
I bring it out to her, fully intending to make a mess of the studio space.
“What’s that?” Aurora asks.
She’s naked on the bed at my full disposal.
“A little chocolate to sweeten the deal,” I respond, smirking.
With my right hand, I snap a few pictures of Aurora lying there naked. The blush on her skin will look good on film. I haven’t even begun, and yet she’s so fucking ready. How is this girl not a professional model?
I straddle her legs, holding the spoon over her tits. The first drop of warm dark fudge lands on her right nipple. Smirking, I watch a chocolate trail down the side of her breast.
Snap!
Another picture caught on film. I don’t know how many I’m taking at this point, but I just keep clicking, not wanting to miss a moment of her beautiful naked body.
It’s all for me this time. My eyes alone will see these pictures, and she’ll be forever etched into my memory—as if she already isn’t there.
I dribble the heated syrup down her stomach. Little does she know, I’m making myself a path for my tongue to follow.
“Spread those legs open for me,” I say.
My lips curl into a smile. I have wicked desires as I drop the first speck of chocolate on Aurora’s clit. Before it’s messed up, I take a few pictures of what I would call a perfect late-night snack.
My cock is throbbing. Setting the jar of sweet confections down, I stroke my cock nice and slow. From the base to the head, I stroke till the head pulsates.
“Rub your pussy for me. Smear that chocolate over your cunt,” I demand.
“Won’t I make a mess?” Aurora asks.
“I sure fucking hope so,” I say through gritted teeth.
As she moves her hand down her flat stomach, the chocolate collects on the tips of her fingers. It’s hot as hell to watch. The entire act will be a part of my collection—my personal collection.
“Oh, fuck,” Aurora moans as she locks eyes with me.
I watch her slender fingers part her pussy lips. The way the warm fudge coats her fingers is enticing. Her clit is now disappearing into a mountain of gooey decadence.
My hand stays on my big cock, stroking, masturbating with her. When she pushes her two candy-coated fingers inside of her pussy, I almost lose it.
I love watching her masturbate. My camera will pick up all her guilty pleasures.
“Stuff your fingers inside. I need to lick the sweetness out,” I say, smirking when Aurora does what I demand.
“I want your cock, Declan,” Aurora whispers.
“This?” I say rubbing the length of my shaft. “You want this?”
She nods her head, and I smile.
I move my hand faster, but I don’t want to come. Not yet. If I have Aurora alone, well, I plan on taking advantage of my time.
I’ve got all the pictures I need of her masturbating. My cock is throbbing to feel her mouth. Pouring chocolate on my cock, I take a few photos.
“Okay, baby, crawl over here and suck it.” I growl.
Without hesitation, Aurora is on her hands and knees, crawling to me. This simple act is one of the hottest I’ve ever seen. Her hands leave stains on the white sheets. I don’t care about the mess—all I want is that mouth.
Aurora wraps her slender fingers around my shaft. She licks off the chocolate and moans with each flick of her tongue.
“Mm, fuck!” I growl.
Does she even know how good that feels? Does she know how fucking beautiful and innocent she is and how much that turns me on?
I find it hard to hold the camera steady.
Aurora moves her mouth down on my cock. The entire twelve inches disappear. Is she addicted to chocolate, or to my massive member? The world may never know.
My body stiffens. I can’t get enough of this woman. The pictures of her sucking my cock won’t do on the walls. Those are mine; I don’t want strangers to see her talents.
With my free hand, I wrap my fingers through her hair. Each thrust of my hips is met with the force of her throat closing, still trying to take me in. I’m too big for her to take in, but I try all the same. I don’t stop until I’m sated, and she leaves red lipstick around my cock.
I can’t handle the way her mouth feels. It’s too fucking sweet.
She pulls back, and I look into her eyes. Those familiar sparks of seduction and enmeshment surround us. Does she feel it, too?
Aurora might be new to sex, but she’s a naturally good at sucking cock—my cock.
Leaning down, I kiss her lips, tasting the chocolate on them. My tongue collects some of the sweetness.
“Lay back and open those legs wide for me,” I growl, my voice full of need.
Aurora does as she’s told. Her long legs spread wide to reveal her beautiful pussy. Goddamn, she makes me want to fuck every inch of her body.
Without waiting, I bury my face in that sweet cunt. Licking the chocolate from Aurora’s pussy lips, I feel like I’m complete for once.
Long strikes of my tongue into her pussy keep her moaning for more. The tip of my tongue is sliding into her, and she loves it. Fuck, she’s like a warm, chocolate waterfall.
I place my hands under her ass, lifting her to my mouth. Not just the pussy this time. I eat her asshole till she cries with pleasure.
“Say you want this,” I tell her.
“Eat my ass. Oh, fuck, Declan. Yes! God!” Aurora cries.
There’s something about a proper woman using dirty words in the bedroom. Her sweet voice saying those nasty words makes my cock harder than ever.
“I need to fuck you so bad right now,” I say, panting through each word.
I place her back down on the bed, positioning myself between her legs. I slide my cock between her pussy lips, wetting it. I’m shaking with want.
“Ready for me to pound this cunt?” I whisper.
Her nod is all I need. Pushing my cock between her lips, fully engulfing myself in her pussy, I feel as if I can finally unleash.
“Oh, fuck, Aurora, I fucking need this pussy so bad,” I say, as I thrust in deep with each stroke.
If my brothers only knew what I was doing. Would they be jealous or mad?
Fuck them. I deserve to have this woman beneath me. You don’t let something this perfect go to waste, right?
Chapter 36
Aurora
The taste of Declan remains on my lips.
I swirl my tongue over the taste of his essence and watch him the entire time.
I can’t get enough.
The mixture of decadent chocolate and pre-cum is an aphrodisiac.
I spread my legs like he tells me, and I’m impaled w
ith twelve inches of hard cock.
Oh my god!
Does he even know how good that cock feels? My slender slit spreads wide open when Declan takes my cunt. That honey trap is already seeping enough to coat his cock with slick juices.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop, Declan,” I scream.
I know he won’t. He can’t stop fucking me, just like I can’t stop needing him. I was surprised when he called me today, but I must admit I’ve wanted this since the last time we were together.
Having three men take my virginity was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. I’ve found my true self—at least I hope this is what it is. The bad girl inside of me is coming to life, and it feels empowering.
I’m breathless and panting as his cock pumps hard into me, and my pussy walls clench around him. Every stroke inside of me feels like the first time. Declan is so big that I can feel the veins of his cock pulsating inside my pussy.
These brothers are exceptional when it comes to sex. I can only imagine how they are on an everyday basis.
My hands can’t stop exploring. I move them down his back and drag my fingernails on his skin, trying to pull him into me harder. I can’t deny myself the satisfaction of leaving my mark on him.
I arch my back to allow Declan deeper access to my body. I might’ve been a virgin before, but my inner vixen is becoming unleashed.
All I can think about is the feel of his cock stretching me, and all I can see is the darkened look in his eyes.
“Oh, god, Declan, please,” I beg.
I watch his eyes as he pumps into my pussy. The more intense he is, the darker his green eyes become.
I could get lost in them, but I don’t dare. Looking straight at him feels too intimate. So, I break away from his gaze but moan in pleasure as he delivers me the thrill of a fucking lifetime.
I feel the orgasm building within me, and it threatens to be a big one, one that could possibly destroy me.
Will I ever come down from the high of being with Declan?
“Oh, I’m going to break that pussy, Aurora,” he says.
My legs are shaking, quaking. Unable to keep them still, I wrap them around his waist. Every fiber of my being is on fire for this man, and it rips through my entire body in torrents.
First was the chocolate, then the masturbation...and now the way he’s fucking me.
Snap!
Snap!
Declan takes pictures of us even as we fuck. He pulls out of me, and I whimper. I want him inside me.
Then, he captures images of my soaking wet pussy with his camera. I blush.
“You look so goddamn good with your pussy stretched open like that,” he says.
Declan is sexy. His broody nature is dark and intense. He’s an artist through and through. I’ve always been around men who are fun-loving—my dad, and my brother (pre-addiction).
Now though, I find myself falling for an artist who’s more demanding than I’m used to. Everything with him is profound and heightened. He makes me feel like I’m finally living.
Every snap of his camera emboldens me to let my inner sex goddess loose. And he’s so commanding; I love being dominated by that.
The flash from the camera keeps lighting up the room. I never thought that I’d be okay with being on camera, much less being naked on camera, but something about him makes me want to be on display.
He sees something in me that I don’t...maybe it’s beauty or intrigue...or maybe I’m flattering myself. But just being in Declan’s presence makes me feel like I’m special.
Besides, I want to see how he sees me, through the lens of his camera, rather than how I look at myself. Declan is a fantastic artist. I know he will do me justice.
“Smile for the camera,” Declan says teasingly.
All I can think about is having more of that thick cock. And soon, I’m not disappointed.
I smile just as his cock pushes back inside my tight pussy. My mouth opens to a scream as the flash goes off.
He gets me right at the pinnacle. I’m close to coming. I want to let go.
My body shakes like a tremor before an earthquake. Waves build. I scratch my fingernails down his back as the heat takes over.
“Oh, fuck! I’m going to come,” I scream, and my body stiffens before I shake with pleasure.
My body’s twisting and turning beneath Declan, writhing in the torment of a deep orgasm. And he doesn’t stop taking pictures of me.
I don’t know if this is something I want to be photographed. I only want to experience the plunge.
“Come all over my fucking cock,” Declan orders.
My body is out of control, and my heart races. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon. Declan has my body out of control, and I love it.
After I come hard, Declan pulls out of my pussy, taking a few more pictures of me lying on the studio bed.
“Bend over for me. I need to fuck you from behind,” Declan says.
I brush my long blonde hair back from my face. I don’t take my eyes off Declan. There’s something about this man that draws me closer to him with just a look.
“Okay. I need you!” I confess to him.
Adjusting my body to rest on my hands and knees, I look back over my shoulder at Declan. My bottom lip is between my teeth, and I cast him a seductive smile knowing he’ll capture it on camera.
Snap!
Another picture of me, this time from behind. He must have hundreds at this point.
I don’t know why he’s taking all of them, but I don’t complain. I don’t know if I could stop him.
He’s in control; not me. And besides, I like all the attention.
Declan positions his body behind mine, slapping his cock against my ass.
“You want this inside of you?” he asks.
I shake my head, still looking at Declan.
“Please. Fuck me. Please, Sir,” I whisper.
“That’s my girl. You remembered your manners. And now I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”
The head of Declan’s cock moves up and down my pussy lips. He is teasing me with his rock hard cock. My fingers grip the sheets on the bed to help me stay centered.
“I want it, Declan. I need you.”
“Then fucking take it all!” he growls, shoving his entire cock inside me.
“Oh shit!” I cry.
Twelve inches of cock spread my pussy wide open. My breath is taken away when he’s entirely inside me.
Dropping my head forward, my hair covers my face. Declan grips my hips as he slams deep inside my core. When he pushes in, I push back.
The impact can be heard through the entire room.
Our bodies slam together in a motion that’s in perfect sync. The sound of breathing, bodies colliding, and moans sends chills up and down my spine.
I love the way this man is making me fall for him.
I don’t even realize how, but do I want him to stop? No! Not a fucking chance.
We melt together as if our bodies were meant to be this way.
Tonight is different than the last time. I like the one-on-one attention I’m getting from Declan.
I feel like something deeper and more lasting is forming between us. That it goes beyond just lust.
“You love this fucking cock, don’t you?” Declan asks.
I scream. My body does love the way he makes me need him. He pulls back so the head of his shaft is all that remains inside me.
I want more, but I don’t say anything. I want to push back and feel him consume me once more, but I don’t.
Snap!
Snap!
He takes picture after picture of his cock barely inside of my pussy walls. He’s an incredible lover. Until tonight, I found him hard to read.
He’s intense and private. I thought I’d never see him again, but here he is making memories of me on film. He’s changed everything with each stroke of his massive cock inside me.
“Say you want it,” he says, putting the camera down at last.
“I do,” my voice is shaking as I say the words. “Please Declan, fuck me so hard.”
With that, he pushes into me from behind, and I grip the sheets as he fills me up. He goes in slow and then finds a rhythm.
God, the feel of this man’s muscle tearing apart my pussy is everything, and he just keeps going and going.
“Baby,” I say. “I can’t take it all in. It hurts.”
“Finger your clit for me Aurora. It’ll help.”
I do as he says and, much to my delight, spirals and waves of pleasure come over me with each stroke of my clit. It’s true. The sensations coming from my clit do something to ease the pain.
“Oh, yeah, it feels so fucking good,” I cry as he pummels my tight little hole. “I think I’m gonna come.”
“That’s it baby, just let it go. Come for Daddy.”
“Yes, fuck. Fuck me harder.”
He does fuck me harder. And it hurts but feels good all at the same time. Reality’s starting to fade.
I rub my fingers over myself and soon the waves crash on top of one another into a climax that leaves me limp. I’m spinning and dizzy.
Declan pulls out, his hand slapping the firm cheek of my ass.
“Turn around. I want your mouth!” Declan says.
I lick my lips, still in a daze, and turn, crawling towards him like a hungry cat. I feel like a kitten that needs milk—his milk.
I look up at Declan, mouth open, and he grabs my head, pulling me to his cock.
“Open that pretty mouth wide and suck it,” he growls.
I take his cock between my lips. My tongue circles the head before he pushes his cock all the way down my throat. He doesn’t stop when I gag.
His cock is demanding I swallow all of him. He pumps in and out and pulls me in close.
“Fuck, Aurora, my little slut, take it down your throat,” he demands.
He thrusts deeply into my mouth, and I moan around his cock. I can tell he’s getting close. I feel the swell of his cock in my mouth.
Fluids run down my chin when he pulls back from my lips.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Open that pretty mouth and take it in deep,” he says, still pulling my head roughly against him.