by Abby Angel
Just the thought of taking him this way, of having him fuck my mouth is enough to make me come. I swirl my fingers around my clit, wanting to climax with him. I barely have a chance to get started when the first jet of his hot cum streams down my throat.
Declan pulls out with a groan and strokes his cock, the spray of his cum hitting my face. I have so much of it that it drips down my face.
Snap!
Snap!
He takes pictures of me looking at the camera with his cum on my face. I give in to the moment and finger myself while he takes pictures of me covered in the gleam of his cum.
These pictures shake me deeply. I don’t like being photographed in such a personal way, but I trust him and so I allow my bad girl side to shine.
I pose for him in a seductive manner as I lick the cum off my body.
“Hmm, Daddy, you taste so good.” I smile up at him as I lick myself dry.
But I am still shaking. Tonight has been incredible, and I know that I will see the evidence in each picture.
Chapter 37
Declan
I’ve met the Energizer bunny in the form of a woman. Aurora may have been a virgin when I met her, but that body seems to crave sin.
My body shimmers with sweat and a lot of chocolate.
Tonight was damn good. I don’t regret a moment that I’ve spent alone with Aurora. I’ll catch shit for this tomorrow, but not tonight.
Pouring two drinks, I know now this bottle of wine was waiting for a reason. I had to open it tonight. That beautiful girl is the only one worthy of its vintage.
Walking back, I stop for a minute to take in the sight before me. Aurora has white fur draped around her body. Lying on the white backdrop, she looks like an angel.
I shake my head to bring myself back to the here and now. I could honestly stand here all day.
“I have some wine for you,” I say, sipping my own.
Aurora takes the glass, sipping it slowly.
“Thanks, babe,” she says appreciatively.
I shake my head. She’s adorable. Once I have a couple more pictures of her on the blanket, I’ll have my portfolio of Aurora ready. Pictures don’t lie—she’s fucking gorgeous.
Snap!
One last picture of Aurora before I print these.
I’m still hard for her. No matter how many times we’ve fucked tonight, she still keeps me hard.
I attach the camera to the computer, and it lights up, showing me how perfectly I’ve captured her beauty.
“How’s that wine?” I ask.
“The wine is delicious. I love it,” she says.
I sit down next to her so that we can scan her sexy photos. I can already see them adorning the walls of my penthouse.
The problem is, if I put them on display, I’ll never be able to invite anyone over ever again. I can’t stand the thought of someone seeing Aurora’s body the way I’ve seen it.
I chuckle to myself and know that these pictures are going to be kept under lock and key for my own private viewing pleasure.
I look over at Aurora, and she is licking the rim of her glass. Hmm. I remember similar movements on my cock not too long ago.
She looks over my shoulder at a photo of herself spread open and covered in chocolate. When I look at Aurora, I see she’s blushing.
“You look good. Look at that pussy,” I say.
Each picture that pops up makes my cock rise to action. I can’t get these out of my head.
Although if I had to choose one out of all of them, I think the one with the cum all over her face is the best.
Aurora covers her mouth.
“Oh my God! Look at this one,” Aurora says, pointing to the screen.
I look up with a smile on my face. The picture was one where Aurora’s clit was a little chocolate-covered cherry.
“Is that me? Is that really what I look like?” she asks.
Laughing, I shake my head because I’d heard that before. Working with models, it’s a common question.
Sometimes, the camera sees more than the naked eye. Most of them are in awe of the beauty they see.
With Aurora, I know the camera doesn’t see half of what I do. She’s even prettier in real life.
“Of course that’s you, baby, and you’re a fucking knockout. Get used to it.”
I refill our glasses, taking a moment to lean over and nibble her shoulder. Her skin’s a little salty from the workout, but I want more. I think, with Aurora, I will always want more.
A picture comes up that stops me immediately. I print it right away. It’s the photograph of Aurora with her face spray-painted with my cum.
“Look at this one,” I say.
“Oh God. Look how much cum is on my face!” Aurora whispers.
I hold it in my hand for a moment or two, studying the way she looks. I’m awestruck for a second. I spend my life photographing women, but this leaves me speechless.
“She’s beautiful. This girl right here. The way she has cum dripping down her cheek. She’s impossible to forget. I think that’s why I can’t stop thinking about her,” I confess.
I bet my brothers wish they could be me right now. I want to ask Aurora if she’s seen any of them since that night, but I don’t. I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that question.
“Is that how you see me? Beautiful—and with cum all over my face?” Aurora asks.
I shake my head. Why question when a man finds you attractive? I can never figure out women.
“My cum. Big difference. If it was someone else’s, maybe not,” I say, laughing.
I’m not a jealous man. A dominant one, but not jealous. Possessive but never insecure.
“You’re a beautiful woman,” I tell her. “You’re a sexual woman, one who’s just figuring that out.
“When you came to the car tonight, my cock was throbbing for you. You have the ability to make me want you, to crave you. I see an amazing woman when I look at you, Aurora. You’re someone on the cusp of finding her own place in the world. What do you see when you look in the mirror?”
I pour us both a fresh glass of wine while I wait for her response. I have a feeling that she is not as confident as she could be. Or at least, she’s not as aware of her own beauty and magnetism as I am.
Aurora picks up the picture. Her fingers move across the photo as though she’s savoring it.
“I’ve never thought this could be me. The girl in the picture is different than who I was a month ago. I knew I was attractive, but she’s…beautiful. I think that might be why I have a hard time seeing me as you see me,” Aurora says, her eyes on the picture.
I knew she would feel that way. Aurora is new to sexual explorations. A year from now, I probably won’t even recognize her.
Sure, her looks might be the same, but her soul will be changed, especially if she has me to teach her. I don’t plan on tonight being the last time we are together. I know I need more.
“That girl in the picture is perfect. Each time we’re together, she’ll grow into a woman. Not that you’re not one now, but you have so much to learn,” I say, hoping she understands.
I smile, reaching out to cup her chin, kissing her lips softly. I want her to know that she deserves to be here with me. She can make a grown man drunk with that seductive pout.
Aurora pulls back from the kiss. Our eyes are searching the other for something unknown.
“I understand. You see in me the woman I will one day be. I understand that now. I’m looking forward to this journey. Never once did I think that I would be that girl—the one in the picture. I like it, though. She’s me. She’s what you see,” Aurora says.
Aurora is a natural model. I fight the urge to grab the camera again. White fur covers her body just enough to tempt my desires.
I need to touch her once more. Reaching out, I move a single finger across her shoulder blade. My nail traces down her arm till I see chills on her flawless skin.
“I want you to take that picture home with you. Ev
en if you don’t hang it, keep it as a reminder of tonight. You should always see yourself as I do,” I say, my voice raspy.
One more kiss between us. I can’t seem to get enough of this woman. I’m just so happy to have this night archived in my head forever.
“We should shower,” I say.
I wasn’t asking, but telling.
I reach for her proffered hand and lead her to my private suite within the studio. It’s outfitted with a shower, a full bath, and everything else a person could want. This place is my home away from home, and I’m happy to show Aurora all its ins and outs.
“You sure we’re showering to get clean, or a little dirtier?” she asks.
I laugh, shaking my head at her question. Aurora has me all figured out already.
“Well, if you’re a good girl, you’ll find out soon,” I say.
What do you think?
Chapter 38
Aurora
“Triple shot soy latte extra hot with one pump of vanilla, please.”
The barista takes my order like it’s nothing. The coffee shop is brimming with people, all shouting their complicated orders, and it doesn’t seem to faze the guy in charge.
It’s funny how coffee-centric we’ve become as a society. Starbucks was once a new thing, a novelty. And now it’s a commonplace.
All I know is that this is my favorite place to be. There’s nothing like getting a caffeine high before Pilates class starts. I’ve dedicated myself entirely to physical fitness in trying to relieve my brain and body of worries about Anders.
Also, I find myself striving to be in perfect physical form, just in case one of the Grayson brothers calls me again.
I take my latte to the streets of New York City. Wind is whipping through my hair as fall transitions to winter. I pull my North Face coat tightly around my body, trying to keep out of the elements.
It’s invigorating, being out like this. I love the cold, because it wakes me up.
I walk the length of two blocks to the Pilates studio. On the way, my friend Megan meets up with me. She’s in the same class.
“Hi, babe, got your coffee?” she says, laughing, knowing my need for espresso.
“Yep. Can’t do class without it,” I say.
We’re both wearing leggings and furry boots with warm coats on top. She and I were destined to be friends. We knew it on the first day we met each other in Pilates.
Megan is a lot like I am. She grew up with money, and she lives on the Upper East Side.
“You know,” she says tentatively. “I’ve seen your brother Anders a couple times now out on the town.”
The last thing I want to do is talk about Anders. More and more people have been approaching me with concerns about him.
Before, his addiction used to be somewhat of a secret, a secret only I knew. Now, he’s being so sloppy in public that people are starting to take note. The last thing I need on my plate is for all of our friends and acquaintances to know what’s going on with him.
Until this point, I had no idea that the entire town knew of our situation. I’ve been thinking I have to get a handle on it, but it’s spiraling out of control.
I guess that’s the nature of addiction, right? I just know that he better agree to go to rehab soon. He has to.
How I can force his hand on this, I have no idea.
I try to sound nonchalant as I say, “Oh, yeah? Did you talk to him?”
“No, Aurora. He’s in really bad shape. I think he’s hanging out with the wrong crowd. He definitely seemed high. He didn’t even recognize me. I mean, I’ve known the guy for ages.”
Her voice and expression are concerned. If only I could unleash all of my struggles and worries on her. I would do anything to have someone to talk to regarding my brother.
As of this moment, only Dr. Pembroke knows how bad the situation is that he’s gotten himself into.
“Oh, well,” I say to her, deflecting. “Sometimes he parties a little bit too hard. I’ll talk to him about it.”
She looks satisfied with my response. We walk together to Pilates.
I get on the reformer and try to follow the instructor’s directions, but my mind can’t focus.
“Control it. Make sure your muscles are lifting against gravity,” she says.
I can’t think of anything but what Megan just told me.
It’s not a good sign that Anders didn’t even recognize her. The fact that his behavior is starting to cause concern for our friends is unacceptable. I prefer to remain more low-key than all of that.
People don’t even know the half of it. They have no idea he sold my virginity to the highest bidder. They have no idea that since then, he’s blowing through virtually three billion dollars.
They have no idea just how in bad shape he is.
And they have no idea that I feel utterly alone in dealing with him. With no parents or family to speak to, he’s all I’ve got, he’s all I have. And I’ll be damned if I let him go down the drain.
My muscles burn, and I attempt to breathe through it. I know I’ll be sore after this class. I try to focus on feeling everything.
It’ll help take me out of my head and back into reality.
“Use your powerhouse,” the instructor says.
I focus on my core and try to bring it all in. Throughout the class, I work to stretch and strengthen my body. By the time I leave, I feel like I’m in total alignment.
“Okay, that was tough,” Megan says, kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll see you next week then, right?”
“Yes, sure thing. Wouldn’t miss it. Have a good weekend.”
I decide to walk all the way home.
I need the stress of the situation to dissolve. Pilates class was hard, and I definitely feel sore, but my mind is still on my brother. Every time someone tells me they’ve seen him acting out of control, my heart breaks a little bit more.
I need the air and the action on the streets of New York City to help clear my mind. I need to fix the situation—only I don’t know how.
The walk home helps, but as soon as I get back, I log into my bank account to see what’s been happening. Anders has disappeared from the apartment again. He’s nowhere to be found.
And yet right there, glaring me right in the face on the screen, is evidence of what he’s been up to.
Almost all of the three-billion-dollar fortune we had has gone away.
I put my head in my hands and start to cry. There’s no going back.
I don’t how to fix this. He’s ruined us again.
Chapter 39
Finn
Her tits are on full display.
Her legs are splayed and her eyes are begging for more.
My cock throbs uncomfortably against my suit pants as I think back to the moment when she was mine.
In my mind, it’s all still so real. I know I have to have Aurora...permanently.
I thought maybe I could forget about her. I thought I wouldn’t have to change my life around. But this is certainly not the case.
She’s on my mind every moment. I know I want more. I know I need to have her.
With that in mind, I have to make the dreaded phone call. I need to talk to my brothers about the situation because it’s getting out of hand. I don’t know if they’ve seen Aurora, but I certainly have.
And I need to make it clear that she’s mine.
I won’t be backing down anymore.
So, I call my assistant over the intercom. “Please get my brothers on the phone. We need to have a little meeting.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Grayson. Give me just a moment.”
Waiting is not my thing. I tap my fingers on the desk, and then turn around in my chair to look at the city out my window.
Yeah, I’m on top of the world, but none of it means anything if I can’t have Aurora. I’m going to do my brothers a favor by letting them in on my plans.
I will pursue Aurora to matter what. But the time for this contract is over. They need to know my intent
ions, and I’m about to make that clear.
“What’s up man?” Jasper says.
“Hey guys,” Declan says, joining the call.
“Good, I have you all on the line,” I began. “Listen, there’s something we need to discuss. And I think we should do in person.”
“Come on Finn, I’m a busy person. I have a strip club to run,” Jasper says.
I shake my head. “Whatever, man. I’m sure there’s no pressing business at this time of day. It’s not even five o’clock. Who would be at a strip club now?”
We all think our own part of the business is the most important one. I know that the phone sex division pulls in a lot of revenue. But I’m still willing to take time out of my day so that I can fix this situation with Aurora.
I tell them as much. “You guys, it’s about Aurora. I need to talk to you. Come over.”
“What about Aurora?” Declan asks.
“I think we need to discuss it in person,” I say calmly.
“Fine,” Jasper says and slams down the phone.
“Be right there,” Declan says.
Hmm...At the sound of her name, they’re quick to jump into action. This makes me wonder if they’ve had their private time with her, too.
Is it possible we’ve each broken the contract?
God, I hope not. I want her as my own—nothing more, nothing less. She’s off limits for all of us, but if I’m going to date her regularly, I need to come clean to my brothers. I’m doing them a fucking favor.
Normally, I wouldn’t care what my brothers think of my dating life. I would break a verbal contract with them, no problem. But we’ve been warring against each other for so many years, and I’m tired of it.
I’ll admit that, after my father died, there was a tiny piece of hope in my heart that maybe my family could patch up.
We bid on Aurora. We bought her. Then, we devirginized her.
I smirk. It’s the most time we’ve spent together as a family in a while.
Aurora is the glue holding us together. And now I’ll have to ruin all of that by admitting the truth—that I have no intentions of leaving Aurora alone.
It doesn’t take them long to get to my office. I barely have time to make a drink so that I can take the edge off and prepare myself for another reunion of the Grayson triplets.