by Abby Angel
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Table of Contents
Show & Sell
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Dedication
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Murder/Love
B.I.L.F.
Girl For Rent
Dirty Darcy
Blessed
Princely Passions
Head Hunter
Author’s Note
Show & Sell
A Dark MFMM Romance
By Abby Angel
Copyright 2018 by Naughty Angel Publishing
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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Boxers & Briefs
Men Of The House
Woman Of The House
Mergers & Acquisitions
Harem
Hit & Run
Profit & Lace
Alexis Angel
Baby Batter
Kim Vs. Stepbrother
Dirty Daddy
36 Inches
Blessed
24 Inches
Dirty Darcy
Stories From The 6 Train
12 Inches
Red & Blue
Cindersmellya
Offense & Defense
Cunning Linguist
Python
Mr. President
The Biggest Licker
DILF
Lust Muscle
Wicked Lil' Brat
Jailbait
Princely Passions
100 Days
Brittney Vs. Banker
Head Hunter
Single TV Dad
Protein Shake
Dark Angel
10 Commandments
Overtime
Seven Deadly Sinners
12 Days
Three Beasts
Hostile Work Environment
B.I.L.F.
Murder/Love
Buyer’s Market
Gambling For The Virgin
The Virgin Market
Dedication
To McKenna
Description
Bought and paid for.
She belongs to us now.
Sweet, untouched Aurora.
She's perfect.
A light in our darkness.
When we see her,
We know we must have her.
Three billionaire brothers
Always in control.
She goes to the highest bidder.
And we never lose.
Once she's ours,
We'll make her submit.
While we show her pleasure
She never dreamed possible.
And when we're done,
She'll be begging for more.
What we don't expect
Is paying the ultimate price…
With our hearts and souls.
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Chapter 1
Finn
The gorgeous goddess between my legs is sucking my cock like there’s no tomorrow.
Yeah, I did a good thing, making sure she got hired.
She’s a fucking model; they all are.
She glides her tongue along my shaft before sucking the tip with her hot mouth.
I grip the handles of the chair and let out a long sigh.
“That’s it, baby, you little fucking cunt. Suck Daddy’s cock like your life depends on it.”
“Mmmm, Daddy, it tastes so good,” she says in breaths around me.
But I don’t want to hear her, I just want to feel her.
I wind my fingers through her hair and force her down on my cock hard. Enough with the games; let’s do this thing all the way.
With a secure hold on her hair at the nape of her neck, I pull her head down so that my giant fucking shaft is sliding halfway down her throat. She can’t take in all of me—no one can—but that doesn’t mean I don’t try.
She’s moaning, sighing, and purring.
“Let’s lose the top, baby, I wanna suck your tits,” I say, snatching down the strap so violently that it rips.
Then I pull her up to my lap, and she climbs on eagerly. I kiss her hot, albeit fake tits, and bite her nipples. Sh
e screams out in a pain, and I love it. She loves it, too.
She grinds down on my lap, trying to get to my cock.
“You want that cock, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, sir,” she replies dutifully.
“Good girl,” I say, pressing my lips against her warm mouth.
She returns the affection with gusto. She fucking wants it…bad.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” I growl.
“Yes, Finn—I mean Daddy, I mean...”
“Alright, shut the fuck up, and just let me fuck you.”
I pick her up and put her over my desk. She spreads her legs easily, the little slut. Then I move her panties to the side and push my cock in without another word. I just want to fuck her—nothing more, nothing less.
“Oh, yeah, Finn, fuck,” she cries out.
I cup my hand over her mouth to silence her. We don’t need the whole office learning about this torrid affair.
To my surprise, she bites my fingers. Never had a girl do that before.
“Naughty little slut,” I say, pumping into her harder.
I slap her ass, and it turns red, a nice, subtle sign of my dominance. I thrust into her, and her tits bounce. I reach around and grab them. They’re pretty fucking perfect.
I slide in and out of her, and she’s going absolutely fucking wild.
“Oooh, yes, baby. That feels so fucking good.”
I know it does. She doesn’t have to tell me. I know how good I am.
I also know that, after this, she’ll become obsessed with me, more than she already is. She’ll pine for me every night of her goddamn life. She’ll leave countless voicemails and try to figure which club I’m at on any given night.
It’s all the same. Once they’ve had a taste of my big, fucking cock, it’s all over. I will have ruined her for any other guy, because no one can compare to me, and I know it.
I’m doing her a favor by fucking her this one time. But I can tell already, even as I’m inside her, that this is not the girl for me.
She’s a pretty good fuck, but there’s no substance there. She’s a people-pleaser. A yes-woman.
She’ll forever be telling me what she thinks I want to hear, and where’s the fun in that? Where’s the fucking authenticity?
I need more. I’m a man of insatiable tastes and desires.
I need the total fucking package, not some model who’s fucking me for the size of my cock and the size of my bank account. And I’m fucking her for the size of her tits and for her tight, little pussy.
Don’t think I’m a total asshole; she knows what she’s in for. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come up here to my penthouse within five minutes of meeting me. If she wanted more, she would’ve waited, sized me up a little.
She’s crying out and sliding across my desk with each thrust. I plow into her, and she’s about to have the wildest orgasm of her life. I press her down against the desk and shove my cock deep inside of her, making sure she feels it, wants it, craves it.
Then I wrap my hand around her small hips and easily finger her clit.
One, two…
“Ahh, fuck, baby, I’m coming!”
“I know you are,” I say, continuing to fuck her.
That move works every time.
I take her hips in my hands and fuck her so that she’s screaming loudly. I don’t care if the office hears anymore. All I need for the moment is her tight, little cunt gripping around my cock.
I pull her hair. I take her deep. And then I blow my load into her with a hard gasp, pulling out just in time to spray my cum all over her ass.
“Good fucking slut. Now you can walk around with cum all over you for the rest of the day.”
She’s happy. She’s grateful for it.
I leave her panting on my desk, wondering how many orgasms she had.
Then I walk over to my clothes and put the suit pants on before making myself a drink at the bar.
“So, baby, I have a lot of work to do…” I start to say as she’s fixing her panties.
“Okay. Um, well, call me?” she asks hopefully.
“Sure, no problem.”
She scrawls her digits down on a piece of paper on the desk and then grabs her clothes.
“Where’s the powder room?” she asks.
“Out the door, to the left.”
I don’t need her using my private facilities and thinking she can stay awhile. No, I do have work to do, and I’ll be gone by the time she thinks to come knocking on my door, begging for more.
“Thanks, Finn,” she says, admiring my bare, chiseled torso.
“Bye, Jenyca.”
I watch her leave, half-dressed.
She’s hot, but definitely not the one, and that familiar pang of loneliness hits me again.
It’s been so long since I’ve been in-love. There was a girl who stole my heart when I was in my early 20s. But since then, no one has stolen my interest enough for me to keep them around.
I check my watch and realize I’m late for the annual meeting at Grayson Enterprises. My dad just died, so my brothers and I are meeting for what will hopefully be the last time.
Did I mention I’m a triplet?
Yeah, that’s right, there are three of me. Three times the hotness.
We look virtually alike—and yet that’s as far as the similarity runs.
I think it’s safe to say that I hate my brothers. We have been warring for years, competing and fighting over women.
Now that my dad, John James Grayson, is dead, it’s just me and brothers left to run the business alone. We’ve divided it up into three parts: the high-end phone sex division, which I personally run; the adult modeling business; and the luxury strip clubs.
My dad built the most successful business in the adult entertainment industry, and somehow, I have to get along with my brothers well enough to keep our position secure in the market.
I don’t care how much I hate them; business comes before all else.
And today I have to face them—a thing I’ve been dreading.
We meet once a year at this annual meeting and, to my chagrin, that day’s today.
I call down to confirm that my limousine is waiting outside. Then I put my suit shirt on and jacket and am out the door.
Fucking Grayson brothers’ meeting.
It’s never worth my time.
Chapter 2
Declan
Her thick full lips are straining around my cock as I pump into her. She digs her nails into the side of my hips, and I thrust almost violently, fucking her mouth for all it’s worth. Her long, black hair is strewn carelessly over her shoulder.
Makeup from the shoot is smeared everywhere.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” she says as I pull out and flip her over the couch I use as a prop.
I push her thong down and smack her curvy ass that’s perfect for an adult model.
She’s got the look for sure—big, fake tits and lips to match. Her body’s tight, toned, and tanned. She looks like every model I’ve seen before and, right now, she’s the perfect fuck.
I sink my cock into her dripping wet pussy, and she cries out. I plunge into her deeply and fuck the living daylights out of her.
She’s coming and screaming...and then I open my eyes.
Fucking green light.
I was just remembering last night, and what a nice little fuck I had with one of the newer models.
I drive fast down the streets of New York City. My new Mercedes handles like a dream. It’s black on black on black.
Yes, I’m a fucking billionaire. Yes, I can afford a more expensive car—I can afford anything I want. But I don’t like to draw attention to myself.
A black Mercedes is the perfect car for me.
Chic, understated, and an absolute dream.
That pretty much defines me, especially in bed.
It reminds of the adventure I had last night with...what was her name again? Chrissy? Cressinda?
Something like t
hat.
I remember fondly the way she was moaning for me. I fucked her hard, and I fucked her fast in the back of my studio, and it was so goddamn hot.
She was good...but not so good that I’ll ever call her again. Call me superficial, call me what you will, but I’m looking for something special, something that doesn’t happen every day.
Besides, she knew what she was getting into. She already has a job with me. She’s in it to get more jobs and more of my twelve-inch cock.
The memory of her does nothing to offset my foul mood, though.
It’s the one day a year when I have to see my brothers.
I’m a triplet, you see. There are three of me but only one true Declan.
My brothers pale in comparison to me because they have attitude problems.
Me? I have an eye for beauty and design. I relish my role as head of the modeling division ‘cause I’m fucking good at it.
Sampling beautiful women is all part of the business.
I don’t feel bad for a second. These women love it. They practically pick me up before I even have a chance to make my move.
I have all the pussy I want and all the money I want.
Life should be a fucking dream.
But it’s not.
I hate this annual meeting. I hate having to see my brothers. And most of all, I hate that my father, John James Grayson, has just died.
Life doesn’t make sense.
He wasn’t old or anything, and his death came as a complete shock. Now I’m an orphan with only my estranged brothers for family.
I pull up right to the front curb of my father’s building. Sure, he left the business to us, but it will always be his. He built it from scratch, and now we’re the most successful and important adult entertainment company in the city.
Hell, our range is global, and I have no intention of slowing that down even if it does mean having to work with my brothers.
The valet comes out to take my car.
“Hey, Tommy,” I say, tossing him the keys. “How’s school?”
“Fine, Mr. Grayson. Thanks for asking.”
“Tommy, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Declan?”
This kid never learns. He’s always nervous around me, and I don’t know why.
Yes, I own the most important part of the business if I do say so myself: the adult modeling line. But come on—I’m a fucking artist, a photographer. Just because I wear a suit doesn’t mean I don’t have a personality or that I can’t relate.
