by Abby Angel
His cock seems to grow with each inward thrust, and the walls of my pussy clutch at his cock. It’s as if it doesn’t want to let go of a prized possession. He fucks me for a long time like that, and with every thrust, he strokes against my G-spot, and I feel a range of explosive emotions.
Jasper pushes into me hard.
I moan and shout out his name. “Oh god, Jasper, yes, fuck, yes.”
“You can’t come yet,” he demands, and I shift my weight a little.
Then I feel it. Hot streams of his essence pump into me, and it feels so fucking good and it’s what I want—I want to come. Fuck.
When he comes, I close my eyes. I can feel his muscles of steel contract, quiver, and then relax.
“Now, you can come,” he whispers into my ear.
This is enough to unleash my orgasm. It comes upon me hard. I shake and shiver, and my pussy milks his cock.
When I collapse onto the floor, Jasper’s face draws level with mine.
“I hope you’re not worn out, because we’re only getting started.”
Chapter 29
Jasper
She’s intoxicating.
I just can’t get enough.
Aurora is stronger than any drug.
Fucking her is something out of this world. It’s beyond words and description.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to the black leather couch. Gently, I lay her down. My cock’s already rock hard again. She’s so fucking hot, and I ache to fulfill her every desire.
I’ve had scores of women before, but never have I felt addicted like this. When you’ve got money like I have—so much money that you never need check your bank balance—you can have anything you want—exclusive pussy included.
I’m not wanting to brag, but I’ve had exclusive, exquisite pussy before. I’m no hermit. I get around, and I like to—no, I need to be fucked regularly. But one thing is sure—this pussy right in front of me is the best I’ve had.
As I stare at her, so open and willing to be my little slave, I can’t help but think I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s mine, forever at my beck and call. My eyes feast on her body as she’s stretching cat-like on the black leather.
Black against white, milky skin. It’s the perfect combination. We complement each other; she is bright white, pure, untarnished—and I am black like the darkest night, ready to consume her.
She stretches out lazily and obviously has no idea what’s coming for her—or how far I’m gonna take this.
“Stay there,” I command as I stride to my bookshelf.
It’s one of those modern ones with drawers at the very bottom. I grab a few things and return.
“Put this on,” I demand and throw a her a mask.
Then I grab her hands and handcuff them behind her back.
“I’m going to take you for the ride of your life,” I whisper in her ear and feel her quiver beneath me.
Without a word, I carry her to a chair by the window. My black curtains are drawn. No one can see into my mansion in the sky, but even so, I want to keep Aurora as my private little plaything.
I didn’t plan this, but when I look down at her—masked and handcuffed—I feel my heart beat rapidly in my chest and my cock throb in anticipation.
She looks like the perfect submissive.
Nothing is said as I kneel before her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, but one slap with my hand on her thigh has her shut up.
“You will not speak,” I command. “You will obey all my commands without question.”
At my words, she shivers a little. Instead of running a hand over her to reassure her, I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on her pussy.
Oh, yes. There’s the perfect combination of sweet and salty. I close my eyes as I savor the flavors for as long as possible.
“Do you understand?”
She nods her head.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The way her soft voice says the word Sir sends millions of electric shockwaves through my body.
My cock expands a little, and I focus to make sure I don’t come too early. Trust me, I could. But I want to enjoy Aurora, and most of all, I want her to enjoy me. I have so much to offer her, this newly minted sexual ingénue.
I kneel before her and stare at her pussy. She’s so wet, and I can see her juices flow. Wanting to make sure I give her maximum pleasure, I move my head forward again and blow onto those delicious lips of her pussy, partly covered with silky material.
Slowly, I kiss her clit and start to eat her out. She writhes in the chair. I can tell her body is totally driven mad by desire—for me.
“Stop moving,” I growl, and she sits perfectly still.
I spread her wide and let my tongue go back to her pussy. It slides over her clit and into the wet, private space that I’m becoming obsessed with. Her walls contract and grab at my tongue, trying to hold it hostage. I come out again.
Her hands and fingers tangle in my hair, pulling hard.
“Fuck, Jasper, no, not again, I can’t,” she whimpers.
I smile to myself now, knowing the level of power I have over her. She’s mine.
I keep going, teasing her cunt with my mouth before I feel her muscles tense beneath me.
Aurora is so fucking hot for me that it doesn’t take her long to come hard as my tongue pushes right up into her. I stroke her clit as she comes, and I revel in the feel of her pleasure.
“Yes, good girl, Aurora, you came so fucking hard for me, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” she pants. “No more, Jasper. I can’t fucking breathe. It’s too intense.”
“But I’m not done with you yet.”
Then I stand up and go behind her.
I massage her neck and let my hands glide forward to feel her full tits and her erect nipples. She throws her head back and moans out in pleasure.
She wants more. I can tell.
“Don’t fucking move,” I growl, and for punishment, I pinch her nipple—hard.
Her skin reddens a little, but I can tell she’s fucking enjoying it.
When I know I can’t hold on much longer, I go back around her and straddle her. My massive cock has no trouble finding her dripping wet pussy.
She’s so wet as I push into her—and it feels so fucking good.
With her arms still tied behind her back, she’s helpless. I push deep into her, feeling her tightness around my cock. It’s feels like virgin pussy all over again.
Slowly, I come out again. And then I push back in.
Over and over, slowly, so that she’s screaming my name.
My eyes are on her, studying her features closely. The black mask hides her eyes, but the rest of her face is contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The knowledge that she’s mine and that I can do with her as I please fills me with adrenaline. There’s so much pleasure ripping through me that I could power an electric facility right now.
The best part in all of this is I’ve got her to myself. I don’t have to share her with my brothers. It’s just the two of us.
And I promise she won’t fucking forget me.
Sure, I made a deal to stay away from her, but that could never be. What can I say? Telling me not to do something is like a challenge for me to go do it.
If they seriously had wanted me to keep my fingers off and my cock away, they should have told me to go for it.
I increase my tempo and speed. As I thrust harder and faster, my cock grows and expands. It revels in the tightness of her pussy. The way the walls grab at my cock vice-like, as if she doesn’t want to ever let me go again, is fucking awesome.
As I said, I’ve got the money to buy the best pussy, but this—what I’m getting right now—is fucking priceless.
The pressure builds in me. I lean forward so my chest is pressing into her tits.
“Bite me,” I demand. I can feel her hesitation. “I want you to bite me hard in my shoulder.”
When her teeth grab my skin, and she bites, I’m a goner. I shoot my load into her and ride the wave of total ecstasy. My cock’s exploding, and the release is akin to the pressure valve on a massive boiler breaking.
I spray loads of cum into her tight pussy, and she’s yelling my name the entire time.
“Jasper, fuck, your cock feels so good. I’m coming again, fuck!”
I smile as my breathing becomes fast and shallow. When I finish, I pull out of her, and I see our juices comingling, spilling out of her.
But I want her to have more pleasure. I go down on her again.
This time, I don’t tease. No, I go hard and fast. My teeth scrape against her clit, and her hips meet my mouth. Oh, she’s aching for it, all right.
With strong arms, I hold her down and keep her in place.
“Not so fast, my love. Don’t move.”
I say the words but can feel them falling on deaf ears. She’s gone already, lost in oblivion.
“Oh, Jasper, please, fuck. Oh god, I’m coming so hard.”
She comes again. Her body shakes and her juices flow.
I plunge two fingers deep inside her and move them over her G-spot to ensure she rides this climax intensely. I want to draw it out. I want it etched in her memory.
I finger fuck her till she comes again and again.
I don’t know how many times I make her come before I take her mask off and release her handcuffs. When I do, she just smiles and brings her arms up around my neck.
We don’t talk. We don’t fucking need to.
I pick her up and carry to the bedroom. There, I lie her down on my huge bed. She curls up on the dark sheets and then rolls over and presents her ass to me.
I don’t need any more encouragement. Luckily, I’ve got the stamina to keep fucking all night long.
Chapter 30
Aurora
Breathe in, tighten your core, and let it out in eight counts.
My Pilates instructor is being especially tough today, but I’m not going to argue, because I know that I need it. I’ve always used physical activity as a means of releasing all of the aggression and tension within my body.
Today is no different.
It’s been a few days since I had that intense, fucking magical experience with Jasper. And let me tell you—I want more. Being with him did nothing to quell my desire for sex.
Where once I was a timid virgin, the Grayson brothers are now opening me up to all manner of servitude…to them. I’d to be their little sex slave and never look back. I’d like to feel that giant cock of Jasper’s in me all the time, day and night.
He lit a fire within me that’s not going to be extinguished anytime soon. One taste of the Grayson brothers was enough to ignite the flames of desire within me for a lifetime.
Having another taste—first of Finn and now of Jasper—well, it’s made lust overwhelm my system, and while I savor the feeling, I need to have an outlet for release.
The way Jasper manhandled my body, the way he fucked me into oblivion, all of that is still fresh in my mind.
I want more of him. I want him every day. I want him to fuck me like that every day for the rest of my life.
So as the Pilates instructor tries to tell me to focus on my core, what’s really going through my mind is how to contain the electricity and fire within.
“Good job, Aurora, breathe out slowly,” he says, perfecting my alignment.
I let myself go into the moment and try to stay grounded.
That’s the only thing that can save me now.
Class ends, and I take a luxurious shower in the locker room. This is no ordinary locker room. It’s outfitted with all the amenities and luxuries a person could want.
I pay good money for access to this club, and so I expect to have John John hair products at my beck and call.
And a cool dipping pool to relax my tired muscles.
I take advantage of the steam shower, my favorite way to detox, and then I breathe in the fine mist and let it out. My stress melts away, and yet my heart is still beating fast, on constant high alert, because I fear I’m falling for two men.
Only an idiot would fall for the Grayson brothers, consummate players that they are, but I can’t shake them out of my mind.
Once I’m bathed, clean, and fresh, I put on my white work suit and blow-dry my hair.
I don’t go to work very often, but today, I have to. There’s just too much happening. I’m worried most of all about the accounts.
My driver picks me up in the town car, and I sink into the deep leather seats as the car winds its way through New York City. We arrive at my parent’s building. I know they died, but I will always think of this as their company.
They live on in my heart, and I guess that’s all that I can count on right now, or ever.
Once inside, Jeffrey, the head of marketing approaches me.
“Aurora, hi, thanks for coming in today. We’re having a hard time filing those orders from Belgium. There’s word going around the office that the company’s in trouble. And our manufacturers feel uncomfortable taking a risk on an unsteady company.”
He walks with me to my office.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. This can’t happen, Jeffrey. We can’t have any stalling in our timeline. I have it all laid out perfectly, and we need to keep on schedule.”
“I know, I know. That’s what I tried to tell them, but people aren’t listening. Can I tell you the truth?”
I look at him, wondering what the hesitation is all about.
“Of course you can tell me the truth. I have to know everything, Jeffrey. Just tell me.”
He stares at me for a moment, like he’s afraid or something. I can tell that whatever’s on his mind isn’t something he feels like sharing with me.
“What is it?” I probe.
“The thing is, Aurora, people are starting to talk about your brother. They’re starting to say things.”
Oh, great. Anders is getting us in trouble once again. I’ve done my best to keep his addiction a secret, but I knew it couldn’t last forever.
“What kind of things?” I ask him, as though I don’t already know the answer.
“Let’s just say, he’s been seen around town, and he doesn’t look good. People are talking, saying he has a drug problem. Is it true, Aurora? Tell me it’s not true,” he says, pleading with me.
If only I could tell him such good news. I can’t tell him that Anders is okay, but I don’t have to tell him the extent of the problem. There’s no use in worrying him and everybody else in the office.
It’s bad enough that Belgium is starting to pull out of our manufacturing deal.
Where the fuck else am I supposed to get chocolates?
I look at him sincerely and say, “Let me just say that I have it covered, okay? You let me take care of Anders and just make sure Belgium gets back on board. Got it?”
He smiles at me, because he trusts me. He’s known me for a long time. At least, I’m good for my word if Anders isn’t.
Jeffrey remembers Anders the way most people do—when he was strong and vibrant and healthy. Also, I think he’s relieved to not have the weight of that secret on his shoulders anymore. Obviously, the entire office has been talking about it.
Jeffrey was probably the one nominated to tell me the news, to tell me what they’re all thinking. Little does he know that I’ve known about my brother’s problem for a long while. Little does he know how fucking worried I am all the time and that it’s much more serious than anyone else realizes.
Once inside my office, I determine it’s time to crunch the numbers.
I log into the account. It’s become my daily ritual and also the part of my day that I hate the most. Every day, we’re losing money.
That means Anders is doing it, and it also means he’s on god knows how many more drugs. The screen flashes all my account details, and I’m not surprised to see millions of dollars have gone missing...again. What the fuck
is he doing out there to spend money like this?
Again, my thoughts go back to the only possible explanation, which is that he’s in bed with some very bad people, likely some very rich people. He’s probably out gambling while he’s high, making poor decisions. I don’t even want to know the details of how far off the mark my brother is.
I’d rather stay in the dark about how bad my brother’s situation is because the truth might break me.
I work throughout the day, and it’s good to have my mind occupied for once. Maybe I should come into the office more often. Maybe if Anders wasn’t pulling me down, I’d be here more often. I’m sick to death of worrying about him.
By the time I leave, the accounts—or what’s left of them—are in order, and our manufacturing is up and running. At least I’ve accomplished something today.
But I go home sad.
My driver goes to my apartment on Park. Inside of the car, I savor the moment, because I don’t know how much longer this can last. If Anders blows through our money, we’ll have to give up the apartment, the driver, the company, and everything else about our life. If he does that to me, I swear I’ll never forgive him.
Once I get to the apartment, I check around for Anders, but I know he’s not there. I don’t even know why I try anymore.
I run an extremely hot bath for myself, pouring in lots of bubbles.
I need a fucking break. The only way I can achieve that right now is through self-care. Someone has to take care of me if my brother won’t.
I sink back into the tub and think about only three things—the faces of the Grayson brothers.
Blue eyes.
Brown eyes.
Green eyes.
My eyes flicker open when I’m reminded that Declan hasn’t called. What is it about me that’s turning him off? Didn’t he have a good time taking my virginity?
Both his brothers have called me since for dates. Declan hasn’t.
The fact that I haven’t heard from him makes me antsy. I want him just as bad as the other two. And yet our relationship hasn’t even gotten off the ground.
I close my eyes and try to forget the situation. I would love to try to forget all of them. But the Grayson brothers are forever etched in my mind.
