Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  “Fuck me,” she says.

  And I do. I slide my cock deep into her wet pussy and let my eyes roll into my head as pleasure floods my entire body.

  Looking down at Aurora, seeing the perfect vision of her submitting to my cock, just drives me wild. I hold the bottoms of her thighs and pump upward into her, grinding my cock against her G-spot.

  Her hands grip at the comforter and the pillows, pulling them harder and closer to her body. She’s undeniably enjoying herself, and I’m so fucking turned on just reading it across her face and her body.

  Our eyes are still locked on each other as I thrust hard into her. Feeling her magnificent body against mine, reading her pleasure in her movements, and especially in those fucking beautiful eyes, has heightened the passion between us to a point I’ve never experienced before.

  As her pussy starts to tense around my cock with an impending orgasm, I feel my own imminent climax.

  Her mouth stretches wide open, and her eyes can’t help but roll away from me as she closes them tight and moans loud and hard, coming all over my cock.

  I continue thrusting hard into her, each succeeding pump growing more intense than the last until I can’t go on any longer. I come hard into her cunt, filling her little slut hole with my creamy cum, load after load.

  When I finish coming, I pull out and return my gaze to hers. We share a passionate kiss before I sneak behind her to cuddle after such an intense fuck.

  We gaze out the balcony windows, tracing the paths of seagulls, the quiet room giving us the pleasure of hearing the waves crashing over one another. The serene setting is something I could get used to as long as Aurora is with me.

  She eventually breaks our embrace and walks to the balcony, needing to take in the fresh air herself. I just lie back, enjoying the view of that sexy ass as she walks away.

  She’s a fucking angel. And I’m in deep.

  Chapter 47

  Jasper

  “God-fucking-dammit, Aurora. You’re so tight,” I say between moans.

  My cock slides into her slowly, well-lubricated from her drenched pussy.

  She arches her back, forcing my cock inside her further. My eyes roll back into my head.

  Her cunt is just too fucking perfect.

  As I start thrusting below, I can’t stop staring at those sexy curves that lead down to her perfect fucking ass. I give it a firm slap, taking dominance over her.

  Aurora’s moans echo out to the beach, her voice being thrown about as I thrust harder into her. She holds the railing tight and arches her back, shoving her ass out further. There’s something so goddamn sexy about a woman just bending to you.

  I place my hands on Aurora’s hips that are tipped outward for me. My hands cup her sides perfectly.

  Her smooth skin glistens with beads of salty sweat and condensed sea air. They do nothing but accentuate her already prominent curves.

  As I guide her hips, meeting her pussy with my cock, shoving them against each other, I hear her whine out into the open air.

  Her hips start thrusting back against me. She rocks them rhythmically, and I move my hands to her back and keep myself thrusted hard into her pussy as she props herself up with the balcony railing.

  I take a handful of her tits and grope her hard before thrusting my cock hard against her cervix.

  “Holy fuck!” she shouts.

  Listening to her high-pitched shouts travel out to the beach is fucking erotic. Granted, it’s a private beach, and most of the surrounding properties are far away, but knowing she’s unapologetically enjoying my cock completely out in the open is so sexy.

  “I'm coming!” she cries, pushing against the railing and against my cock, our skin slapping together hard and fast, over and over.

  As she wails and whimpers, her cum gushes all over my cock.

  She moans and whimpers loudly and grows quieter as she comes down from her climax.

  I don’t stop thrusting. I’m right fucking there.

  This hot girl on my cock has me ready to blow. And before I know it, my cock explodes inside of her pussy, coating it with my own cum.

  I moan and push my fingers into her hips—not hard but firmly—and slow my thrusts until I finish coming.

  My eyes roll back into my head, and I let out a huge sigh, satisfied.

  Aurora falls back against me, limp from the intense fucking. I kiss the crown of her head.

  The smell of Aurora’s hair mixed with the salty ocean air is intoxicating.

  Standing just outside of the master bedroom with her, holding her body, her naked skin kissed by the breeze from the cool ocean water—it’s fucking heaven.

  She raises her head, tilting her face towards mine, our lips connecting into a powerful, passionate kiss. The softness of her lips and the force in her movements has my cock throbbing.

  As we kiss deeply, I bring my hand down her body. I capture the curve of her waist and hips, and my fingers pause at her pussy.

  While I tease her, rubbing my hand just over her cunt, my other hand is up at her tits, and I grope her chest.

  My fingers slip between her soaked lips, scooping up a mixture of our shared creams, and I slowly raise it to her lips. Her mouth opens slowly, instinctively, letting my fingers slip slowly in. Her tongue flicks out, tasting our shared cum, moaning as she savors the taste.

  I draw my fingers back slowly and lean in with her. Our mouths come together, and we share a passionate kiss with the taste of our cum still lingering on her tongue.

  As we make out, I hear the footsteps of my brothers behind me. They’re approaching us.

  While our lips are still together, as we’re sharing our final moments alone, I decide for myself that if I can have any of Aurora, I will. Even if it means she’s not mine alone.

  Just as our faces part, I spin her around to face Finn and Declan. Their cocks are out and are fully hard, ready to take Aurora all over again.

  “Are you ready for more?” Finn asks.

  “Always,” she replies quickly.

  We smile proudly at the little slut she’s become.

  We all walk back into the room.

  Declan slides up onto the bed, and Aurora quickly and eagerly climbs over him and slides his cock into her slippery, cum-coated pussy.

  She shudders as she comes down fully onto his massive cock.

  I’m quick to come up behind her and slide my own cock into her tight, little ass. She moans as she sits up, taking two cocks in her slut holes at once.

  Finn gets up onto the bed and fills her mouth with his thick cock, her moans of pleasure now muffled by his flesh.

  We all thrust hard into her, fucking relentlessly. She’s our little slut, and we give her everything we have, just slamming into her holes until she screams through Finn’s cock that she’s coming.

  She takes every inch, every thrust, acknowledging ever growl and groan.

  She takes it all in stride, never relenting herself.

  Having such a primal, animalistic encounter with her is so fucking hot. She knows exactly how to be our bitch, and she fucking loves it.

  She squirts cum all over Declan and I, practically forcing our cocks out of her.

  Finn pulls out as well, and Declan stands on his knees and lets Aurora fall to the bed. Stroking our cocks, we gather around her cunt, and all of us come onto her pussy, letting it drip down, globs of our fluids trickling into her.

  She moves her hand down to her pussy and starts pushing cum into her, mixing our fluids together. This fucking hottie wants our cum buried deep inside her, and we all watch as she forces it deeper and deeper, smiling at us all the while.

  When we’ve finished, we all lay on the bed with her, petting her and enjoying our perfect woman.

  We’ve all accepted that she can be ours, and each of us hers. We look out to the balcony, captivated by waves crashing against the sand and the salty breeze traveling through the air.

  Nothing can go wrong right now.

  Chapter 48

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nbsp; Aurora

  A salty wind blows through my hair, giving it that perfect beach texture.

  It’s winter here, even at the beach, so things are not as warm as they could be. But the cold weather coming off the ocean is invigorating—and it does everything to lift my mood.

  The beach house is an idyllic place to be. It’s so far removed from the city and all of my problems there.

  Life should be easier than this, right? I mean, I got stabbed in the heart when my parents died; it was a loss that I’ll never get over, much less understand. That should be the extent of my pain, right? One person can’t go through much more.

  But as I sit on the beach, looking out at the stormy skies, I can only think about Anders.

  Dealing with his addiction has robbed me of my happiness. And yet sitting on the beach, with the sand between my toes, all is starting to look right in the world again.

  I sit back and let the salty breeze blow through my hair while pulling my pashmina tightly around my shoulders. What I wouldn’t give for sunny weather right now.

  As it is, winter is falling upon New York. Icy weather threatens to keep me locked indoors. There’s no escaping it.

  I’m not ready for any of this. My life seems far too complicated for my young age. Most girls I know are partying and making mistakes.

  Me? I’m dealing with the death of my family, a drug-addicted brother, and our impending financial collapse. I’m not strong enough to carry the world on my shoulders alone.

  I need help—and I’m ready to admit that.

  Then I see him coming. My thin and worn-out brother is meeting me on the beach.

  It’s hard to look at him in this state. He looks so unlike his former strong self.

  “Hey, Aurora, can I join you?” he asks.

  I shrug.

  He takes a seat. And for a while, both of us to sit on the beach, staring out at the horizon.

  There’s nothing said, so many words left unspoken. And yet I need to be heard.

  Does he have any idea of the level of pain he’s caused me? Does he even care?

  As if reading my thoughts, he says, “I just wanted to say…that I’m sorry. Listen, Aurora, I know I put you through hell and back. I know I forced you to sell your virginity, and I…I can’t even believe I did that.”

  I look at him to see if he’s serious. For once, he’s acting lucid. His eyes are bright and different.

  I realize I haven’t seen his sober self for so long that I barely recognize it.

  “Yeah, well, what’s done is done. We can’t change the past I guess.”

  I try to brush off his comments. I don’t need an apology. I don’t need anything.

  All of a sudden, several years’ worth of disappointment and emotion that comes from trying to save my brother bubbles up to the surface. It’s as if now that I know he’s gonna be okay, my true feelings of anger can emerge.

  Now that I don’t have to be so worried about him all the time, I can feel mad about what he’s done to me and to our lives.

  He turns towards me and says in a pleading tone, “Aurora, I’m being serious. You saved my life, okay? You never gave up on me. Without you, I’d be dead on the street somewhere.”

  I look at him, and his sincerity registers. I want to throw my arms around him and hug him and tell him that I love him and that he’s my only family so, of course, I’d do anything for him.

  But I don’t. He needs to know that I’m angry. He needs to know what his lifestyle has done to us.

  “Anders,” I say. “I will always be there for you. No matter what. But that doesn’t change the fact that our lives are ruined. We have no money. We can’t keep mom and dad’s apartment. We can’t keep mom and dad’s company. I guess you could say we failed…at everything. Their legacy is gone.”

  He doesn’t say anything for a long while, and neither do I. I’m glad he’s getting better, but it’s at the cost of everything we had. He reached rock bottom, and pulled me down with him.

  How are we gonna survive? I wonder.

  “We can fix it, Aurora,” he finally whispers. “I know we can. There has to be a way out of this mess.”

  “I don’t see how, Anders. I’m not gonna sell my body again. I don’t want to.”

  “Aurora, I don’t want you to, either,” he says anxiously. “I never would’ve done that if I hadn’t been so drugged out.”

  I don’t tell him that the decision to sell my virginity was the best one of my life. I don’t tell him that because of his horrible judgment, I was able to meet the Grayson brothers…the potential loves of my life.

  No, I don’t say any of that. Anders needs to suffer. He needs to understand the scope of his addiction.

  And it’s not over yet. He has a long road ahead of him, a long road to healing. And that’s gonna be on his shoulders alone.

  I tell him as much. “You know, Anders, this is just the beginning. You still have to pull yourself out of the addiction. And it’s not gonna be easy.”

  He looks down and fidgets with his hands before saying, “Yeah, well, thanks to your three boyfriends, there’s no way I’m gonna get out of it. I have to seek treatment; I know that. Even if I try to run away from my problems, I don’t think they’ll let me.”

  I smirk. He’s right, of course.

  The Grayson brothers—my guys—they won’t let him get away with it any longer. Now that they’ve seen the level of my pain, they feel responsible for making sure I’m okay. And I can’t say that I don’t revel in the attention and having someone take care of me for once.

  “Where are they, anyway?” I ask Anders.

  “My nurse said that they all went out. They had business in the city, I guess.”

  I look thoughtfully out over the sea and think about how this is the first time since we’ve arrived at the beach house that the brothers have left me alone.

  They must feel sure that things are gonna be okay. And that gives me a sense of hope.

  “Well, I’m gonna go inside.”

  Anders throws a seashell out of the sea before saying, “I’ll come, too. It’s time for my meds.”

  We walk to the house together as the distant storm starts to loom in close. It’s beautiful to watch the dark skies cast a shadow over the water. But I’m ready to sit by firelight and be inside.

  And then a pair of headlights shows up.

  “Who’s that?” I ask him.

  He looks at the car. Neither of us recognizes it.

  “I don’t know. Maybe one of the guys got a different car,” he says, but I know better.

  I suddenly feel a sense of unease in my stomach. My intuition is telling me to run, that something is wrong.

  But where can I go? There’s the house and the sea. We’re pretty remote out here.

  “Well, let’s not find out. Let’s just ignore the car, go inside, and pretend like we’re not here. I don’t want to open the doors of the house when the guys aren’t here.”

  Anders agrees, and we walk towards the back door, hoping to go unnoticed.

  But I realize all at once that we’re too late. Someone gets out of the black car with tinted windows.

  It’s him.

  It’s the disgusting billionaire from the auction. It’s the man who wants to buy my body.

  He and his bodyguards come to meet us as we approach the house.

  “Anders,” he says jovially. “I’ve come to collect.”

  Anders attempts to smooth over the situation, but he’s not in a strong enough state to handle this. His body and mind are both weak.

  “How’d you find us?” he says.

  “Oh, Anders, I think you know that I have my ways. Is this her?”

  “Oh, her? Oh no, this is my girlfriend,” my brother says, trying to cover his tracks.

  But we all know it’s too late. This man saw me at the auction. He knows exactly who I am.

  “Don’t lie to me,” the man says violently. “This is the girl, and I want her now.”

  Anders
tries to step between me and him saying, “No, man, the deal is off. We don’t want your money.”

  The man’s eyes are feasting on me.

  His bodyguard moves to grab me, and I’m afraid. My brother swings and misses, a pathetic sight, if it wasn’t so scary.

  I’m afraid of getting into that car, but that’s where I’m headed. I kick and scream with all my force, but I’m no match for the 300-pound bodyguard.

  Is all hope lost?

  Chapter 49

  Finn

  Something’s wrong.

  I can feel it in my gut.

  There’s a strange car in the driveway and some type of commotion.

  It takes me a micro second to put two and two together.

  “Is she okay?” I say desperately. “Where’s Aurora?”

  And then I see her. I see a man in a suit with his two large bodyguards in tow—and his hands are all over Aurora. She’s kicking him, fear all over her face.

  Anders is there, but he’s nothing compared to the bodyguard. He doesn’t stand a chance, though he’s trying to help.

  “Fuck! We have to get her,” growls Jasper as he jumps out of the moving limo.

  He’s in a rage. I can see it in his body language. His fists are up, and he’s ready for action.

  I have the good sense to stay in the car until it comes to a full stop, but my eyes are on her the entire time.

  It’s okay, baby. We’re here.

  Declan and I get out of the limo. The suit stares at us, and the bodyguard lets go of Aurora. I run to her.

  “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” I ask.

  “I’m fine,” she says as tears roll down her face.

  “I’ll fucking kill him for hurting you.”

  “No, please, Finn…” her voice trails off, because I’m already up and ready to take on these assholes.

  I shudder to think of what might’ve happened had we rolled up a few seconds later.

  “You asshole,” Jasper yells, and he goes fucking wild on the bodyguard.

  He’s like an uncaged animal. Jasper punches a left hook at one of the massive guards. For his size, this guy’s surprisingly agile. He ducks out of the way with ease.

  My brother changes his tactic. He pretends to throw a left hook but then comes in quickly with a short, sharp right hand jab. The fist connects with skin, and I watch blood fall and the head of the bodyguard fly backwards.