by Abby Angel
He slides his cock deeply down my throat, so that it’s hitting the back of my mouth roughly. He starts pumping in and out, faster and faster so that he’s full-blown fucking my mouth.
I’ve learned to try to control my gag reflex with these guys. He doesn’t give a fuck thought that I’m gagging.
Jasper likes to see me struggle to take in all of him. He just keeps pounding into my face, and I fucking love it, if I’m honest.
Before I can focus on Jasper for too long, I feel someone spreading my legs open wide. I can’t see who it is, because Jasper takes up my entire view. He’s going to town on my mouth, fucking my throat, and making me pay for being his little slut.
At least, that’s what he says, “Take it down your slutty throat. Show Daddy how badly you’ve been craving this cock.”
I’m struggling to contain him and struggling to breathe. The weight of this mountain of a man on top of my chest ensures that I’m not going anywhere. I’m pinned beneath him indefinitely, and he’s in a power position to have all the control.
I turn my head enough to see that Declan’s in between my legs. He slides two fingers into my soaking wet hole.
“You’re so fucking wet, Aurora. You must’ve been wanting this really bad,” he says darkly.
It’s true. I do want this. And there’s no hiding it from these men.
They can always tell just how much I desire them.
In fact, they provoke me all the time to admit my lust and need for them.
I can’t hide from them, no matter how hard I try.
They force me into submission and to be real with them.
Declan starts fingering my pussy, and I clench down around his hand as familiar waves of pleasure start to build within me. He strokes my clit with his thumb, and it feels so fucking good—but ultimately, his fingers go straight to my G-spot. That—combined with the clitoral stimulation and the feel of Jasper’s cock fucking my throat—is enough to put me over the edge.
I just start coming almost immediately around Declan’s fingers. I come so hard, and he fingers me harder through the process. I shut my eyes and try to take in the painful torrents of pleasure that are shooting through my system.
It’s fucking violent how much I come.
Declan pulls his hand away from me and says, “Such a little fucking slut. She came almost immediately. She must’ve been dying to have our cocks inside of her.”
Knowing that I’ve come so quickly makes Jasper pump into my mouth even harder. He fucks me without restraint. I suck his cock without restraint, too.
I, like, need it to live.
And soon, I see him close his eyes, and he pumps his hot load down my throat. I can’t even taste it, because it’s shooting so far down past my taste buds. I nearly choke on the gallons of cum that are streaming down my throat.
He pumps himself into me over and over again until all of his essence is gone. Then he sighs deeply and pulls out of me. His lips meet mine, and I know he wants to taste himself on my mouth.
I kiss him, and it feels so right. But then, he pulls away, and I’m left alone and empty on the bed.
Before I can feel too alone, though, Declan places himself squarely between my legs. He’s undressed now, and his giant cock is out and throbbing. I finally have a nice view of him, my man who has such an eye for beauty.
He holds my knees apart and looks me straight in the eyes.
Of course, I blush.
I want to look away, but I don’t. I hold his gaze, and I try to be in this moment with him, even though it’s overwhelming. I try to stay in the intensity of it.
Ultimately, being in this place where my darkest and most inward desires lie is where I feel the freest. It’s because I can finally let go and trust these men to handle everything, to handle me.
“Are you ready, baby? I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’re gonna forget your fucking name. You understand?”
All I do is nod.
He pushes the tip of his cock inside my pussy, and I tremble in anticipation. He pushes in deeper, and I feel myself spread out wide. He pushes me past my limits, and with each inch of his cock that I’m able to contain, I feel more on the verge of ecstasy.
He spreads me to my max. And it feels so fucking good.
“You want all of that cock in your tight little cunt?” he asks, making eye contact with me the entire time.
“Yes,” I say.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
And before I know what’s happening, he’s thrusting into me, and I cry out from the pain of it all. Pain dissolves into pleasure, and soon, it’s just me and Declan.
We exist in our own world for the time being.
He pumps into me, and I stretch to contain him. After a while, the pleasure factor hits the top. Waves of warm sensation flow through me, and soon, the warmth turns into a cool type of heightened desire.
“Baby, I want you to come. Come right now,” he says, looking into my eyes, forcing me to trust.
All it takes is Declan giving me permission to do it. I unleash around his cock, and the spirals and waves of pleasure rip through me.
He comes at the same time I do, and I feel his hot load intermingle with my dripping wet pussy.
My body is quaking and trembling. He leans down and kisses me, and I kiss him back, knowing that this situation is right.
And then Finn comes over. He’s undressed now, and my eyes widen because I have a feeling of what he’s going to do.
He pulls me away from Declan.
He pulls my ass over to the side of the bed, and then he sticks his fingers in my pussy to get them nice and lubed. After he’s done that, he shoves one finger and then two inside of my asshole.
I cry out in pain, because it does fucking hurt. But I trust him, and I know he’s gonna bring me to new heights of pleasure.
He fingers my hole for a while, getting me ready to take him in. Then, he leans down and kisses me there. He tongues my asshole and fingers my pussy at the same time, making the sensations of bliss rise again.
When I’m nice and primed, he spreads my ass open and pushes himself into me again—slowly at first, to make sure I can acclimate.
“Daddy wants your asshole, baby. I want to make you pay for making me feel this way. I’m obsessed with you.”
His words send electricity and thrills through my body as I try to digest what he just said. This man is inside me, fucking my brains out, and yet he’s just admitted that all of this rides on the fact that I make him unhinged.
He’s in love with me, and I feel that now to such great lengths that I just want to open up and let him explore all the hidden crevices of my unborn desire that need filling.
We fuck like this through the night and into the morning—all of us taking turns and being one.
By the time I open my eyes to the sound of crashing waves, I think my men are finally spent. They’re wrapped around me tightly, to the point that I can’t even move—nor do I want to.
I close my eyes and fall fast asleep again in the midst of my new reality.
This is forever.
Chapter 52
Aurora
I put my high-heeled feet up on the desk and bask in the glory of my new enterprise.
I am a boss.
And a mom.
And a wife.
We got married shortly after we found out that I was pregnant. The vows were on their way, though. I knew I would marry these guys a long time ago…even before I found out about the babies.
That’s right—I said babies. I had triplets. Little baby girls.
And they each came with different eye colors: brown, green, and blue.
I guess you could say I’ve been living the dream. The only problem is Anders is still in rehab. Yeah, he’s been in there this long. His condition was so precarious that it’s taken over a year for him to recover.
I haven’t seen him since that fateful day when he stepped into the limousine and left me to go heal. H
e left me in the arms of my three men, the Grayson brothers. And I’ve never looked back.
I couldn’t be wrapped up in more capable men if I tried. From day one, they’ve made sure I was okay. They took my virginity and then each of them simultaneously wooed and pursued me for quite a while.
The thing that I love is that I got to know them each as individual men. I fell in love with Jasper because he’s rough and rugged—but underneath that harsh exterior, he’s really just a teddy bear who’s in love with me.
Finn is all talk. And he swept me off my feet because of his wit and his adventurous nature and ultimately because he was able to show me the dirty goddess within myself.
And Declan, what can I say about Declan? He took those erotic photos of me, and from that moment forward, I was able to see myself as he does—as a sexual being with wants and desires—and that it’s okay.
Declan makes me feel beautiful every day, Finn tortures me with dirty language that I secretly adore, and Jasper manhandles me all the time. I’ve come to depend on each of them for their varying qualities and ultimately for the way they make me feel…adored.
But let’s face it, these guys are hot, and it doesn’t hurt that there are three of them. We function better as a unit, and most of all, these guys force me to face that part of myself that wants to submit and to let go under the embrace of strong men.
I feel empowered doing so, and I feel like I can finally be myself, shadow-side and all.
Finn walks into my office. “Hey, baby, you look nice. Have you heard from Anders?”
I look at him and for a second our eyes connect. There’s heat and fire flowing between us, and we both know it. I’m on edge around him with this constant feeling of passion that never dies.
Secretly, I hope that he shuts the blinds and takes me on the couch in my newly-redecorated office.
“Hi, um, yeah. I heard from him. He’s on his way here from the airport.” I bite my bottom lip and think of all the naughty things I wish he would do.
“How did he sound?” he asks.
“He sounded…good. I mean, I don’t know what to expect, and I can only hope the treatment worked, but yeah, he sounded all right.”
He smiles at me in that charming way of his. “That’s good.”
I toy with the idea of blowing him right here and giving him a reason to treat me badly, like the naughty little slut that I am.
But I hold back because I see Jasper coming down the hallway.
He turns into my office and says, “Hey, Aurora, he’ll be here in a couple minutes. I just heard from the bodyguard.”
I laugh easily. These guys make it their number one priority to see that I’m protected. We had a close call in the past with that billionaire loan shark guy, and I’ve had too many instances of Anders trying to ruin my life.
No, history won’t repeat itself. These guys make sure I’m under lock and key, in the best way possible.
In fact, they help me to rebuild Highmore Chocolates. They loaned me some money to get things going, and it didn’t take very long for the Belgian suppliers to come back and for things to take off. We’ve been doing very well.
My parent’s office is still intact, and so is our apartment on Park Avenue. I would never let go of these things, because they help remind me of where I came from.
But at the same time, I’ve been fully capable of moving forward. The guys and I have moved into our own New York City penthouse.
It’s two stories high, and it has every luxury I could desire, from imported marble countertops to a spa and a top-of-the-line kitchen. It literally has everything, including a custom-built master suite that can hold all of us.
I squeeze my legs together to think of what happened in there just last night. This is my new happy thought, but it’s oh-so-much darker than I ever knew I was capable of handling.
“I’m nervous to see him,” I tell the guys.
Let’s face it, I was torn up the last time Anders was in my life. He was such an asshole—and frankly, I’m sure if I’m ready to encounter that kind of hostility again. I’m too happy in my new life to ever deal with things of the past that were not for me.
If Anders isn’t really better and he tries to turn his old tricks, I swear to God, I’ll cut him out of my life forever.
I have babies to think of, after all. I can still cut their Uncle Anders out of their lives and pretend he never existed. Which I will do if he’s really not in a good place.
Jasper comes over to me and brushes his lips across mine.
“Do you think I would ever let him get near you or our little babies if I thought he’d be a threat? Never. I promise you. Aurora, from now on, you are safe. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Of course,” I say immediately, because it’s true.
Plus, I have this ever-present desire to please Jasper and the guys in all the ways I can. He must know that I trust him implicitly.
I lean back in my soft velvet office chair and stare at Finn and Jasper. They’re so alike, and yet so very different. My eyes are feasting on them, and I’m getting my fill just as Declan walks in.
“Baby, he’s here,” Declan says as he offers his hand to help me up. “And can I just take a minute to say how fucking stunning you look? Where’d you get that outfit?”
I smile mischievously. “Oh, you know, around. A girl never gives up her secrets.”
I have to maintain some mystery in my life and some sense of self. Otherwise, I might get lost and utterly consumed by these men.
Declan is always the one to notice my latest finds and the subtle things I do with my look. He’s an artist through and through, and I have all manners of erotic photography to prove that.
I stand close to his side and say nervously, “Okay, well, it’s now or never.”
He squeezes my hand in reassurance, and just at that moment, my brother walks through the door—and I barely recognize him.
He’s, like, handsome again.
“Anders,” I say, unable to hide the shock in my voice. “Is that you?”
I go to him immediately and hug him tightly. I just can’t believe that my brother’s back and that he seems okay. All those days and nights of worrying about him, of calling the police station, and even the morgue…they seem like a distant memory now and as if history won’t repeat itself because he actually seems…okay.
“Hi, sis—geez, hug my brains out, why don’t you. How are you?”
I look up into his shining eyes, and for once, I feel like absolutely everything is all right. With Anders back to his former self and with him stronger than ever before because he has walked through the fire of drug addiction, I feel like I can finally relax and revel in my new happiness.
“You just look so…good…and healthy…and—” tears form in my eyes, and I just can’t believe that this strong man is standing before me now.
He looks around the room at me and at each Grayson brother before saying, “I just want you all to know how truly sorry I am. Especially to you, Aurora. I nearly ruined your life, and I put you in danger. I can’t imagine the worry you must’ve felt for me, and I’m so, so sorry for that. I plan on making this up to you for the rest of our lives. You saved me, sis. Because of you, I’m standing here alive and well today.”
“It’s okay,” I say tearfully as I put my arm around his waist. “You’re better now, that’s all that matters.”
Jasper slaps him on the back and says, “You’re an uncle now, too.”
“An uncle times three,” Declan clarifies.
“To little baby girl triplets,” Finn declares.
“Wait, what?” my brother says incredulously.
I look up into his eyes and nod my head to confirm. “Yeah, you missed a lot while you were away.”
I swear I see tears form in his eyes as he says, “Mom and Dad would’ve been so proud.”
Declan puts a hand on his shoulder and says, “They are. Trust me. And so is our dad, John James Grayson.”
“We�
��re a family now, keeping the tradition alive,” Finn says. “And you’re part of it.”
I look around the room at all the men in my life, and I feel so blessed and secure and at ease. All the pain I endured to get to this moment was worth it…
I am finally home.
Murder/Love
By Dark Angel
Copyright 2017 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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Carrie
The gossamer gown I’m wearing reflects every glittering crystal along the ballroom walls. Laurel Jameson turns 18 today, and the entire class of Westwick Preparatory Academy is gathered in the hotel ballroom to celebrate her. Every lavish design, expensive gift and extravagance has been laid at Laurel’s feet. The catering is something to be reckoned, some of it getting better plane tickets that people who are flying into this city. It is a despicable waste of time and money, but who am I to say so? I have never wanted to celebrate my birthday at all, much less by parading the entire class around with a show of extravagance and then pretending like everything personally offends.
“You must be having fun,” Laurel says to me in a biting voice, flouncing her wrist in my direction. “You’ve got no life, Carrie. But I can’t believe my parents let the caterers freeze and reheat these trays. And serving four kinds of salad? And this seafood stinks.” Laurel drops her glass on the ground, and it doesn’t shatter against the plushly carpeted floor, just spilling. Laurel walks away from me, done with her current jab and the beverage that so dissatisfied her.
I see her stalking toward one of the caterer’s staff members. The woman fearfully makes her way towards Laurel to give her a new champagne flute, even though everyone knows she didn’t drop the glass by accident.
