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. She 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.