Chapter 27

Jasper

Halfway across the lobby, on the way to the elevator, Aurora trips. Her arms flail as she tries to stay upright. My lightening reflexes kick in, and I grab her around the waist, saving her from certain death.

Okay, not death, but a fall on the marbled floor, which can be fucking painful.

She giggles and shimmies her body against me.

“Thank you.”

Her puppy eyes look at me. Red lips invite me to kiss her.

What else can I do but accept the invitation? My mouth finds hers. I use my left hand to pull her toward me from the back of her neck.

A tiny sound escapes her lips, muffled by our kiss. I push my tongue against hers and engage in a rapturous dance. We’re obsessed, into each other, and having a fucking fantastic time.

At last, I pull away from her, though I hate to do it. She laughs, and I love the way a hint of pink has snuck into her cheeks.

My thumb traces the outline of her lips, and she bites the tip of it.

With a forceful grab of her right wrist, I propel her forward again. Time to get into the penthouse—otherwise I might just fuck her right here.

While we wait for the elevator to come, she wraps her arms around my neck and lifts her chin.

“Did I thank you for this evening already?”

I shake my head. “Not properly anyway. You know what they say?”

Aurora shakes her head. “What do they say?”

The way she looks at me melts my fucking heart. It’s fucking amazing, the effect she has on me. I mean, I’m a tough Grayson. My eyes move steel, and my voice shatters glass.

When I speak, people listen. When I say jump, people ask how high.

But when I look at this woman, I turn into something else. She makes me into a better man. She pulls forth the best version of me—and I think I like it.

Let’s hope she never works out how much fucking power she has.

“Action speaks louder than words.”

Her eyes seem to widen even more, if that’s even possible.

“Really? I wonder what action I could use to show my thanks?”

My hand rests on her ass, and I give it a firm squeeze.

“I can think of a few…actions.”

The elevator arrives, and I pull her behind me into the small space. As soon as the door closes, my lips are back on hers. My hands have taken on a life of their own and push up her top to find those delicious, hard nipples.

At the same time, her fingers are fumbling with the button on my pants. Just as she’s able to undo it, the doors open.

As is my want, I act decisively. Instead of walking out with Aurora in tow, I pick her up. I’m like that in all aspects of my life—when a quick decision is needed, I make it.

I don’t fuck around debating, calling for a committee meeting, throwing a hundred different ideas in the mix before making a fucking decision.

My motto is that a quick decision is a good decision.

Okay, so maybe I’ve regretted the odd act here or there, but overall, I grab life by the fucking balls and turn it to my advantage.

When I reach the door, I put her back down.

“Tell me, Mr. Grayson,” Aurora whispers as I fumble with the key to my own door. “Is now a good time to show how thankful I am?”

Before I can respond, she drops to her knees and unzips my pants.

Now I drop the key instead of putting it into the hole. This woman is something else. No one has ever been able to turn my head the way she can.

“Are you looking for these?” She holds up the key with her left hand as her right hand releases my massive cock through my open pants.

If I don’t fucking get into the apartment, I think I might spray my cum all over the grey walls of the hallway.

When I finally unlock the door, we both almost tumble through it. I catch myself at the last minute and pull Aurora to her feet.

My right foot kicks the door shut, and I feel her flinch a little when it slams into the lock.

She drops back to her knees. “Now, where was I?”

Despite my cock’s protests, I pull her up and away.

“Not yet,” I growl and drag her behind me into the living area.

Here, I throw her onto the black leather couch and take a deep breath. She giggles.

“How about another drink?”

Aurora pouts. “I was about to get myself something.”

I groan and watch as she glides out of her pants and top. Then she slides onto the floor and slithers toward me, snake-like. It’s a fucking turn on if ever I saw one.

She stretches her arms out in front of her and pulls her body forward. Her tits scrape on my floor, as does her pussy.

When she’s at my feet, she gets to her hands and knees. I feel as if I’m about to lose my mind.

What the fuck is going on?

I never lose control of a situation. Women do as I command. Not the other way around.

Somehow, I don’t think Aurora would listen to me right now. She’s in her own power.

Mesmerized, I watch her piano fingers work on getting my pants off. In less than a second, I feel the warmth of her breath on my cock.

My cock’s so hard, ready to make her mine.

If she keeps going, I think I’ll come before she can even put my cock between those delicious fucking lips of hers.

To regain some control, I grab her hair to pull her forward onto me. There’s a bit of resistance, the type you get from a door that has not been opened in a while, but then she accepts her fate.

She takes all of me into her without any fucking problem. There’s no hesitation, just action.

Aurora really is a girl after my own heart. Action, I’m all about action. It’s action that propels you forward in life.

Inaction makes you stale. If you want something, you go for it and don’t wait for someone to hand it to you on a silver platter.

People think I don’t know how to work, because I was born rich. Fucking ignorant dickheads. Our father was a hard man—a disciplinarian. I knew what fucking hard work was before my thirteenth birthday.

Usually, I don’t feel emotions when I fuck. When I fuck, it’s about the act and not the emotion.

But this girl is different. I feel strange things—new things, like lust and love and desire all combined into one. And most of all, I feel possessive of her. I feel like she’s mine already.

And when she starts sucking my cock hard and fast, I damn near lose it. The sight of those perfect, full lips straining to contain my giant member is enough to put me over the edge—but I hold back.

I thrust my cock toward her. I let my fingers grip her hair and tug at it.

Her fingers join in the magic of her mouth. Before I know what’s happening, she cupping her soft hands around my balls. She squeezes gently and runs her tongue along the length of my shaft.

I start to thrust my pelvis hard and fast into those delicate features of her face. She matches my movements. Her tongue wraps around my massive shaft and licks it as if it’s an ice cream cone.

Deep within my abdomen, a tiny flame flickers and steadily grows. It flickers and grabs my insides.

Brighter and brighter, it burns and starts to rip through me at breakneck speed. It’s the speed I travel on my bike down the freeway.

It seems impossible, but I feel my fucking cock grow bigger with each inward thrust. Aurora sucks harder and harder, as if she’s trying to suck my juices out of me instead of waiting for me to erupt inside of her.

To my surprise, I come much sooner than I’m used to. Other girls take a lot longer to get me to shoot my load into their often medically-enhanced faces.

There’s nothing fake about Aurora’s face. It’s the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. Those eyes are magic.

I realize I want to look into her eyes as I come and pull her head back a little until I feel myself fall into them, like a raindrop falls into a lake.

She looks at me, and I erupt. It’s massive, it’s huge, and it feels oh so fucking fantastic.

Time starts to slow down for me as I drown in Aurora’s eyes and continue to shoot my cream-colored cum into her. She drinks every last drop of my juices. None of it spills.

When I pull out of her, I’m wrapped in some fucking afterglow I’ve never felt before.

She smiles at me, licks her lips, and tilts her head a little to the right.

“What shall we do now?”