Chapter 36

Aurora

The taste of Declan remains on my lips.

I swirl my tongue over the taste of his essence and watch him the entire time.

I can’t get enough.

The mixture of decadent chocolate and pre-cum is an aphrodisiac.

I spread my legs like he tells me, and I’m impaled with twelve inches of hard cock.

Oh my god!

Does he even know how good that cock feels? My slender slit spreads wide open when Declan takes my cunt. That honey trap is already seeping enough to coat his cock with slick juices.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, Declan,” I scream.

I know he won’t. He can’t stop fucking me, just like I can’t stop needing him. I was surprised when he called me today, but I must admit I’ve wanted this since the last time we were together.

Having three men take my virginity was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. I’ve found my true self—at least I hope this is what it is. The bad girl inside of me is coming to life, and it feels empowering.

I’m breathless and panting as his cock pumps hard into me, and my pussy walls clench around him. Every stroke inside of me feels like the first time. Declan is so big that I can feel the veins of his cock pulsating inside my pussy.

These brothers are exceptional when it comes to sex. I can only imagine how they are on an everyday basis.

My hands can’t stop exploring. I move them down his back and drag my fingernails on his skin, trying to pull him into me harder. I can’t deny myself the satisfaction of leaving my mark on him.

I arch my back to allow Declan deeper access to my body. I might’ve been a virgin before, but my inner vixen is becoming unleashed.

All I can think about is the feel of his cock stretching me, and all I can see is the darkened look in his eyes.

“Oh, god, Declan, please,” I beg.

I watch his eyes as he pumps into my pussy. The more intense he is, the darker his green eyes become.

I could get lost in them, but I don’t dare. Looking straight at him feels too intimate. So, I break away from his gaze but moan in pleasure as he delivers me the thrill of a fucking lifetime.

I feel the orgasm building within me, and it threatens to be a big one, one that could possibly destroy me.

Will I ever come down from the high of being with Declan?

“Oh, I’m going to break that pussy, Aurora,” he says.

My legs are shaking, quaking. Unable to keep them still, I wrap them around his waist. Every fiber of my being is on fire for this man, and it rips through my entire body in torrents.

First was the chocolate, then the masturbation...and now the way he’s fucking me.

Snap!

Snap!

Declan takes pictures of us even as we fuck. He pulls out of me, and I whimper. I want him inside me.

Then, he captures images of my soaking wet pussy with his camera. I blush.

“You look so goddamn good with your pussy stretched open like that,” he says.

Declan is sexy. His broody nature is dark and intense. He’s an artist through and through. I’ve always been around men who are fun-loving—my dad, and my brother (pre-addiction).

Now though, I find myself falling for an artist who’s more demanding than I’m used to. Everything with him is profound and heightened. He makes me feel like I’m finally living.

Every snap of his camera emboldens me to let my inner sex goddess loose. And he’s so commanding; I love being dominated by that.

The flash from the camera keeps lighting up the room. I never thought that I’d be okay with being on camera, much less being naked on camera, but something about him makes me want to be on display.

He sees something in me that I don’t...maybe it’s beauty or intrigue...or maybe I’m flattering myself. But just being in Declan’s presence makes me feel like I’m special.

Besides, I want to see how he sees me, through the lens of his camera, rather than how I look at myself. Declan is a fantastic artist. I know he will do me justice.

“Smile for the camera,” Declan says teasingly.

All I can think about is having more of that thick cock. And soon, I’m not disappointed.

I smile just as his cock pushes back inside my tight pussy. My mouth opens to a scream as the flash goes off.

He gets me right at the pinnacle. I’m close to coming. I want to let go.

My body shakes like a tremor before an earthquake. Waves build. I scratch my fingernails down his back as the heat takes over.

“Oh, fuck! I’m going to come,” I scream, and my body stiffens before I shake with pleasure.

My body’s twisting and turning beneath Declan, writhing in the torment of a deep orgasm. And he doesn’t stop taking pictures of me.

I don’t know if this is something I want to be photographed. I only want to experience the plunge.

“Come all over my fucking cock,” Declan orders.

My body is out of control, and my heart races. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon. Declan has my body out of control, and I love it.

After I come hard, Declan pulls out of my pussy, taking a few more pictures of me lying on the studio bed.

“Bend over for me. I need to fuck you from behind,” Declan says.

I brush my long blonde hair back from my face. I don’t take my eyes off Declan. There’s something about this man that draws me closer to him with just a look.

“Okay. I need you!” I confess to him.

Adjusting my body to rest on my hands and knees, I look back over my shoulder at Declan. My bottom lip is between my teeth, and I cast him a seductive smile knowing he’ll capture it on camera.

Snap!

Another picture of me, this time from behind. He must have hundreds at this point.

I don’t know why he’s taking all of them, but I don’t complain. I don’t know if I could stop him.

He’s in control; not me. And besides, I like all the attention.

Declan positions his body behind mine, slapping his cock against my ass.

“You want this inside of you?” he asks.

I shake my head, still looking at Declan.

“Please. Fuck me. Please, Sir,” I whisper.

“That’s my girl. You remembered your manners. And now I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

The head of Declan’s cock moves up and down my pussy lips. He is teasing me with his rock hard cock. My fingers grip the sheets on the bed to help me stay centered.

“I want it, Declan. I need you.”

“Then fucking take it all!” he growls, shoving his entire cock inside me.

“Oh shit!” I cry.

Twelve inches of cock spread my pussy wide open. My breath is taken away when he’s entirely inside me.

Dropping my head forward, my hair covers my face. Declan grips my hips as he slams deep inside my core. When he pushes in, I push back.

The impact can be heard through the entire room.

Our bodies slam together in a motion that’s in perfect sync. The sound of breathing, bodies colliding, and moans sends chills up and down my spine.

I love the way this man is making me fall for him.

I don’t even realize how, but do I want him to stop? No! Not a fucking chance.

We melt together as if our bodies were meant to be this way.

Tonight is different than the last time. I like the one-on-one attention I’m getting from Declan.

I feel like something deeper and more lasting is forming between us. That it goes beyond just lust.

“You love this fucking cock, don’t you?” Declan asks.

I scream. My body does love the way he makes me need him. He pulls back so the head of his shaft is all that remains inside me.

I want more, but I don’t say anything. I want to push back and feel him consume me once more, but I don’t.

Snap!

Snap!

He takes picture after picture of his cock barely inside of my pussy walls. He’s an incredible lover. Until tonight, I found him hard to read.

He’s intense and private. I thought I’d never see him again, but here he is making memories of me on film. He’s changed everything with each stroke of his massive cock inside me.

“Say you want it,” he says, putting the camera down at last.

“I do,” my voice is shaking as I say the words. “Please Declan, fuck me so hard.”

With that, he pushes into me from behind, and I grip the sheets as he fills me up. He goes in slow and then finds a rhythm.

God, the feel of this man’s muscle tearing apart my pussy is everything, and he just keeps going and going.

“Baby,” I say. “I can’t take it all in. It hurts.”

“Finger your clit for me Aurora. It’ll help.”

I do as he says and, much to my delight, spirals and waves of pleasure come over me with each stroke of my clit. It’s true. The sensations coming from my clit do something to ease the pain.

“Oh, yeah, it feels so fucking good,” I cry as he pummels my tight little hole. “I think I’m gonna come.”

“That’s it baby, just let it go. Come for Daddy.”

“Yes, fuck. Fuck me harder.”

He does fuck me harder. And it hurts but feels good all at the same time. Reality’s starting to fade.

I rub my fingers over myself and soon the waves crash on top of one another into a climax that leaves me limp. I’m spinning and dizzy.

Declan pulls out, his hand slapping the firm cheek of my ass.

“Turn around. I want your mouth!” Declan says.

I lick my lips, still in a daze, and turn, crawling towards him like a hungry cat. I feel like a kitten that needs milk—his milk.

I look up at Declan, mouth open, and he grabs my head, pulling me to his cock.

“Open that pretty mouth wide and suck it,” he growls.

I take his cock between my lips. My tongue circles the head before he pushes his cock all the way down my throat. He doesn’t stop when I gag.

His cock is demanding I swallow all of him. He pumps in and out and pulls me in close.

“Fuck, Aurora, my little slut, take it down your throat,” he demands.

He thrusts deeply into my mouth, and I moan around his cock. I can tell he’s getting close. I feel the swell of his cock in my mouth.

Fluids run down my chin when he pulls back from my lips.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. Open that pretty mouth and take it in deep,” he says, still pulling my head roughly against him.

Just the thought of taking him this way, of having him fuck my mouth is enough to make me come. I swirl my fingers around my clit, wanting to climax with him. I barely have a chance to get started when the first jet of his hot cum streams down my throat.

Declan pulls out with a groan and strokes his cock, the spray of his cum hitting my face. I have so much of it that it drips down my face.

Snap!

Snap!

He takes pictures of me looking at the camera with his cum on my face. I give in to the moment and finger myself while he takes pictures of me covered in the gleam of his cum.

These pictures shake me deeply. I don’t like being photographed in such a personal way, but I trust him and so I allow my bad girl side to shine.

I pose for him in a seductive manner as I lick the cum off my body.

“Hmm, Daddy, you taste so good.” I smile up at him as I lick myself dry.

But I am still shaking. Tonight has been incredible, and I know that I will see the evidence in each picture.