Show & Sell

Without another word, I lean forward, one hand wrapping around his balls and the other steadying myself on the base of his shaft. At first, I only take the tip into my mouth. I fear I might gag if I go too quickly.

He has other ideas. As soon as my mouth opens, Finn grabs me by the hair and pulls me onto all of his twelve inches.

I gag a little on him, but I love the sensation and the idea that he’s just so big that he can fill me up entirely. I have to adjust to take in all of him. I tilt my back and feel the tip of him sliding right down my throat.

Before I can do anything other than massage his balls as best I know how, he starts to pull out of me before thrusting back in. His hips push toward me, and he starts to really fuck my mouth. It happens fast and hard.

His body is tense, and I can feel the juices of my pussy gush out of me, waterfall-like.

In the end, he’s got so much force behind each thrust, I fear he might unbalance me. I let go of his balls and shaft, and I grab his hips. My fingernails dig into his skin.

I can sense he’s not far off coming. I can see those perfect abs tighten, and seconds later, his entire body is gripped by multiple tiny muscle spasms.

At the same time, he shoots a huge load of cum down my throat. It keeps coming. I try and swallow all of it, but feel the overflow trickle down my chin and drip onto my chest.

He tastes so good, and just the idea that I’ve brought him to climax like that, right here in the limo, makes me feel special.

When he’s done, he pulls out of me. The limo is pulling up to a stop. Quickly, he pulls his boxers and pants back on.

“Looks like you came just in time,” I tease, and he grins.

“I’ve got perfect timing, babe,” he replies and jumps out of the open door.

“We’ll see about that,” I say and follow, waiting for him to pick me up, because I’m shoeless, and it’s freezing cold outside.Chapter 21Aurora

Gone is the sweet innocent girl of a week ago.

In her place is a very bad girl.

I’m not sure what’s happened to her, the good girl. Maybe she’s just hiding, or she’s simply been put in the bottom of a drawer to be pulled out later at a more suitable time.

Of course, I have no idea when a more suitable time is, or if I even want the good girl to come back.

At the moment, I’m getting used to the new, bad girl version of myself that comes by being with Finn. Strong, handsome Finn.

I have my arms wrapped around him, and I nuzzle my cheek into the soft part of his neck. He’s carrying me up to his penthouse.

I feel tranquil in his arms. He smells like deep musky cologne, and it sends streams of sexual arousal coursing through my body. My lips turn into tiny butterfly wings that start caressing the area near his Adam’s apple.

A soft sigh escapes his lips, and I press my curves into his muscles of steel. I’ve never met a man like Finn.

I guess I’ve not really met many men. The ones I did meet were nothing special. A lot of my brother’s friends hit on me growing up, but I always saved myself.

While I have thought men were attractive, it’s been a fairly easy road for me, as far as saying no was concerned. Now if I had run into Finn or any of his brothers before now…well, things might have turned out differently for me.

The auction is still fresh in my mind. By now, I have very mixed emotions about the whole night.

At the time, the hate I’d felt for Anders was burning brightly. But since the actual night with the Grayson brothers, I’ve had to rein in some of my stronger feelings.

Just like my parents raised me, I try and see the silver lining. And if I’m honest, losing my virginity to the Grayson brothers was amazing.

I’ve never met people like them. Not only do they ooze self-confidence, they’re arrogant, over-the-top competitive with each other, and incredibly good-looking.

What am I talking about? They’re practically Greek gods. Zeus himself pales in comparison to these guys.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking of them for a second, no matter how hard I try. And I never thought I’d see them again.

When Finn sent me a text, I could barely contain my excitement.

A glimmer of hope ignited within me. Maybe my happiness could happen. Maybe my feelings are not unrequited after all.

He must like me. You don’t ask a girl for another date unless you like her, right?