Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
My eyes can’t pull away from Aurora. The way that dress clings to her body, I know she doesn’t want me to, either.
Her nipples drove every man at the exhibit crazy tonight. I heard enough remarks from them to know she was a big hit.
“Me? Oh, I can tell that you want me,” she says flirtatiously.
I don’t hide my cock. Fuck that. Any woman I want knows that I have a huge cock.
And Aurora certainly knows it. My hand rubs across my stiff package. My shaft is pulsating under my clothing.
“Yeah, I remember you screaming over this,” I say, gripping the material tight.
Aurora looks shocked. I can’t help but find that a turn on. When a woman seems appalled, I’m turned on. I can’t help but let the asshole side of me out to play.
“Now, baby,” I say pulling her into my arms. “I want you to do something for me.”
She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and says, “Anything.”
I graze my teeth across her lips and say, “Anything? You mean that?”
“Of course I do, Declan. I-I want you.”
Fuck. The look in her eyes and the way she says those words is everything to me.
“Okay then, baby. I want you to strip and let me photograph you.”
“What?” she says, her eyes wide.
“You said you’d do anything,” I remind her.
I don’t wait for her to do as she’s told before grabbing my camera. Catching a woman in a spontaneous moment on film is how I get the best pictures.
“All of it? You want me to remove everything?” Aurora asks.
I nod. Aurora is not stupid; she knows I want to see every inch of her sweet body. I watch as she timidly begins to take off her clothes.
She kicks off a heel. Starts slow. And before long, she’s standing naked before me in all pf her glory.
She looks ethereal, like a fucking goddess.
I take a couple pics, wanting to remember this moment forever.
“Fuck, you’re a masterpiece,” I say, as my cock is harder than ever.
I mean it. I’ve taken many women to bed, and many into my studio, but none have left a lasting impression on me like Aurora did. None have been here that I’ve ever wanted to have a second time with.
I guess you could say I’ve been waiting for someone fucking perfect—inspirational, even—to take charge of my camera and my heart.
Setting the camera down, I disrobe along with Aurora. Of course, my massive cock is on display. There’s no hiding it. Her eyes are on me, measuring the size and scope of what she’s about to take in.
I want to take tonight slowly. No need to rush this fuck. My brothers won’t be involved tonight. I can take my time—and I plan on doing so.
I close the space between us, lifting her chin to kiss her. Her soft lips caressing mine can make a sober man drunk. She gets to my head quicker than any woman ever has.
I move my hands down her back, pulling her body close to mine. I want Aurora to feel the hardness of my cock against her belly. She’s so hot for it that I can feel the warmth of her pussy.
I want to be inside of her, but not yet. I have something special for this one.
Picking her up, I carry Aurora over to the bed in the center of the room. It’s one that we use as a prop, but not today. Today, I plan on christening that bed.
“Wait here for a minute. I have plans for you, little lady,” I say, my voice raspy with want.
The studio has a fully functioning kitchen, and if I remember right, there’s a jar of hot fudge. Putting it in the microwave for about 90 seconds, I see that it melts nicely. Swiping my finger through the hot syrup, I check to make sure that the sweet confection is the perfect temperature.
I bring it out to her, fully intending to make a mess of the studio space.
“What’s that?” Aurora asks.
She’s naked on the bed at my full disposal.
“A little chocolate to sweeten the deal,” I respond, smirking.
With my right hand, I snap a few pictures of Aurora lying there naked. The blush on her skin will look good on film. I haven’t even begun, and yet she’s so fucking ready. How is this girl not a professional model?
I straddle her legs, holding the spoon over her tits. The first drop of warm dark fudge lands on her right nipple. Smirking, I watch a chocolate trail down the side of her breast.
Snap!
Another picture caught on film. I don’t know how many I’m taking at this point, but I just keep clicking, not wanting to miss a moment of her beautiful naked body.
It’s all for me this time. My eyes alone will see these pictures, and she’ll be forever etched into my memory—as if she already isn’t there.