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)
She takes every inch, every thrust, acknowledging ever growl and groan.
She takes it all in stride, never relenting herself.
Having such a primal, animalistic encounter with her is so fucking hot. She knows exactly how to be our bitch, and she fucking loves it.
She squirts cum all over Declan and I, practically forcing our cocks out of her.
Finn pulls out as well, and Declan stands on his knees and lets Aurora fall to the bed. Stroking our cocks, we gather around her cunt, and all of us come onto her pussy, letting it drip down, globs of our fluids trickling into her.
She moves her hand down to her pussy and starts pushing cum into her, mixing our fluids together. This fucking hottie wants our cum buried deep inside her, and we all watch as she forces it deeper and deeper, smiling at us all the while.
When we’ve finished, we all lay on the bed with her, petting her and enjoying our perfect woman.
We’ve all accepted that she can be ours, and each of us hers. We look out to the balcony, captivated by waves crashing against the sand and the salty breeze traveling through the air.
Nothing can go wrong right now.
Chapter 48
Aurora
A salty wind blows through my hair, giving it that perfect beach texture.
It’s winter here, even at the beach, so things are not as warm as they could be. But the cold weather coming off the ocean is invigorating—and it does everything to lift my mood.
The beach house is an idyllic place to be. It’s so far removed from the city and all of my problems there.
Life should be easier than this, right? I mean, I got stabbed in the heart when my parents died; it was a loss that I’ll never get over, much less understand. That should be the extent of my pain, right? One person can’t go through much more.
But as I sit on the beach, looking out at the stormy skies, I can only think about Anders.
Dealing with his addiction has robbed me of my happiness. And yet sitting on the beach, with the sand between my toes, all is starting to look right in the world again.
I sit back and let the salty breeze blow through my hair while pulling my pashmina tightly around my shoulders. What I wouldn’t give for sunny weather right now.
As it is, winter is falling upon New York. Icy weather threatens to keep me locked indoors. There’s no escaping it.
I’m not ready for any of this. My life seems far too complicated for my young age. Most girls I know are partying and making mistakes.
Me? I’m dealing with the death of my family, a drug-addicted brother, and our impending financial collapse. I’m not strong enough to carry the world on my shoulders alone.
I need help—and I’m ready to admit that.
Then I see him coming. My thin and worn-out brother is meeting me on the beach.
It’s hard to look at him in this state. He looks so unlike his former strong self.
“Hey, Aurora, can I join you?” he asks.
I shrug.
He takes a seat. And for a while, both of us to sit on the beach, staring out at the horizon.
There’s nothing said, so many words left unspoken. And yet I need to be heard.
Does he have any idea of the level of pain he’s caused me? Does he even care?
As if reading my thoughts, he says, “I just wanted to say…that I’m sorry. Listen, Aurora, I know I put you through hell and back. I know I forced you to sell your virginity, and I…I can’t even believe I did that.”
I look at him to see if he’s serious. For once, he’s acting lucid. His eyes are bright and different.
I realize I haven’t seen his sober self for so long that I barely recognize it.
“Yeah, well, what’s done is done. We can’t change the past I guess.”
I try to brush off his comments. I don’t need an apology. I don’t need anything.
All of a sudden, several years’ worth of disappointment and emotion that comes from trying to save my brother bubbles up to the surface. It’s as if now that I know he’s gonna be okay, my true feelings of anger can emerge.
Now that I don’t have to be so worried about him all the time, I can feel mad about what he’s done to me and to our lives.
He turns towards me and says in a pleading tone, “Aurora, I’m being serious. You saved my life, okay? You never gave up on me. Without you, I’d be dead on the street somewhere.”
I look at him, and his sincerity registers. I want to throw my arms around him and hug him and tell him that I love him and that he’s my only family so, of course, I’d do anything for him.