Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Fuck patience!” I snapped at him, and the stranger laughed.
“I should teach you a lesson,” Matt went on. “I should tie you to my bed and keep you at the most heightened state of arousal for hours. Hours, Charlotte. Can you imagine? Do you think you could take it?”
“No,” I wailed.
“There are so many ways I could do it,” he threatened, but I lost focus on his words as the stranger used the flat of his tongue to lick from the bottom of my opening up and up, stopping again before he touched the part that needed it. I picked out key words, like, “vibrator in your cunt and in your ass,” and “until your voice is completely gone.”
I would have agreed to all of it if he promised to let me come right now, first.
“I think you’ve waited long enough,” the stranger said, and finally, finally circled my clit with his tongue. It took almost no pressure and the slightest movement before I lost control. My thighs trembled around the stranger’s head, and I arched my back with a scream of pleasure that would probably have someone calling the cops about a murder. He sucked my clit and my world burst apart, leaving me adrift in a void of pleasure that seemed never-ending. As soon as one orgasm ended, another was ready to crest. And I was still trapped, unable to escape the onslaught of sensation.
“Do you want to fuck her?” Matt asked.
“Please!” I cried out.
“Do you want to fuck her?” Matt asked again, and when the stranger nodded, Matt set me on my feet. I could barely stay upright, but he ordered, “hands and knees.”
On my hands and knees, on the slate tile? It sounded uncomfortable and humiliating.
I dropped to the floor immediately.
I heard a condom wrapper opening. The stranger’s hands rested on my hips and my eyelids fluttered closed in anticipation. They flew open again at the touch of Matt’s cock against my lips. I opened my mouth to take him in, but the stranger plunged into my cunt so fast, a stuttered gasp interrupted me. There was no delicate, diabolical teasing like Matt had subjected me to the night before. No games and certainly no regard for my pleasure, as I was there to please them.
The stranger’s cock was brutally hard as he slammed into me, fast and desperate. I tried my best to suck Matt’s cock, but my rational mind worried that one of those bone-juddering thrusts would make my jaw inadvertently close and I would bite him.
Not the way I wanted this little interlude to end.
The stranger drove deep, his body stiffening behind me, his cock twitching and throbbing against the walls of my battered, swollen cunt. He sagged over me, droplets of his sweat falling cold onto my back.
Matt pulled out of my mouth, breathing hard. “That’s the best you could do?”
“Sorry. She’s just so hot,” the stranger said with a laugh.
“Get up,” Matt told me as the stranger withdrew from my body. “Go sit in that chair. Put your legs over the arms.”
Numb, I rose and wobbled my way to the seating area by the bar. The guys spoke to each other in low tones, but all I could hear was my own pulse and heavy breathing. That had happened. It had actually happened.
I dropped into the big square armchair and did exactly what I’d been instructed to do, which had the effect of once again exposing my cunt. Matt took a seat across from me on the sofa, stroking his cock. The stranger knelt in front of him and took Matt into his mouth with a skill that was obviously more honed than mine; Matt groaned and dropped his head back, breaths coming faster and faster.
“Touch your pussy for me,” he commanded. “I want to watch you while he sucks my cock.”
My body was still on fire, and my clit cried out for more stimulation despite being insanely overstimulated. I’d never had the chance to see something so intimate between two men—porn didn’t count. Watching Matt enjoy the ministrations of a tongue and mouth I already knew the impressive skills of made me come almost immediately. My body spasmed, contorted as it was in my ridiculous position, and my back strained.
I hoped I would be able to walk the next day.
“I’m close,” Matt warned the stranger, and he wasn’t kidding; his hips came up off the sofa, pumping in rhythm with the stranger’s fist, which had replaced his mouth just in time. Long ropes of cum splashed up Matt’s belly and chest as a guttural groan cut off in his throat. The stranger kept up the pace until Matt’s cock stopped squirting and jerking and Matt pushed his hand away.
In the silence that followed, I didn’t know how to react. I’d had one of my most secret fantasies played out for me, arranged by the man who gave me an exhausted grin and a thumbs-up.