Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I’ve had bigger,” I goaded her. There was an intense, deeply uncomfortable pressure that made me swear under my breath.
“Oh fuck, is she doing it?” Charlotte panted. “Right now?”
I gritted my teeth, only managing a tight, “Yes.”
“Relax,” Evie ordered sternly. “Or I’ll take my hand off your cock and let you come without touching it.”
I relaxed. Because the idea of losing the contact of her hand, of ejaculating without having my cock stimulated, was the most awful punishment I could think of at the moment.
Charlotte writhed and whimpered. “I want it, too. Give me all of it.”
I hesitated with my thumb against her. The widest part of Evie’s hand passed through the burning ring of my hole. This time, when she started that twisting motion, it was all over.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I groaned, and sank my entire hand into Charlotte’s pussy. Her eyes bulged, then squeezed shut, and her mouth dropped open in shock. I wanted to stop, to make sure I hadn’t hurt her too badly, but I couldn’t say anything. The pressure of Evie’s twisting hand felt like she was manipulating my cock from the inside while she pumped me firmly outside. Ropes of cum splattered over my wrist and Charlotte’s stretched cunt.
Evie didn’t let up. She leaned over my back, teasing my ear with her breath as she whispered, “We’re going to keep this up until your girl comes. It’s only fair.”
I grunted an affirmative reply, cum still leaking out of my dick as Evie fucked my ass with her hand.
“Charlotte,” I rasped. “Are you—”
Her hand fell to her clit and she rubbed herself furiously. “Don’t stop! Keep…moving…”
I rocked my hand back and forth in short movements, never pulling out of her all the way. It was a little hard to watch her for the signs, considering I was trapped in my own seemingly endless climax. Evie was dangerously skilled; the sensation didn’t fade into oversensitivity. When I came again, I could barely discern one surge of pleasure from the others until my body seized and more cum dribbled from my tip.
“I’m…I’m…” Charlotte sobbed, then her cunt squeezed down on me so hard, I wasn’t sure the surgeons would be able to save my fingers. As the strong grip began to loosen, I slid my hand out, releasing a tide of her juices onto the upholstery.
“Red,” I barked, bucking my hips against Evie’s hand. She deftly withdrew from my ass and released my cock. By the time my head rush finished and I sat back, she was toweling off her hand with a smirk.
“Thanks,” she said, making a little kiss in the air. “I love having a man fall apart for me like that.”
“I usually like to stay in one piece, but I would do that again,” I admitted with a laugh.
Turning to Charlotte, I asked, “Are you okay?”
“Mmm. Better than okay.” She reached down to her gaping cunt. “I bet I could take two cocks in there. What do you think? I’ve never been so open.”
“I think you’re fucking filthy.” I leaned down and kissed her.
When I lifted my head, she pointed to Evie. “It’s only fair if I eat her pussy in repayment.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” I rose on shaky knees and reached for my own towel to gingerly dab the cum off my stomach and thighs. I needed my cane and my robe, in that order. The staff member standing by intuited my need and hurried to help me. I watched for a moment as Evie happily reclined beside Charlotte and spread her legs, then I turned toward the house.
I would let Charlotte—and the rest of them—have their fun while I took a much-needed and well-earned breather.
CHAPTER THREE
(Matthew)
Charlotte found me in the kitchen about twenty minutes later.
“You left.” She gave me a confused smile, then grabbed a pitcher of orange juice from the counter and drank directly from it.
I moved back as juice splashed over my toes. “Hey! You’re spilling everywhere.”
“Sorry!” She wiped her mouth with the back of her forearm. “I’m dehydrated.”
Avoiding the puddle on the floor, I stepped up close and wedged my hand between her thighs, where she was still smeared and slick. She gasped and rose up on the balls of her feet.
I drove my fingers in hard, and she gave me a breathy laugh.
“You are expending a lot of fluids.” I pulled my fingers out, wishing I could taste her. But I wasn’t into the flavor of lube, so I wiped my fingers on my robe while she made a disgusted face.
“Why did you leave?” she asked, her mouth pulling into a puckered little frown.
“I was finished. For now.” I wasn’t about to tell her that my dick needed a break. Twentysomethings she went out and fucked didn’t have that problem. “Go back, have some fun.”
She shook her head. “Nah. The guy was done. The girls were heading down to the main pool to keep going but…”