Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I’m going to come, Sir,” El-Mudad cried out.
“Hold her head down, Matthew,” Neil instructed. “Choke her on my husband’s cock.”
I did and was rewarded with Charlotte’s sputtering gasp. Drool and cum ran out of her mouth, coating both El-Mudad and I and puddling on the bench between us. She pushed up and I released her. She sat back, coughing and gasping for air, her hair sticking to her face.
Neil came over to help her to her feet. “Good girl,” he praised her, cupping her chin and leaning down. He gave her a long, thorough kiss that made her moan, made her knees buckle, and all I could think of was how he could taste El-Mudad on her mouth.
Neil worked quickly to free his husband and me from our bonds, but he didn’t remove the toys. When El-Mudad stood up, he said, “Yellow. I’m finished, but I’d still like to watch the rest.”
Neil kissed his forehead. “Would you like help with—”
“No, but… give me the remote?” El-Mudad asked and took it gratefully. Once I was freed from the bench, El-Mudad sat back down, and clicked the remote a few times.
So, he wasn’t as “finished” as he’d claimed.
“Matthew,” Neil said, tilting his head to study me. “Would you consider yourself finished?”
Fuck. My cock was raw with overstimulation, and throbbing from the cock ring. But God, I wanted to be inside Neil’s wife, with her long, dark hair, ballerina legs, and perfect ass. I wanted to even the score a little bit.
Which had likely been Neil’s plan all along; get me worked up and jealous with his talk about Charlotte, so I would give Sophie a punishing fuck in return.
“I’m fine, Sir,” I said, while my body screamed at me, we are not fine!
“Get on the bed, then,” Neil ordered. “Why don’t you lie down right across it?”
I did as he instructed, and Sophie waited beside me, her entire body tense with longing. She still hadn’t come, and was visibly desperate, with glazed eyes and a slack, wet mouth. She looked like she wanted to devour me, and the only thing holding her back was the word of her Dom.
“Well, Sophie?” Neil prompted. “You wanted to come. The only way I’ll allow that is if you do it on his cock.”
She threw her leg over me, and I hissed at the first touch of her wet pussy against my tip. With a loud moan, she slid down my length, inner muscles gripping me tight.
“Now, Charlotte, we’ve done this before,” Neil said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the end of the bed. “Shall I be a little rough?”
“Yes, please, Sir,” she whispered, swaying on her feet.
He bent her over so that her face was inches from mine and unzipped his fly. “Tell him what’s happening, Charlotte. So he doesn’t miss a single detail.”
“He’s… He’s pushing his cock into me—” Her words cut off on a startled yelp as he thrust his hips forward.
Neil pressed a hand to the small of her back. The other gripped her hip. “Did that hurt?”
“Y-yes, Sir.” Tears rose in her eyes, and I almost called off the whole thing. It was different when I was in charge. When I was the one making her cry.
But he asked, “Are you going to beg for mercy?”
She shook her head, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “No, I liked it, Sir.”
“Good, because I’ll be doing it again.” To illustrate his point, he withdrew and slammed forward again, forcing another shocked cry from her throat.
“Matthew, be a good boy and hand me that vibrator, would you?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I ground out, groping for the wand vibrator in the bed. Sophie was no help; she twisted and rocked on my dick like I was a toy she could use to get off. Her head was tossed back, and I realized she was watching us—or maybe Neil and Charlotte—in the mirror overhead.
I watched, too, my eyes trained on their reflection as Neil’s huge cock stroked in and out of my girlfriend. He took the vibrator from me and worked it beneath her, trapping it against her clit. I heard the thrum of the vibrations through the mattress, and she reared up, shouting in distress.
She had been tormented just like I had, like I was still being tormented by the relentless work of the toy pressing against my prostate. By the time we were finished, I would be completely drained. There was no chance that I wouldn’t come again, locked in the tight grip of Sophie’s exquisite cunt.
“Tell him what you’re feeling, Charlotte,” Neil reminded her.
“It’s big,” she gasped out. “It’s too big.”
“And you’re taking it so well,” he praised her. “Keep talking.”
“The vibrator is… ah!” She arched up, but he held her pelvis down, not allowing her to escape.