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)
“Only one more to go,” I told her, and myself. “One more, and I’ll fuck you harder and deeper than you’ve ever felt in your life.”
“Please!” she cried out, and I felt her tense up around me. She was close. She was so close, she might lose. And if she lost, I would be lost too. There was no way I’d be able to resist. The tightness built and built, squeezing me to the point of pain. She pulled her hand away from her clit and screamed, “Ten!”
And I let my self-control snap.
CHAPTER SIX
(Charlotte)
“Ten!”
The word had barely torn from my lips before Matthew rammed forward, burying as much of himself as he could inside my dripping, aching cunt. Those slow, teasing strokes had been shallower than I’d estimated; there was so much more of him than I’d thought. I yelped at the top of my lungs, unable to hold back for the sake of not being overheard. It was a sound of mingled pain and relief, and I reveled in the cold shocks that crept across my skin with every thrust.
I slid my fingers over my clit, desperate for the relief I’d denied myself again and again. The pressure of him inside, the unbearable hardness and size of him stretching me, and my frantic fingers on my almost numb clit coalesced into one mass of sensation that vibrated along my limbs, racking my body with spasms as I strove for my release. My body no longer trusted me; I hung in chilling suspense, afraid for a moment that I wouldn’t be able to orgasm, that I’d put it off for too long.
He bent low over my back with a growl of satisfaction and trailed his tongue up the side of my neck.
That did it. I shuddered over the edge, a high, thin scream trapped in the back of my throat. When it broke free, it came out as a wail of satisfaction that shattered the night air. Somewhere, one of the balconies below, I assumed, someone laughed. So, we were being overheard.
The thought made my knees tremble.
“Keep going,” Matthew commanded, and I did. I kept my fingers rolling over my too-sensitive flesh, little screams escaping me with each hard thrust of his hips. There wasn’t any room between the first orgasm and the next; they blended together into the longest, hardest climax of my life. He pulled back, still going hard but shallow enough that each thrust sawed back and forth over my G-spot. I felt the difference in sensation immediately and knew exactly what he was trying to get my body to do. A larger wave on the sea of pleasure I had already drowned in cascaded over me, and with it, my own wetness cascaded down my thighs and splattered on the tile.
“Wow.” He chuckled breathlessly.
“Don’t stop!” I begged, reaching behind me to claw at his thigh.
He drove deep again, bottomed out in me with a dull pain that cramped my belly. I pushed back to meet him, my vision bursting with red and black fireworks under my tightly closed eyelids. I chanted a litany of “fuck me,” and “don’t stop,” and was greeted by a hooting shout of appreciation from whoever it was listening in.
Filthy. What I was doing, what we were doing, was absolutely filthy. And I loved every second of it.
“I’m… I’m…” I gasped, holding onto the chair for support now, more than balance.
“Coming?” Matthew supplied for me, and I swore I could hear his smirk.
I couldn’t give him a smart answer, though. Another climax tore through me, taking the last of my stamina with it. I sagged against the back of the chair; if he hadn’t been gripping my hips so tightly, I would have collapsed.
“Don’t forget,” I gasped, pushing my hair, wet from sweat now instead of from the pool, back from my forehead. “I like to swallow.”
He stilled behind me, then pulled out slowly. As if second-guessing himself, he gave one final shove into me before pulling out and whipping the condom off. His voice was tight as he ordered me to my knees with an impatient snap of his fingers. “Hurry.”
So, it wouldn’t take long, then. I opened my mouth and took him in. I could smell myself smeared all over his body, all down his thighs. I worked his shaft with one hand in a steady rhythm, my tongue swirling over the head, and with a shout of “Oh, fuck!” he lurched forward, forcing more of himself into my throat, hot, thick bursts filling my mouth and gagging me. I swallowed as much as I could, but it seemed to go on and on, his cock endlessly jerking in my mouth. I lifted my head, coughing, and wiped cum from my chin as he staggered back a few steps.
I couldn’t stay upright anymore. Getting to the other side of the chair wasn’t a possibility either. I let myself fall over on the slate tile with a dreamy “ahhh” that made Matthew laugh.