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)
I couldn’t help myself. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand inside. “I’m touching myself right now,” I told him.
“Are you at home?” he asked.
I scoffed impatiently. “No, I’m in line at the bank.”
“You’ve gotten yourself off in public before,” he said. “You’ve let me get you off in public.”
“I’m at home,” I said firmly.
“Then you have those gifts handy?”
“Yes, I do.” And I hadn’t used them yet. I didn’t know why I’d waited; maybe I’d subconsciously wanted to use them with him, first.
“Get the dildo and the Magic Wand.”
I scrambled through my bedside table and grabbed both. “How do you want me to use them?”
“I want you to fuck yourself, really fuck yourself hard, with that dildo while you’re using the vibrator on your clit.” His breath panted faster now over the line. “Don’t hold out for permission to come, and don’t you dare stop at one. I want you to have shaky legs when you’re done. Amanda certainly will. Won’t you?”
I heard her breathless laugh and practically ached with longing. My inner thighs had been so sore after the wedding weekend. I wanted to feel that again. I scrambled out of my jeans and panties.
“Do you have the dildo in your hand right now?” he asked.
“I do.” I positioned it at my opening and slicked it between my labia to lubricate it with my juices.
“Tell me before you put it in,” he said. “Tell me, and I’ll tell you how to do it.”
“You’ll fuck me by proxy?”
He chuckled.
“I’m ready now.” I’d been ready since the moment he’d texted me.
“Put the tip in,” he instructed.
“No, don’t stop!” Amanda protested.
“Be patient,” he told her. “You’re both going to benefit from this.”
She mewled in resignation.
“I’m going to count backwards from five. Do you remember this game, Charlotte?”
“You’re not going to make me do that much edging, are you?” I asked.
“Yes, I am. And I’m going to make Amanda do exactly the same thing. Except she’ll have to settle for her fingers. You’ll at least have the vibrator to help you.”
“I’m good with my hands,” she giggled.
“Okay. We’re at five. Edge five times,” he said.
I flipped the switch on the wand to the lowest setting, but it still gave me a full-body jolt. “Whoa!”
“Working for you, then?” he teased.
Oh fuck, yes it worked. It pushed me up and up, and within seconds, I knew the crucial moment was about to spiral out of my control. I breathed deep and hit the switch to turn it off but kept the round plastic head pressed against my clit. "My pussy is like, fluttering around this dildo."
"So, it's fluttering around my cock, then?" He made a noise of satisfaction. "Amanda is gripping me so tight I think she might have to stop playing with herself soon, or she's going to ruin the game." He paused. "Trust me. Take your hand away."
"Trust him,” I moaned, and he relayed my comment to her as I clicked the vibrator back on.
It took us longer, this time, because Matt made us both wait to catch up with each other. By the time we reached the number three—and a total of nine edges—he relented to Amanda’s pleas to move his cock already.
“Fine.” He pretended to be brutally disappointed. “I’ll count down to one, and then, Charlotte, I want you to turn that vibrator on and ram that dildo so far into your tight little pussy that you can’t fit another inch.”
The joke was on him; I didn’t care about my physical limits in the moment. I was going to take him in to the root. I didn’t care if I walked the next day.
“And the same time, I’m going to drive so deep into Amanda that she’ll need to move up the bed,” he warned with a ragged laugh. “Are you both ready?”
Our enthusiastic moans were enough to convince him.
“One…”
My hand gripped tighter around the unnaturally firm balls at the base of the toy.
“Two…”
The angle was a little difficult, especially one-handed, but I drew my knees up and spread them wide, my belly trembling with anticipation.
“Three.”
I slammed my hand flat against the base of the toy, shooting the entire length into me, to the hilt. The head smacked into my cervix, the dull, pinching pain pulling a cry from my throat. “Fuck, that hurt!”
“Harder!” Amanda shouted. “Oh, god, please fuck me harder!”
“You heard her,” Matt said, as if he had no choice. So, I picked up the pace, too, ramming the dildo as deep as I could, the balls at the base slapping wetly against the juices running down my ass. I could stop the pain at any time, stop brutalizing my pussy with the toy, but if it were Matt, if he were here, I wouldn’t want him to stop.
I would want him to do more.
“Do you like fucking yourself with my cock, Charlotte?” He asked, and he sounded so infuriatingly smug.