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)
“Are you going to come?” Neil asked, leaning down and licking a path up her spine. “Tell him. Tell him that my big cock is going to make you come.”
“His big… oh fuck—” she shuddered with another orgasm. I’d lost count of how many she’d had already. I was certain she had, as well.
Neil took a deep breath and exhaled through his mouth. The tendons in his neck stood out. Still, he sounded remarkably poised when he said, “I’m going to come in your girlfriend’s cunt, Matthew. And she’s going to look you in the eye and tell you exactly how it feels.”
The fact the Charlotte could even raise her head to respond was impressive enough, considering the wand was still buzzing away. Neil jerked his hips forward two more times, and Charlotte’s eyes widened. She gasped out, “He’s coming! Oh fuck, I can feel him coming inside me!” before all that she could manage was a high, thin scream of torturous bliss as she came again.
Sophie squeezed harder around me, rubbing her clit furiously with her fingertips. Her body bowed backward, every muscle drawn tight, and she exploded with the guttural cry of someone too-long denied their release.
“Lovely,” Neil told her. “Now, five more.”
“Five!” I gasped, in unison with Sophie, and I overlapped her “Red!” with “Mercy!”
With a smirk of unabashed self-satisfaction, Neil pulled out of Charlotte, wiped his hand on the duvet, and stood back to admire the mess he’d made of all of us.
“I dare say,” he said with a dark chuckle, “that might have been my best work yet.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
(Matthew)
The guest room was luxurious, but new places always made sleeping difficult for me. For a long time, I laid awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the persistent throbbing in all of my erogenous zones.
Much like the last time I’d let Neil Dom me.
Eventually, I gave up on sleep, dressed quietly so as not to disturb Charlotte—and I could tell I hadn’t disturbed her based on all the god-awful snoring—and slipped out of the room.
I made my way to the main sitting room and the patio beyond. Maybe the sound of the crashing surf would lull me into a more relaxed state.
Nothing about this visit should have made me tense. In fact, after what we’d gotten up to hours ago, I shouldn’t have been able to feel my muscles, let alone tie them in knots with my thoughts. But being in this huge house, with its lush grounds and luxurious furnishings… something about it didn’t sit right with me.
Probably the fact that I knew I had so much more money than Neil Elwood, and… it didn’t matter.
I could buy a house like his. I could buy all the cars I knew he owned. I could even build a little sex house. Hell, I’d built a whole sex island. The numbers in my bank account were so much bigger, but we spent the same. There was no true gap in what the both of us could afford.
Maybe Charlotte was right. Maybe I didn’t need all the money I had.
I opened the door and thought belatedly about a potential alarm going off. But outside, I found the gas fire pit burning and Neil sitting in one of the armchairs. He stared into the flames, so lost in thought that he didn’t notice me until I spoke.
“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked. His head snapped up, and I used his startled moment to indicate the other chair. “Mind if I join you?”
He recovered smoothly. “Not at all.”
“You seemed pretty intent on something,” I said as I sat down.
“I suffer from insomnia, at times,” he explained. “Partially due to my husband’s nocturnal tooth grinding.”
“Charlotte snores,” I confided. “It’s like sleeping next to a construction site.”
A small smile touched Neil’s mouth, then quickly faded. “To tell you the truth, I had a bit of a nightmare. About my daughter.”
I took a breath. Neil’s daughter had died in a car accident several years ago, but we’d never been such good friends that we’d discussed it.
“It happens sometimes,” he went on. “I’ll dream that I’m at the funeral, or in the hospital room where we saw her last. Once I see her face, well… I can’t get back to sleep.”
“I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sure what else I could say.
He shrugged it off. “You. What was keeping you up, besides your snoring girlfriend?”
“I was thinking about how I have so much more money than you do,” I admitted with a laugh.
“Well, that certainly disturbs my sleep.” He reached down for the bottle of mineral water on the ground beside his chair.
“I was thinking about how much it doesn’t matter. And how I probably don’t need it all.”
He paused with the bottle frozen near his lips. “Charlotte?”
It was the only thing he needed to say. “Yeah. Sophie?”