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)
It changed the angle of penetration, pulling a shocked cry from my throat. He wasn’t as deep like this, but the curve of him felt like it was rocking against my G-spot from a new and exciting side.
His other hand clutched at my hips, then my breast, smearing the frosting over my skin, slicking it down and parting my folds to get to my throbbing clit. His fingers brushed it, and I moaned, pumped my hips in time with his.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his strokes quickening. “You’re so incredible.”
I couldn’t reply; those cold twinges raced from deep inside me, in my ass, in my cunt, under his fingers, from his cock, and they coalesced to grip my spine in an icy vise.
“I’m not gonna last,” he hissed, and I could imagine how tightly his jaw was clenched, how the veins in his neck stood out.
I could imagine because I was so familiar with him now. Every one of his physical responses to me had burned into my memory. I wouldn’t forget a blink or a twitch. I wouldn’t forget his hunger for me, that never seemed to be satiated.
His thrusts became erratic, battering me almost off my feet. Then, I was off my feet, his hands around my hips to violently jerk me up with every slap of his body against mine, and he shouted as he erupted inside me, filling me with scorching bursts.
Those cold sparks exploded, and I came with a shocked scream; what felt like two orgasms at once hit me, one from my clit, one from the burning stretch of him in my ass, and I shuddered violently, collapsing into the cake while he finished with a few more deep thrusts into my rag doll body.
He sagged over my back and the crowd around us burst into applause and—when I finally opened my eyes to scan the room—not a few orgasms. Cum splattered the floor and ecstatic partners, and I would have loved to watch more if not for all the effort it took to stay upright.
Matt pulled out, and I buried my blushing face into more frosting at the feeling of the hot trickle between my cheeks.
“Put the plug back in,” Matt instructed someone as he stepped away. “I want my cum inside her all night.”
The cold steel was soothing as it slid easily back inside. Someone handed me a hot towel and said, “To get the frosting off your face.”
I laughed at the insinuation that that was what needed cleaning up but accepted it and carefully wiped as much off as I could.
Matt had tucked himself away again and handed a used towel off to another staff member. Someone returned his cane to him; with the adrenaline wearing off, he leaned heavier on it now than he had before. He put an arm around my waist and pulled me against his body, gazing down into my eyes. I wet my lips.
His own twisted in a smirk and he captured my chin in his hand, turning my face back and forth. “Wow, the setting spray is still working.”
For a moment, I’d thought he would kiss me. I’d wanted him to.
Maybe that was my cue that it was time to go. Not from the party, but from the resort. From our arrangement.
From him.
I just needed to find a reason he’d be better off without me.
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(Matthew)
We stayed at the party far longer than I’d intended, but Charlotte had insisted we shower off in the locker room and get right back into things. She’d happily tried out a few machines, thoroughly eaten out two fellow guests, and watched and masturbated while I got fucked by a guy in my private room.
She treated the party like a sexual marathon, which I appreciated, though by the time we got back to the house I could barely walk. We took quick, utilitarian showers and collapsed into bed, and when I woke, the sun was going down.
Charlotte was nowhere to be found.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and gave myself a moment to reorient. I hadn’t been drinking heavily the night before, so my headache was purely the consequence of too much sex and probable dehydration. “Charlotte?”
“In the kitchen!” she called back.
I pulled on some boxers and grabbed my cane. After the night we’d had, the wobble in my step was unavoidable. I’d overdone it, and I felt every step. None of the lights were on in the hall or the living room. I navigated my way to the kitchen in the dark.
Charlotte stood framed in the fading bronze light of the sunset, wearing my shirt from the night before. It was unbuttoned, revealing a long strip of her bare body beneath, and the sleeves were rolled up, but it was still too much clothing. I wanted to haul her back to bed, spoon up behind her and revel in the comfortable warmth of her skin.