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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.
“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, hesounded 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.
