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“Are you all right?” Leifasked. “Not too much?”
“It’s a lot,” Charlottemoaned. “But keep going.”
Fuck, it was hot, watchingthe rim of her cunt stretched tight and thin around that impossiblylarge cock. I was a little jealous, seeing her enjoy it and notgetting to play with that monster myself.
“That’s fucking gorgeous,”I murmured, to Leif, not Charlotte. “Can I touch you?”
“Oh, please do,” he invitedme. I gripped the length of him that remained outside Charlotte,pumped my fist back and forth, and enjoyed the way he groaned.Little by little, more of him penetrated Charlotte. I could onlyimagine how full she must have felt, with the plug in her ass andthe thickest, longest cock I’d ever seen stretching heropen.
Chloe was coming, hard,screaming as the stranger between her legs pistoned harder againsther. I’d seen her in the BDSM lounge before, and the machine room;she lived for rough sex, and the man between her thighs wascertainly giving it to her.
Leif, on the other hand,kept things slow and easy. When Charlotte gasped in pain and said,“Far enough,” he never pushed farther, using my hand as a guide. Ihad only two fingers wrapped around him now, sliding in a tightring that was aided by Charlotte’s copious wetness. Leif moved onehand beneath her. I knew he found what he’d been looking for whenCharlotte moaned and her shoulders sagged, her head dropping to thetable.
It didn’t interfere withthe betting at all; everyone had stopped to watch.
“They’re all looking atyou,” I told her. “They’re all watching you get fucked.”
She shivered and raised herhead, her gaze moving around the table to meet those of all theplayers and companions eyeing her with amusement and lust. Thatwould be enough, I knew. That acknowledgment that she was ondisplay, being fucked in front of everyone, a spectacle for publicconsumption. She slapped her hands down on the felt and rose up onthe balls of her feet, right out of her heels.
“Fuck, it’s so good!” sheshouted, putting on a show for them. “It’s so fuckingbig!”
“Come for me,” Leifgrowled, bending low over her back. “Let me feel this tight littlecunt come all around me.”
With a high, keening wail,she did, her entire body jolting like she’d been touched with alive wire.
Her audience applauded.
Leif pulled out gently andmy cock throbbed at the sight of Charlotte’s stretched, gapingpussy. I couldn’t help myself, sliding two fingers into her as shetwitched and gasped, struggling to recover.
“This was lovely, thankyou.” Leif removed the condom and tossed it in the bin. “You’llforgive me for not finishing, but the night is young, and I amnot.”
I got his drift. “Thank youfor attending my party.”
“And thank you for yourgenerous hospitality,” he said with his charming smile that couldalmost have been classified as a smirk, if his eyes weren’t sofriendly. “Do look us up, if you’re ever in theHamptons?”
“Absolutely,” I said, witha pang of desire that warned I might not ever be truly sexuallysatisfied if I never managed to get my mouth on thatdick.
I didn’t often find myselfin the Hamptons, but now I’d have an excuse to try out beach houselife.
Charlotte straightened,wobbling in her heels, and I put my arm around her to help herstand. “Um…thank you?” she laughed, blushing and keeping her eyeslowered as she addressed Leif. Like she couldn’t look directly athim in her moment of post-orgasm clarity. “Thatwas…unreal.”
“So I’ve been told.” Leifhalted and turned to watch as the stranger beneath his wife’s legsgripped the top of the chair and gave one last, hard shove,grunting and sagging over her. Leif turned back and said, “Enjoyyour party.”
“Mr. Ashe?”
I turned at the sound of myassistant’s voice. Miranda was dressed, as always, in all-businessfashion. Tonight, she was in charge of making sure the party ransmoothly. I wasn’t sure she’d ever indulged in anything other thanwork here on the island. Administration seemed to be herkink.
“Miranda,” I acknowledgedher.
“The official birthdaycelebration is starting in minutes. If you wanted to be a part ofthat?” Her arched brow indicated that yes, I should be a part ofit.
“Yes, I’m on the way,” Ipromised, still holding Charlotte up. “We’ll make our waythere.”
“We have you seated on thestage, rather than in your box,” Miranda explained as we left thegaming floor. “Birthday boy, and all.”
“Thank you for feeding myego.” It was funny because it was absolute truth. To Charlotte, Isaid, low, “I can’t wait for everyone to see you.”
“I can’t wait to havefeeling back in my thighs,” she muttered, but her smile brokethrough her pretend petulance. “That guy was—”