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’s like Vegas in here,” Charlotte said.
“That too.” When I realized she looked up at me questioningly, I said, “I was thinking of somewhere else.”
“Ah.” She didn’t ask me where. “Is this where you were planning to share me?”
I followed her pointing finger to where a guest was already strapped in, helpless, on the seat at the roulette wheel, and grinned. “Some other time. But do you mind if we try our luck?”
She tapped her lips with a finger. “You can try your luck. I’ll watch.”
I winked at her, and we crossed the floor.
“Birthday boy!” the dealer called out in his carnival barker voice. “Make room, everybody.”
The other guests shuffled, opening a large space for Charlotte and me to step up to the padded rail as the wheel spun.
I took off my watch and was about to drop it in when Charlotte asked, “Are you placing an outside bet? An inside bet? What’s the strategy here?”
“Well, I…” I hesitated. “Wait, what?”
“You don’t have a strategy?” Her eyes went wide. “Martingale? Fibonacci? And wait a second, the person in the chair is the prize, right? What happens if the ball lands in the zero slot? Or double zero? Is this European or American roulette?”
“I don’t—”
“No more bets!” the dealer called out.
Charlotte’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t know anything about gambling, do you?”
“I do!” I just didn’t know anything about roulette.
“Well, your approach in here is all wrong. I mean, you come up zero and then what? How do you pay off that row bet seventeen-to-one?”
I had no idea. I hated that I had no idea.
There was a gentleman beside her, older, white, with a posh English accent, and he inclined his gray head toward her. “The bets do have monetary value, but it’s neither European, American, or Sands rules. To win the best prize, you have to bet inside on the blank red slot.”
“Leif,” I said, extending my hand to one of our newest—and wealthiest—members. “Where is your lovely wife tonight?”
He half-smiled and nodded toward the chair, where the gorgeous brunette was restrained and sweating, a wearable butterfly vibe strapped down tight against her vulva.
“That’s pure evil,” I told him, in the most complimentary way. “And your husband?”
“Getting fucked in a cage in the BDSM lounge, last time I saw him,” Leif said casually. “Oh, look.”
The ball had ended up in a blank red slot—one of four on the wheel. The table cheered, and a man across the table moved quickly to claim his prize. The brunette—Chloe, though I was certain that wasn’t her real name at all—tipped her head back and jerked against the restraints, clearly in the throes of an orgasm from the vibrator.
The man who’d won her moved between her spread thighs and unzipped his trousers. He grabbed a condom from the basket provided, slid it on, and plunged deep without any preliminaries. The woman shouted, and kept shouting with each hard thrust of the man’s hips that shook the entire chair.
“She’s been up there for an hour,” Leif said proudly. “I do love to watch.”
I glanced down at Charlotte, who stood with a slack mouth, her chest rising and falling as she watched Chloe get fucked. I turned to Leif. “Would you like to try my date?”
“How generous,” he said, adding, “But I think it would be only fair to give the lady some warning.”
He unzipped and pulled out the biggest dick I’d ever seen in person.
“If you’re not up to it—” he began, and Charlotte shook her head vehemently.
I thought it was a denial, until she breathed, “I suppose we’ll have to see if it fits.”
Fuck. I took her by the back of the neck and bent her over the rail with gentle pressure. Leif got a condom from the very back of the basket, where there were a few extra-large options. He stroked himself to full hardness, rolled the condom on, and thoughtfully tossed the wrapper in the waste bin before stepping up behind Charlotte and brushing the tails of her bow aside.
I held my breath as he eased forward; this was a guy who was clearly aware of his own strength, so to speak. I watched Charlotte’s face as the head of his cock finally popped inside. Her eyes boggled, and a choking noise escaped her.
But she never took her gaze off Chloe in the chair, being fucked by her own stranger.
“Are you all right?” Leif asked. “Not too much?”
“It’s a lot,” Charlotte moaned. “But keep going.”
Fuck, it was hot, watching the rim of her cunt stretched tight and thin around that impossibly large cock. I was a little jealous, seeing her enjoy it and not getting to play with that monster myself.
“That’s fucking gorgeous,” I murmured, to Leif, not Charlotte. “Can I touch you?”
“Oh, please do,” he invited me. 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 only imagine how full she must have felt, with the plug in her ass and the thickest, longest cock I’d ever seen stretching her open.