All Chapters of Buying Charlotte: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MICHAELShe gasps, arching her spine, presenting her belly, raising her hips, juddering as James teethes on her clit.I´m going to fuck you to screaming soon...Her hair spread around her, spilling over the sheets and the pillows, she looks to me, her eyes glazed, tits scarlet with lust, glossy with sweat, nipples hard."I want you inside me," she says to me.How can I not smile? Because I know that she doesn´t just want my cock inside her pussy... She wants me inside her...Inside you? I want to drown myself in you...James pulls away, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching, his penis, rock hard, twitching with his pulse. Charlotte lies there, her green-eyed gaze pulling me in, knees akimbo, arms outstretched to me, in invitation.Oh God, I´ve got to get my cock inside you...Shucking my jeans, I roll on top of her, pressing between her warm thighs, my balls tightening, pulling in as I test her entrance. Her hands around my neck, one sliding up into my hair,

CHARLOTTEI drive up the mountain, returning ´Home´, and wondering what I will find. I know that Michael has been working hard at the renovation ever since the sale went through, but the house was a complete wreck, and I´m not sure if I am going to have a roof over my head for Christmas.But the drive up the mountain is so beautiful. Climbing the steep, winding road, I drop to third gear, then to second, skirting around tight corners, and occasionally pulling in to let some idiot pass me at lunatic speed. I just want to amble Home, and enjoy the spectacular views; the glory of the forests, the lake, the plant life that scrambles, wild and beautiful, everywhere around me.And I look forward to being together again with my Master and my Lover, no... my fiancée, for a few weeks until I return to college after Christmas.As I turn the final corner, the hotel hoves into view, looking good already. Paint has been freshened up, windows replaced, signage installed; ´Life and Beauty´, d

CHARLOTTEThe tongue withdraws, the mouth leaves mine, and my nipples are abandoned.And my orgasm recedes and fades, leaving me twitching and panting.And the two of them go silent, for a long count.Just as I am beginning to worry, I am touched again. Michael´s hand, palm flat to my belly, slides south, fingers winding through my wet curls until one presses over my clit. His mouth settles once more over my breast, his teeth be-devilling my nipples.A tongue probes into my pussy, deeply, wiping out inside around the ring of muscle, and to the rear, I am ass-fucked by a single finger. At all my most sensitive points, I am worked and probed and ...The sheer tide of sensation is irresistible, and my climax rises again, my core vibrating upwards to a pulse...And, once more, it stops.Oh, God...Feverishly panting now. "Hey, Guys. C´mon. I need to come..."There are only two soft chuckles in reply. My breath judders as, once more, it begins. I am losing track of who i

ELIZABETHThe door slams open from the conference room, and Charlotte, red-faced, clearly furious, strides out. "We´re going home," she snaps at Michael and James.They both look baffled. "Charlotte? What´s wrong?" asks Michael.She whirls on my husband. "Mr Haswell, I´m sorry, but you told me that this was about Blessingmoors. Not about some kind of witch-hunt on James."Richard looks perplexed. "What...?"James´ head swivels. "Sorry, Charlotte?""They´re trying to pin something on you, about the auction house and what went on there..."James says nothing, lips pressed tight, staring at the floor. Corby comes into the room after Charlotte. "Miss Conners," he starts. "I understand that you´re upset but...""Upset?" she hisses. "Upset? I´ve been brought here under false pretences." She glares at Richard. "Nothing was said to me about any attempt to attack James. And if you think I´m going to help with that, you can all go to Hell!"I have never seen Charlotte like t

CHARLOTTEI look through old papers, riffling through, seeing snatches of words, phrases...´Ward of the court´...´, ...taken into care...´, ´...single parent deemed unfit...´...and stapled to the paper, an old photograph, tiny, curled up at the corners and badly creased.A woman looks out at me; young, pale-skinned and red-haired. Her eyes are badly shadowed. She looks ill. On the back, a name, "Michelle Conners."-----ELIZABETHAfter a few minutes of talking quietly with Richard, Will turns back to Charlotte."Charlotte... Miss Conners?She holds a small, very dog-eared photo in her hand, her eyes glossy. "Yes, Mr Stanton? And it´s okay. It´s ´Charlotte´." Her former antagonism has vanished.Will hesitates, looking at the photo in her hand. "Thank you, Charlotte. And it´s ´Will´."She nods, smiling. He continues. "Charlotte. I can´t give you that file, but there´s no reason I can´t have it scanned and copied for you, including the photo, if you would like?"She