Page 17 of Counter Bet

Fine. I’ll play along.I walk over to the dresser and place my bag down. Then, when they’re not looking, I surreptitiously angle my phone toward the bed and press record. Emily and Rick stand with their heads bent together, talking in heated voices as I begin undressing. When my clothes are in a neat little pile on the floor, I pick up Emily’s phone on the dresser and send myself a text message. I save down her number and clear my voice.

Rick’s head snaps up. He swallows thickly, sweeping his hazel eyes down my body, lingering on my hardened nipples visible through the black lace. I glance over at Emily. There’s a part of me that wants her to like what she sees too.

Her eyes are glued to my thighs as I saunter over to her with extra sway in my hips. I like that I have her attention.

I come to a stop and run my fingers over her bare shoulder and the column of her neck. Then grab a fistful of her silky blonde hair. I tug sharply, mesmerized by her reaction to my touch. Her breasts strain against the confines of her dress. I place a kiss on the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat, lingering before skimming my lips over her jaw. Her body smells of soft summer evenings, feminine and floral, and her long hair smells of coconut shampoo.

She makes a sound in her throat when I finally taste her soft, warm lips. Her hands land on my hips tentatively, but her hungry kiss tells a different story. I’m left breathless by her drugging kisses as she tightens her grip on my waist. My lungs scream for air. I don’t want to stop, butI’m not here to seduceher.

I smile into the kiss, then reluctantly break away and point to the bed. “Sit down, princess.”

Rick squeezes the hard outline of his cock.

Emily takes her sweet time walking over to the bed. She makes a show of climbing on and crawling forward on her hands and knees, flashing us the globes of her creamy ass and silk panties.

Such a tease!

She leans back against the headboard, smiling tauntingly, confirming my suspicion. Her little show was deliberate.

I look over at my phone, where it lies propped up on the dresser, recording this scene. “Spread your legs and touch yourself. I want your boyfriend to see that pussy glisten when I suck his dick.”

Emily blinks, her mouth opening and closing in stunned surprise. The town’s beloved princess is not used to dirty talk, it seems. She hesitates for a brief moment, then spreads her tanned legs and slides her hand down the front of her golden dress.

The bed dips under my weight when I place my knee on it and trail my hands up her smooth legs, watching her skin erupt in goosebumps.

Emily whimpers softly as I reach the apex of her thighs.

I trace my thumbs over her silk panties, applying just a hint of pressure. “Eyes on me, princess,” I whisper so only she can hear. I hook my fingers in her silk panties and slide them slowly down her legs, throwing them down on the floor. I lower my gaze to her pussy. It glistens in the ambient lamplight, begging for a lick. “Wet already!” I tease, brushing my lips over her arched neck.

She fists the sheets.

“Watch me fuck your boyfriend, princess. I might reward you in the bathroom next week if you’re a good girl. We both know how much you’d like that,” I whisper.

Her eyes follow me as I make my way over to Rick and drop to my knees. I make quick work of his belt and pull it through the loops before reaching up to unzip his jeans.

He looms over me like a dark shadow.

I look up and meet his hungry gaze. Something tells me Emily is the only girl who’s been on her knees for him.

Until now.

The intensity in his dark eyes takes my breath away as I slowly inch the zipper down.

He looks nothing like the golden boy everyone loves and reveres—who makes magic happen on the pitch. With his hazel eyes, parted lips, and brown, unruly hair, he looks like a delicious snack.

I wince as he grabs my jaw in a punishing grip, forcing my head backward. He bares my neck and holds me there for a long moment, digging his fingers into my skin. He looks over at Emily, his eyes resembling two black orbs. It’s intoxicating, as if someone flipped a switch, and out came this demon.

God, I love it!

“Is this what you want, baby? Do you want to watch me fuck her mouth?”

Emily’s responding moan is all the encouragement he needs. He lets go of my jaw and grabs a handful of my hair. It hurts! I love how rough he is. Does he touch Emily this way? I dismiss the idea.

My knees ache on the hardwood floor as I stare up at him in anticipation. I hope he chokes me on his cock.Fuck, I want to taste him so bad!

He tightens his grip on my hair and thrusts his hips in my face, forcing me to lean back or topple over.

My scalp burns.

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