Page 74 of Counter Bet

I fist his hair and bring his lips to mine. “Fuck me!”

Ben doesn’t need to be asked twice. He sets a punishing rhythm, fucking me so hard against the door that it rattles in its hinges. I don’t care if someone hears us on the other side. The thought only turns me on more.

I hold on for dear life. I want to hurt him just as deliciously as he’s hurting me. I want to get under his skin. I bite his neck, drawing blood. “Harder!”

His lips and teeth are everywhere, sucking, licking, and biting. I’m being consumed by him. His big cock inside me feels like fucking heaven.

I squeeze around him as I edge closer, my insides melting and warming.

He groans and pins me to the door by my throat. His palm is warm, and his touch is rough. His lips hover over mine. “You’re mine,” he growls.

It’s so possessive! I come hard, clawing my nails down his biceps, moaning his name. My pussy pulsates around his cock.

He picks up speed, chasing his own release. His grip on my throat tightens until I can’t breathe, and then he comes. He stills, groaning as he spills into the condom.

Laughter filters in from the hallway, but we’re too lost in each other to care. His cock twitches inside of me. He shudders, whispering my name. I love how it sounds on his lips.

He pulls out and chuckles to himself as he discards the condom and tucks himself in. “Fuck, baby. That was insane.”

I adjust my clothing as best as I can. My smile is hidden in the darkness.

Ben pulls me to him and kisses my lips sweetly. “Here, I want you to have this.” He places something in my hand. “You go first. I’ll wait another five minutes.” I feel his soft lips on my forehead before he unlocks the door and ushers me outside.

I squint against the light as I make my way down the now empty corridors. I’m late for class again.

In my hand is another photograph. This one is of Ben and Dallas wearing matching skeleton outfits on Halloween. They’re both smiling, and Dallas holds a shot glass in her hand.

I smile as I turn the picture over in my hand. My heart feels too big for my chest.

How’s that collage looking, princess? Here’s another one for your collection.

- Ben

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“Holy shit!” Hailey breathes behind me. Something in the tone of her voice makes me look up from my plate of food.

“What?” I scan the cafeteria.

She leans in, whispering in my ear. “Look at Ben. Please tell me that’s your doing?”

I furrow my eyebrows. “Huh?”

Her voice is conspiratorial. “He’s over by the cash register.”

I glance over my shoulder. Ben is digging through his pockets for change. His arms are covered in scratches, and there are more on his left cheek. He’s got a bite mark on his neck too.

I slap a hand over my mouth. He looks like he’s been in a fight with an alley cat and lost.

Hailey nudges me, quirking an eyebrow. “He’s that good, huh?”

I nod, and we giggle.

“He’s walking this way,” Hailey whispers, laughing under her breath.

“Hey, Joker!” Jack shouts tauntingly.

My head whips up.What is he doing?He’s never bothered Ben before, so why start now?

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