Page 108 of Counter Bet

Dallas grabs my arm. “Think about this, Ben. You can’t take it back.”

I hiss. “What I do is my business. Not yours.” I then throw my arm over Samantha’s shoulder and bury my nose in her vanilla-scented neck as I lead her outside to my car.

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“Aren’t you going to close the car door at least?” I laugh when she grapples with my belt.

“No one is going to see us,” she grins, pulling my zipper down. “You’ve never worried about shit like that before.” She palms my dick and wets her lips.

“I’m not fucking worried.” I buck my hips closer to her waiting mouth.

She wraps her lips around the hard head and sinks down on my throbbing length until I hit the back of her throat.

I like that she never bothers with teasing.

“Oh shit,” I groan, burying my hands in her long hair. I close my eyes. I can’t watch her suck me. Her dark hair looks and feels wrong in my hands. It’s not blonde, and it doesn’t smell like warm summer evenings of all things.

Despite how good she makes me feel, I can’t shift the guilt pressing on my chest. It pisses me off more. Emily doesn’t want me, not the other way around. And why the fuck am I thinking about her right now?

I force myself back to the present moment and the hot mouth working me closer to the edge.

Her head moves in my hands, and she hums when I tighten my grip on her hair.

She sucks on the tip, circling it with her tongue, jerking my thick shaft with her hand. Faster and harder. She then dives back down and swallows around my cock, deepthroating me.

It feels so fucking good!

I’m close to coming when she suddenly shrieks, and my eyes fly open. Emily pulls her off me by the hair and throws her against the side of the car. Meanwhile, I sit with my wet cock out, staring in shocked disbelief.

“You fucking whore!” Emily throws a punch.

I hurriedly tuck my dick back in my pants, then step out of the car and round the hood.

Emily looks feral as she throws another punch. “Don’t you fucking touch him!” She’s shrieking and pulling Samantha’s hair.

I snap out of it and drag her away.

“You’re fucking unhinged!” Samantha shouts, blood pouring from a cut in her lip.

I’m pacing. When she leaves, I drop my hands from around my neck. “What the fuck just happened?” I don’t know who I’m asking. I’m so fucking confused right now.

“How could you!” Emily shrieks, a wild look on her face.

“What? I ask, bewildered. She’s not yelling at me for trying to move on, is she?

“It’s only been two weeks, and you let some skank suck you off in your car?”

I stare at her in disbelief for a moment before shaking my head and laughing bitterly.

Unbelievable!

She has some fucking nerve blaming this on me. “You haven’t even looked at me for two weeks. I’ve had to sit and watch you flirt with Jack of all people, and you think you can shout at me for letting some girl blow me? Newsflash, princess—you left me! How do you think that makes me feel? I told you I love you!”

Her smile is mocking. “Yeah, some way of showing it.”

I close the small distance between us, ignoring how good she smells. I grit my teeth, anger radiating from my every pore. “Don’t! I haven’t looked at another girl since I met you. Not once! You were the only one I saw and the only one I wanted to touch.

You discarded me like I meant nothing. I can’t switch off my feelings like you. I’m not that cold, so forgive me for drowning this fucking pain”—I hit my chest—“in someone else.”

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