Page 86 of Counter Bet

There’s a timid knock on the door. Princess steps inside.

“Ah!” Steph grins, holding her joint up in the air for Emily to see. “Just in time for the ganja.”

Emily puts her bag down on the floor. “Where’s Dallas?”

“Good fucking question,” Steph replies before hollering at the top of her lungs, “Dallas, get the fuck down here!” She smiles at us. “That should do it. Why don’t you take a seat on Ben’s cock in the meantime? He’s been broody as shit today.”

I groan, rubbing my hands over my face. “Thanks, Steph.” She has no fucking filter.

“You’re very welcome, Benny-boy. Just being helpful.”

Princess walks over to me and makes herself comfortable on my lap as if she’s always belonged there. I like it a lot. Especially when she puts her hands behind my neck, toying absentmindedly with my hair.

Her eyebrows furrow. “Where’s Matt and April?”

“Well,” Josh replies without taking his eyes off the screen. “Matt was busy getting his dick sucked when we left the kitchen. He probably has April spread out on Ben’s rickety kitchen table like a five-course meal by now. My advice? Stay in here.”

Dallas enters the room, her hair still wet from the bath. “I would listen to Josh. April can get very vocal when she wants.”

Emily shifts on my lap. “Trust me, I remember from last time.” She turns her attention on Josh. “Are you ready to have your pretty little ass spanked again?”

I chuckle, twirling a strand of her blond hair around my index finger. She wiped the floor with him last time they played on the Xbox.

“The day I play you again is a cold day in hell, princess.”

“Afraid to lose?” Emily taunts with a grin, waving her controller in the air.

Josh throws her a bemused look before he smirks and says, “Ben should play. He likes to have his ass spanked.”

I narrow my eyes at him just as Dallas joins us on the couch. Steph blows smoke rings, studying the three of us.

We take turns with the joint, talking about random shit. Emily wriggles and squirms so much that I soon sport a hard-on.

April and Matt look flushed as they rejoin us in the living room. Matt rests his elbows on the back of the couch. “Your girl is brutal,” he says with a grin, referring to the game.

His lips are far too fucking close to my ear. “Fuck off, Matt. You reek of pussy,” I growl before taking a deep drag on the joint and passing it to him.

“Jealousy looks bad on you.” The joint sparks as he sucks on it, squinting at Emily. “Looking hot today, babe. I dig the dress.”

“Oh, this little number?” she grins, glancing down at her black mini dress. “It goes with the theme, don’t you think?”

She’s referring to our black clothes.

“Sure does.” He offers the joint to Dallas, then leans forward with a grin that tells me he’s up to no good. “I hear there’s a party at Jack’s tonight.”

Definitely suspicious. I narrow my eyes on him. “What are you doing?”

Matt flashes his teeth, and his dimples pop. He could easily pass for a golden boy with his blonde hair and smile dimples if it wasn’t for the ripped black clothing.

Emily shifts on my lap, placing the controller down on the table, grinding her ass on my hard cock.

I grit my teeth. I’ll bend her over the coffee table and fuck her right here if she’s not careful.

“Unless you’re ashamed of us, of course?” Matt asks her, ignoring my question.

Why is he stirring shit?

Emily looks defiant. “I’m not embarrassed.”

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