Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Same. I’m not even watching this on purpose. I sat on the remote, and it changed the channel to this one.”
“Well, I approve. We might have to watch this more often. It’s kind of interesting.”
We watch the last few minutes of the competition, and then another episode starts up. Leila takes the remote and turns off the TV. She stands up and waits in front of me. “If we keep watching, we won’t stop,” she says with a laugh. “We should get going anyway, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Leila holds out a hand to pull me up, and I tug her back down on the couch instead, giving her a long, slow kiss as I do so.
She giggles. “Come on, Spencer, your friend expects you at this party.”
I give her a devious grin. “We’ll show up, but I want you first. That shirt has been driving me crazy since you walked in.”
“I was hoping you’d like it. I just bought it this week.”
“It’s amazing.”
I kiss her again, my hands wandering all over her body until they slide up under her shirt and slip into her bra. Leila moans as I pinch her nipples.
“Spencer …” she says, her voice low and pleading.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I need you.”
“How do you need me?”
Leila lets out a breath. “Fuck me, Spencer.”
I grin at her once more. “Is that really what you want?”
“Yes, please …”
I remove one hand from her breast and unbutton her jeans enough to slip inside. “You’re so wet, baby.”
“All for you. Please, Spencer, I need it …”
I pull her jeans down to her knees and remove my own. My cock is hard and ready for Leila as she spreads herself out on the couch. I slowly slip into her until the skin on our thighs is touching.
“Fuck, Spencer. You’re so big; you stretch me out.”
“You feel so fucking good, Leila,” I moan. I pull out all the way before plunging back into her. Leila likes it fast and hard, and I want to please her, so I pound into her repeatedly as she moans and squeals below me.
I lean down and kiss her as I slow my thrusts. “Are you close, baby?”
“Oh, yes,” Leila moans.
I use my right hand to find her sensitive button and rub circles on it until Leila arches her back. I pull out again and then plunge deep inside her as the walls of her pussy contract around me.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” I tell her.
“Inside me. I want to feel it.”
I moan as I give Leila what she wants. Just a few more thrusts, and I’m emptying my load into her birth-control-protected pussy. I stay inside her for a few extra moments until it’s time to pull out.
Leila breathes deeply for a few moments, and then she starts to laugh. “That isn’t what I expected today.”
“No?” I ask with an arched brow.
“I mean, not before we go to the party. Everyone there is going to know! Look at my hair!”
“Your hair looks perfect. No one is going to know.”
Leila shoots me a look. “We both have the just-had-sex look.”
“We can clean ourselves up.”
“We’ll have to. I call the nice bathroom in the spare room.”
“Fine. I’ll use my own bathroom.”
We race up the stairs to make ourselves presentable. A few minutes later, we meet back in the living room. I grab a set of keys from by the door. We’re taking the BMW today, apparently. I love playing car roulette.
“Where is this party? I never asked.”
“It’s at a warehouse near the beach. It’s a big party spot. Rentals go out like two years.”
“Wow, that’s crazy.”
“Yeah. I’ve never actually been. I’m not cool enough to get invited.”
Leila laughs. “This time, you were.”
“That’s debatable,” I say. “Ben and I are only friends in the show. I think he wanted more people his age at this party. His brother is like eight years older than him.”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
We pull up to the warehouse, and a valet parks the car for me. Inside, I’m struck by how not crazy this party is. The warehouse is massive, and though there are a lot of people, they’re all spread out, making it feel less crowded.
“This is the kind of party I can get behind,” Leila says. “I like having room to breathe.”
I’m about to respond when Ben walks up and says, “Spencer, you made it!”
We shake hands, and I introduce him to Leila.
“Ah, the girlfriend who has stirred up trouble.”
Leila flushes. “I haven’t meant to.”
“Listen, I’m fine with it. Anyone who takes Candy down a few pegs is good in my book.”
“What do you mean?”
Ben laughs. “That girl is used to getting her way no matter what. The two of you are stopping her spoiled ass. I love it.”
“Did you invite her here?” I ask him.
“Hell no. My brother would never forgive me for bringing drama to his party. I made sure you were alone when I asked you. Didn’t you notice?”