The Naughty Party Read online S.E. Law (The Boyfriend Diaries #10)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boyfriend Diaries Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
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Shit, this woman is incredible. My body hardens even more as I stare at those pink, throbbing petals and the tiny hole begging to be filled. Moving like a predator, I shift back up her body, pressing a kiss to her lips as she stares up at me with a combination of reverence and ecstasy.

“Wow,” she breathes, running a hand over my face.

“Frankie, sweetheart,” I murmur as I gaze into her chocolate brown eyes. “I have to fuck you.”

She nods.

“Yes, Hunter… Please.”

“Are you on birth control?” I ask, and she nods, blushing a little, as if I didn’t just finish giving her her first climax.

Pulling her legs apart gently, I position myself between them, not breaking eye contact as I push slowly inside her. She groans as she feels me stretching her out. It’s the first time she’s ever had someone inside her, and I wait to move until she adjusts to the sensation, panting and staring up at me as I grip her thighs in my hands. We stay like that until it’s almost unbearable, and then, slowly, deliberately, I begin to move inside her. She drops her head back against the bed, moaning as I continue to thrust, feeling myself come a little more undone every time my hips connect with hers. Soon, every cell in my body is buzzing, the sensations shooting through me like bolts electricity. The pleasure consumes me, and in that moment, the rest of my world couldn’t be farther from my mind.

All that matters is her.

Frankie comes again, more easily this time, writhing on the sheets below me, and I’m not far behind. Soon the fire inside me becomes too much, and I groan, shooting inside her in a wave as I buck my hips against hers, savoring the aftershocks.

“Fuck,” I rasp harshly, convulsing with need. “Oh god.”

After a few minutes of hard pumping, the reverberations level off a bit, and neither of us says anything, just staring into each other’s eyes in wonder at what’s just happened. Then I pull out gently, feeling her shiver a little as I do, and lie down on the bed next to her. I take a moment to appreciate the way her curves look in the dim lighting, her face practically glowing with pleasure.

“Well?” I say at last, after we’ve caught our breaths.

Frankie, who’s been staring at the ceiling, turns to look at me.

“That was incredible,” she murmurs at last.

“Yeah,” I agree. “For me, too.”

“Is it…?” she begins, and then her voice trails off.

I eye her for a moment. “Is it what?”

She looks a little sheepish, a blush creeping into her already-rosy cheeks.

“Is it always like that?” she asks. “I mean, is it always that… you know, good?”

I think for a moment.

“Yeah,” I reply after a second or two. “If you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing.” I smirk, and add, “Which I do.”

The curvy girl giggles, and I gather her into my arms. It feels right like this, and she nuzzles into my side.

“I can tell,” Frankie murmurs teasingly, and for a while we just bask in each other’s arms, the music from the party downstairs the only sound that trickles up to where we are.

3

Frankie

The late-morning sun shines through my bedroom window, the thin fabric curtains not doing enough to quite prevent it from reaching me. I let my eyes slowly flutter open, stretching a little before nestling back under my sheets.

That was one hell of a dream, I’ll say that much.

I’m just getting ready to drift back off and let sleep take me once again, basking in the bliss of not having anything to do today, when suddenly it hits me: it wasn’t a dream. I jerk awake as memories begin to flood my mind. Jenny’s visit. The house party - no, the swingers party. Meeting that hunky guy, Hunter. And then… My eyes widen as I remember what happened next, and for a moment I almost don’t let myself believe it.

No way. It had to have just been a sexy dream. There’s no way a guy like him would have…

Right?

But as I take stock of my body, stretching out again just a little under the covers, I notice a feeling between my legs that I’ve never experienced before. It’s not a soreness, exactly. It’s more like a sense of exhaustion, like the muscles down there have just had the workout of their lives. It’s not a bad feeling, but it’s enough to tell me that what happened at the party wasn’t a dream.

I lost my virginity last night. To a stranger. At a neighborhood play party. Holy shit!

I couldn’t make the idea sound crazier even if I tried. It doesn’t feel like me. It feels like the kind of crazy, off-the-wall story that you’d find in a movie, or hear from one of the wild sorority girls back on the Berkeley campus.


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