Sweet As Candy Read online S.E. Law (The Boyfriend Diaries #11)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boyfriend Diaries Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
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Mark’s thrusting starts in earnest. It’s crazy that Mark is having sex with me while John is fucking him from behind. I didn’t know people actually did things like this! I don’t know if I can ever return to regular sex now. It feels too damn good.

During one big thrust, Mark is all the way inside me, his balls pressing against my stomach. John leans around Mark’s neck to give me a quick kiss. When Mark pulls out, John does the same, backing away from me. Mark kisses my neck with each thrust.

“I’m close, baby,” John whispers.

“Me, too,” Mark replies. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

The two men grin.

“What are you thinking?”

Mark pulls out suddenly, and John does the same. Mark pushes me down onto the couch, and the two men stand over me. Without warning, they both start to cum. Their white seed lands on my body. Mark’s fingers enter my still-soaked pussy and thrust hard until I join them in orgasm.

“That was amazing,” I moan when I can speak again. “I never knew it could be that good.”

John kisses my temple. “It is when you find the right person. Or people.”

I think John might be onto something with that. No one has been right for me before. John and Mark, though, are different. I feel like we could really be something.

That thought is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

9

Mari

I tug at the hem of my shirt, but there’s no point. Jessica chose the outfit for me again, and somehow, she always manages to get me into clothes that are far too small for my body.

I tried to protest, but there was no point. When Jessica wants something, she gets it.

That’s why I’m standing outside of a frat house on campus, shivering in the fall air, as Jessica touches up her makeup.

“Stop messing with the shirt; it’s fine!”

Easy for her to say. She’s used to her stomach and boobs showing in every outfit, no matter the temperature. If it had been up to me, I would’ve chosen something more weather appropriate.

Well, if it had been up to me, I wouldn’t be here in the first place. I only came because Mark and John are busy, and Jessica insisted we needed some best friend time.

“Okay!” she exclaims, stuffing her makeup back in her purse. She only has a small bag, but somehow, she manages to bring a ton of makeup with her. Sometimes I wonder if Jessica is a witch. “Let’s go inside. You ready?”

I nod, but I don’t feel ready. I’ve never been to a frat party before. Jessica has been begging me to go to one ever since we first came to NYU, but I’ve been too afraid. She usually comes with other friends. Tonight, she dragged me along kicking and screaming.

Once we get inside the house, it’s impossible to talk. The music is blaring so loud that I can feel the bass against my chest. My heart beats in time with the song.

“What frat is this?” I yell right next to Jess’s ear so she can hear me.

“Mu Mu Phi,” she screams back. I don’t know why I bothered to ask. The Greek letters mean nothing to me. “Let’s find a drink!”

There’s a keg in the kitchen. Or at least what I assume is the kitchen. There’s a fridge, a microwave, the keg, and not much else in the room. It’s exactly what I would expect at a frat house. I doubt they do much cooking here.

Jessica pours us each a plastic cup full of beer. With that taken care of, we start our trek around the house. Jessica scans the crowd enthusiastically. We’re here because she’s looking for her next hookup.

I look around, too, but for Jessica, not for myself. I obviously don’t need a hookup. I already have two.

My mind flashes back to last night with Mark and John, but I push the image away quickly. If I start thinking about it too much, I’ll have an embarrassing problem. I don’t think the skirt Jessica put me in will hide much.

We stand in the doorway to what looks to be a living room. Most rooms in this house appear to be living rooms. There are a few coffee tables around but nothing for dining. Again, I’m reminded that these guys probably don’t eat much in this house. And if they do, it’s probably frozen dinners on the couch in front of a sporting event on TV.

“So,” Jessica shouts in front of me. I lean forward to hear her. She’s focused on the guys scattered around the room. None of them are appealing to me, but I see a few who might catch Jess’s attention. “How are things going with the professor and the TA?”

I flush. We haven’t had a chance to talk since last night, so she has no idea what happened! This is so not the place to have this conversation, but since we’re here...



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