Page 28 of Mabilia

I roll my eyes. That’s the second time someone has said that to me in less than an hour.

Me:

I’ll take my chances. You’re worth it.

Mabilia:

I’ll be out in a sec.

I watch the students flock out of the building, searching through the crowds until I see her. She’s walking with a guy who has his arm wrapped around her shoulder. A guy who isn’t her brother. They’re whispering together, and then she looks up. Her eyes connect with mine and she smiles. The guy leans in and kisses her cheek. He looks right at me and holds up a middle finger.

Mabilia elbows him in the stomach before she shrugs out of his hold and runs up to me. Her arms wrap around my neck and her lips slam onto mine. The world disappears as her tongue slides into my mouth.

“I missed you,” Mabilia whispers into my lips, pulling away slightly.

My arms tighten around her back and I tug her against me, my hard cock pressing into her stomach. “Not as much as I missed you,” I tell her.

“I don’t know. My panties are soaked right now.” She smirks at me.

Fuck me.My cock strains against my pants. “You free this afternoon?”

“Uh-huh. What do you want to do?”

“You.” I laugh.

“Sounds like the best idea you’ve had all week,” Mabilia says.

“Your friend is looking at me like he wants to rip my head off,” I tell her, glaring back at the asshole watching us from the parking lot. Except he’s not alone now. There’s another kid with him, wearing a matching glare.

Mabilia turns her head. “Not my friends. My cousins,” she groans. “Get me out of here before they do actually rip your head off.”

“Your chariot awaits.” I walk around to the passenger side of the car and open the door for her.

“Such a gentleman,” she says.

As I pull away from the school, I can hear Mabilia’s stomach growl. “You got a monster in there?” I ask her. “Did you eat lunch?”

“I didn’t have time,” she says.

“Change of plans. I’m taking you to eat first.”

“Or you could take me to your place and feed me your cock.” Mabilia’s hand runs up my thigh.

“As fucking tempting as that sounds, you need food. Then I’ll happily feed you my cock.”

I drive to a local diner. We grab a booth and I order a burger and fries while Mabilia orders pasta and a vanilla milkshake.

“How’s your week been?” she asks me.

“It’s looking a lot better now that I’m seeing you.”

“You’ve seen me.” She rolls her eyes.

“On the phone. I can’t touch you through the phone,” I remind her.

“You’re not touching me now either.” She pouts.

I stand, sliding out of my side of the booth and relocating myself to hers. My hand rests on her bare thigh. “Is that better?”

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