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“Sebastian,” I moan as he continues to move inside me.

It’s hours and multiple orgasms later, when his thrusts become more demanding, his rhythm speeding up, and his breathing ragged.

“So good,” I gasp, every nerve ending in my body sparking to life. The sensation of him filling me so completely, so powerfully, undoes me. My clit pulses, my pussy clenching around him with wave after wave of pleasure, each sensation more incredible than the last.

He gives a low guttural groan and his body goes rigid, his cock pulsing inside of me. He adjusts his position to lay by my side, our bodies still intertwined, and our hands finding each other’s.

“Wow,” I murmur, my voice filled with a mixture of awe and satisfaction, as I turn to look into Sebastian’s eyes. “That was...just wow.”

Wowis an understatement, a mere whisper in the face of what we’ve shared. It was more than that; it was the most incredible sex of my life.

His fingers caress my cheek as he chuckles. “I’m going to visit my dad tomorrow. Do you want to go with me?”

I’m surprised by the invitation and grateful for the chance to be part of his life.

“I’d love to, but my aunt is having a barbeque and I promised my mom I’d go.”

Should I break my commitment to my family to spend time with Sebastian and his father, deepening our connection even further? Or should I invite him to the barbeque, a step toward merging our lives and introducing him to my loved ones?

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Chapter35

Sebastian

TIPSY NIGHT’S RESCUE

The bass thumps in my chest as I stumble back into the dimly lit club, my head spinning from way too many drinks. The vibrant lights overhead blur into a kaleidoscope of colors, making it hard to focus on anything. I push my way through the crowded dance floor, searching for Jess. It’s a miracle I can even make it through this sea of swaying bodies without tripping over my own feet.

“Jess!” I call out when I see her.

She spots me and waves me over to where she and the other girls are dancing. I reach her, but as I try to speak, the noise is deafening, drowning out my words.

Grabbing my hand, she pulls me into the group. Reluctantly, I let her lead me into the heart of the pulsating music. The rhythm courses through my body, and for a moment, I forget about everything else. We dance, or rather, I sway and stumble, my world spinning around me.

But the dizziness catches up with me. I position myself next to Jess, trying to make myself heard. “My phone’s dead.”

“What?” she yells.

“My phone,” I say, clutching her arm for support. “I need...to call an Uber.”

Jess misunderstands me amidst the deafening beats. “More shots!”

Before I can clarify, the other girls in our group overhear Jess and join in, shouting, “Shots! Shots! Shots!” Their voices blend with the pulsating music, and suddenly, I’m being dragged toward the crowded bar.

My protests fall on deaf ears as they order a round of drinks, and I watch as the bartender lines them up, filling the small glasses with colorful, potent concoctions.

I lean in close to Jess. “I need to go home.”

She pouts, her disappointment clear. “The night’s still young, and we’re having so much fun.”

“Can I use yourhicphone to call an Uber?” I ask, my voice slurred from the alcohol, my words stumbling over each other. Jess hesitates for a moment before nodding and handing me her cell.

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