Page 136 of Face Off Flirting

The sweet honey that seeped from her pussy lingered on my lips and tongue.

I fucking had her.

She came because of my touch.

She came because of my tongue.

I thirsted upon her climactic desires.

And now, I held her hand as I held the door open to some beachside bar that was dimly lit and had loud music playing.

My eyes refused to look away from April either.

She teased me by putting that dark-red bra back on, plus a black sundress that looked like nothing more than pure temptation.

Making me want to tear it off her.

You had her at home.

You had her to yourself.

What are you thinking right now, Sebastian?

I wasn’t sure.

Maybe it was a subconscious attempt to throw myself a second chance. To not fuck April. To not get tangled up with my best friend’s sister.

Or maybe I wanted this feeling to linger a little more.

As soon as I let the door go, I grabbed for April and pull her against me.

Her hips instantly began to move, following the music.

Her back rubbing beautifully against the swell of my cock.

She looked back at me, knowing exactly what she was doing and why.

I grabbed her sides and picked her up.

She let out a yell and kicked and laughed.

A few people looked at us with odd glances.

We were acting drunk but hadn’t even had a sip of anything yet.

I guided her to the bar, where I cut between two people to get something to drink.

Two guys didn’t seem happy with my intrusion.

The guy to my right looked at me and I could easily tell he knew who I was.

The guy to my left seemed poised for a fight, but he and I both knew I’d lay him out with one punch.

I felt bigger than normal.

Almost monstrous.

That was the effect of April.

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