Trigger warning: Mature audiences only. This chapter contains smut, and sexual content.
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𐙚˙river⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩If you had asked me a month ago, if I'd be fighting over a woman with my bestfriend, scratch that. Sharing, a woman with my bestfriend, I would've told you that you're insane.
One thing me and Larson have never had to fight over was a woman, we've always had drastic difference in what we preferred. He loved brunnttes, I loved blondes for the longest time.
But the second I saw those hazel eyes, those pink plump lips, and that dimpled smile... I think we both knew it was game over.
And somehow with those three little words, she got me.
"So do it."
And I did.
I crash my lips to hers, hard, my fingers gripping the back of her neck, tightly. Her body pressed against mine has my dick already begging to be let free from my tight dress pants. And fuck, the taste of her lips.
I don't know if its the flavor of her lipgloss or if its just her natural taste, but fuck is it driving me crazy.
A soft delicate moan falls from her lips as she wraps her arms around my neck, dragging me further into her.
As badly as I enjoy just this, I need more.
I let a hand trail down her side and all the way to her ass, lightly pinching the soft skin. A gasp leaves her mouth and I take this moment to slip my tongue in.
To my surprise she battles me for dominance, her tongue trying to overtake mine. I cant help the smile that makes its way onto my face, continuing my assault on her mouth.
Jesus took his sweet fucking time on this one...
She taste likes cherries and a slight hint of mint.
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