Page 89 of Becoming His

This isn't the same as kissingAnnabelle.

Suddenly Tiffany pulled me to the sand, her hands tugging at my bottoms as her hand circled my dick, pumping it wildly as we kissed. I was glad she was so dick-hungry and didn't want any more conversation. It was easier. She was wearing her work skirt, giving me easy access to her. I yanked her underwear to the side, feeling her wetness on my fingers.

Condom.

It was almost methodical.

Then I was inside her, and she was gasping and moaning beneath me as I fucked her as hard as possible, determined to get Annabelle out of my system.

Anna.

The way she bit her lip.

"I've never kissed anyone before."

Which meant she was a virgin.

"Yes, yes, harder, don't stop! Oh my God!" Tiffany tightened her legs around me as I plowed away, imagining fucking Annabelle for the first time. How innocent she'd be. Her eyes looked up at me as she bit her lip.

Boom. I was done. I exploded into the condom as Tiffany kissed me, gasping with delight as I thrust into her one final time.

Sand, everywhere. It was even on my fucking balls. I peeled the condom off, avoiding Tiffany's heated gaze as she sat on her elbows.

"Wow. I could do that all night," she said with a glint in her eye, shaking the sand from her underwear.

"Do you need a ride home?" I offered as she smirked.

"Only if you're joining me."

"I'm afraid not."

She folded her arms, tilting her head as she studied me.

"Sheisyour girlfriend. You've just cheated on her. With me." Instead of looking appalled, she wore a smug grin. "Have I been on your mind, baby?"

She laced her hands around my neck as she moved to kiss me. I pulled her hands away, smiling coldly.

"I don't have a girlfriend, I told you. I'm sorry, but I've got to go. Are you sure you don't need a ride?"

She pouted as I moved away, shaking her head.

"No, my car is here. Call me?" She lifted a brow as I shook my head.

"No. I don't do seconds. Sorry."

She nodded coolly as she watched me leave, and I knew I was a fuckboy. But she knew the score.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Anna?"

"Yes."

I sat in my car, wondering what she was doing now. This was happening. That fuck had donenothingbut relieve my physical tension. In addition to the feelings I clearly had for Anna, another new one joined them.

Guilt.

I suddenly knew what I had to do. I called Chase.

"Yo."