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My cock was straining against my boxer briefs, almost peeking out of the waistband. Rosie ran her fingers up and down my length over the fabric. “God, Tom, you’re big,” she murmured.

I preened. What man didn’t want to hear his size was impressive?

She pushed them down over my hips, my dick bouncing against my stomach and pointing to the ceiling. As she knelt to push them to my ankles, her warm breath feathered over my cock. I took a deep breath to maintain control, all but thrusting my hips to her mouth to invite her to suck, lick and take me into her lips.

Christ on an infomercial for vacuum cleaners, just the thought of that …

I was already leaking with pre-cum. Rosie glanced up and grinned. She stood and wrapped her hand around my length and stroked. I groaned and rested my forehead against hers, watching her ministrations.

I stilled her hand with a groan. “If you keep that up, I won’t last.”

Rosie kissed me, and I kissed her back, my hands skimming up her sides and cupping her breasts.

She broke the kiss with a gasp as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I watched her face, cataloguing all of her reactions. Her fluttering eyelids and her moans almost had me undone. I couldn’t help pressing my hips into hers; her eyes flew open.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

I cleared my throat and nodded. “Okay.”

My god, we were doing this.

“Where are your condoms? I brought some but they’re in my bag in Amanda’s room, and I don’t want to go in there and have to answer questions about who I am sleeping with tonight.”

I froze. Through the fog of lust, a pang of worry pulsed through my gut. “If you are unsure about this, we don’t have to do anything—”

Rosie cupped my face and kissed me lightly. “I am so sure. I want this, Tom.”

I grinned and kissed her back.

“I don’t need Amanda’s permission to be here, right now, with you, in this moment. Only yours. This time is ours and I want you.” Rosie gazed at me with a mix of hope and lust.

“Christ, Rosie, I …” Words were failing me. Probably because all the available oxygenated blood was being redirected to my dick. “I want you so much, too.”

Rosie grinned. “Tell me where the condoms are, Tom, so we can do this already.”

“Bedside, top drawer.”

She turned to retrieve the box of condoms, and I admired her arse as she bent over the bedside table. Those lacy panties had to go.

Rosie held up the foil packet and looked at me shyly. “Can I put it on?”

I nodded, my breath hitching as she wrapped her hand around my dick and gave it a slight tug.

More, harder,I wanted to growl, watching her roll the condom on my dick. As she pushed the condom to the base of my length, my hips bucked. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, trying to think of anything but how good her hands were on me, how good it would feel inside her.

She stroked me again, and I groaned, my hips bucking again in reflex. “Oh god, Rosie. I am not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

Rosie lay down on the bed and I pulled her underwear down her legs, throwing them over my shoulder. She parted her legs, and fuck. She was so wet. Wet for me, because of me.

I towered over her, settling between her legs, my hips spreading her legs wider. My tip was lined up to her entrance as I leant down for a kiss.

Rosie wrapped her arms around my neck. “Have you—?”

“Have I what?” I panted, barely keeping my control, pushing forward to tease her, rubbing her juices over my tip.

“Done this before?”

May have only just turned eighteen but this wasn’t my first rodeo.

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