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So, before he could change his mind and ruin both our nights, I gave it to him.
CHAPTER7
FLYNN
I didn’t recognizethe noise that left my throat when Rose’s massive cock pushed into me. Tipping my head back, I clenched my jaw, trying to call up every smooth-talking line I’d ever whispered to somebody else when their body proved too tight for me to get inside of.
“Flynn,” Rose’s voice was strained.
“Hmn?”
“If you don’t relax, you’re going to snap my dick off.”
His honesty made me laugh and eased enough of my tension that another inch of him slipped in.
“I know how it works.”
“Then act accordingly.”
I scoffed, wincing when he pulled almost all the way out.
Had it always been such a burn and stretch or was it just him?
“It’s not my fault you’re hung,” I told him.
“You’re right.” Rose grinned, a flop of curls falling down over his eye. “It’s your privilege.”
“So modest.”
He bottomed out and went still, giving me time to acclimate to the feel of his thickness and length up my ass. I suspected it was a power move, but since this was a one-time thing, I was happy enough to let it slide.
“So modest,” he mocked, wiggling his head side to side like a bobblehead. “Just like you were on your great kissing quest earlier tonight?”
“It got you here, didn’t it?”
He adjusted himself at my comment, changing the angle of penetration and dragging his tip across my prostate. He fucked me like that, with short and shallow thrusts, enough to send gooseflesh up the back of my neck and into my hairline.
“You don’t strike me as the kind of man to end up on his back often,” Rose murmured, hiking one of my legs up onto his shoulder to bury himself deeper inside of me.
I moaned, my hips coming up off the bed to give him an assist.“I’m not.”
“That’s a shame because you look so fucking hot with my dick in your ass.” He braced his hands against my waist and snapped his hips forward.
“Don’t get used to it,” I grunted.
“I wouldn’t dare.” Rose rolled his eyes. “We’re seriously casual for one night only. I haven’t forgotten.”
Funny that he mentioned it—because I had.
“Less talking,” I murmured, bringing a finger to his mouth. My words were getting ready to leave me whether he stopped talking or not.
Normally I was the one who did the talking. I was the one who gave the instruction, the commands, thepraise. But with Rose’s cock stretching me open, there wasn’t much for me to do besides chase after the orgasm he’d already told me he expected.
And who was he to expect anything of me?
“More fucking?” He raised a brow, those glossy lips of his twisted into a wry smirk.
I managed a nod and reached up, hooking my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down. The ache in my thigh from being stretched between us was miserable, but the taste of him when he crashed our mouths back together made it tolerable.
