Page 35 of Dear Rosie

SIXTEEN

NATE

My mouth crashes down on hers again, only this time she battles me for control.

It’s frantic.

Hungry.

Passionate.

Exactly what I hoped for from this little sexpot.

Her body is warm and soft, and I want to strip her fucking naked.

I want to inspect every inch of her.

But not yet. Not in this pantry.

But later.

I need to get at least one orgasm out of her. After that, she’ll be more relaxed.

Then we can go somewhere else for rounds two and three.

SEVENTEEN

ROSALYN

Nathan’s large hand squeezes my breast, and I groan against his lips.

My head is spinning in the best way, and I let my newfound boldness take over.

I trace my fingers along the top of his pants until my hands are over his belt buckle.

I felt it earlier. The hardness pressing into me as he backed me in here.

And I want to feel more.

I curl my fingers into the top of his pants.

His hips jump.

And I scrape my teeth over his tongue.

He groans.

I reach in farther, my fingers between the fabric of his pants and his tucked-in shirt.

And then I feel it.

The base of his cock.

A very thick cock.

My pointer and middle finger spread, trying to get a feel for his size.

We both moan at the contact. And we both break away at the same time, looking down between us.

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