Page 148 of Hooking Up
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It's the only thing in my head.
Iris is mine.
She trusts me. Needs me. Wants me.
Not the carefree guy I convince everyone else I am.
Me.
I kiss her harder.
She holds my head against hers, rocks her hips to meet me.
We move together, groan together, breathe together.
We stay locked like that for ages.
Until she's there, groaning against my lips as she comes.
Then I'm there, digging my fingers into her skin, pulling her closer, pumping deeper.
I groan her name as I come.
My cock pulses. Pleasure floods my body. But it's more than satisfaction.
It's everything.
She's everything.
And this is everything.
