My cock was so fucking hard. Would it always be like this with Rory? The constant need to have her near me? To fill her so deep with my dick she’d begged for more?

Sliding my hand out from her shirt, I slipped it into my sweatpants, which she was wearing. I’d never seen her look so damn adorable as when she’d walked out of the bathroom at my parents’ dressed in my old sweatpants and T-shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail, and all I could think about was how I wanted to see that sight every day for the rest of my life.

Taking the bowl of popcorn, I set it on the coffee table. “I want to make out.”

She giggled and slowly lay down on the couch. “What are we, in high school?”

“Are you volunteering to dress up like a naughty schoolgirl?”

Her teeth sunk into her lip, and my cock pulsed harder.

“Fucking hell, Rory. Don’t look at me like that.”

She shrugged and ran her fingers lazily down my chest before sliding her hand under my shirt. “I’m only trying to say that if you wanted me to, I would do it for you.”

My eyes about rolled to the back of my head imagining it. Crushing my mouth to hers, I kissed her hard. She gave back as well as she took. It was raw. Passionate. Filled with a pulsing sensation of heat and desire.

Rory stroked my cock through my jeans while I played with her nipples.

“Are you wet, Rory?”

“Yes. Oh, Finn.”

“Still don’t want to do this?”

She pushed back on my chest. “We have to move to the floor.”

What? The floor?

“What the hell for?”

“I can’t have sex on their sofa. That’s weird. What if you got your spooge on it?”

Drawing back, I lifted a brow. “?‘Spooge’? Did you seriously just call my cum that?”

“I did,” she stated while trying desperately to hide her laugh.

“You know, two minutes ago the heat radiating between us was insane, and you went off and ruined it by wanting to get on the floor because of my…spooge.”

“Do you want me?”

Rory ached as much for me as I did for her. I saw it in her eyes.

“Fuck yes.”

I pulled her off the sofa, and she thumped onto the floor.

“Ouch!” she cried out, then covered her mouth. We both remained perfectly still. When we heard no sign of Presley, I pulled her sweats down while she unbuttoned my jeans.

Slipping my fingers inside of her, I let out a groan. “Damn, baby. You’re soaking wet.”

“It’s the movie. It does that to me.”

I stopped moving and stared at her. When she busted out laughing, I lifted her ass some and slipped inside of her.

She drew in a breath. “Yes. Finn, that feels amazing.”

Flash walked up and stood at our side. We both turned and glared at him. “Go on, boy. Go lie down,” I said as I tried to stay focused.

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