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Frankie’s grin was almost Cheshire Cat-like as she shifted her hips, drawing a groan from me.

“Cherry, please.”

“Cherry,” she mused. “You always called me that because of my hair colour, now you can add popping my cherry to the list of reasons why.”

I leaned down and snagged her lower lip with my teeth; her eyes gleamed with a challenge and then, before I knew it, Frankie nudged me onto my side then she rolled on top of me. Somehow, I never slipped from her body.

“Babe,” I hissed as she sunk down, taking the length of me. “Are you sure?”

“Is there a rule that for our first time you need to be on top?”

“What?” I shook my head. “No, but – fuck!”

Frankie rose up and down on my cock and I almost lost it then and there. I shifted my hips, almost bracing myself against what she was going to do to me as I placed one hand on her tiny waist and the other on her breast. She licked her lips, grabbed my forearms and kept eye contact with me as she slowly began to ride me. Instantly, my toes curled as I tried to force my body to remain absolutely still.

I understood in that moment why people became addicted to sex.

The raw pleasure that filled my body took over everything. My mind, my senses, my will to do anything other than come was insane. I lowered my eyes from Frankie’s stunning, pleasure-filled face so I could watch my cock slide in and out of her pussy. I had gotten off to this visual of what that could look like over the past three years and, now that it was happening, I was happy to say that reality completely outdid everything my imagination conjured up, because fuck.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Ride me, baby. Fuck me.”

I bucked my hips up to meet hers as she slammed down on me and we both made sounds I couldn’t describe. That was the flip of the switch on slow sex and almost instantly the pace changed and Frankie was riding me, fucking me, like there was no tomorrow. I had no defence against her, she had me completely and utterly at her mercy and I loved every single second of it.

“Fr-Frankie.” I panted. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yes.” She slammed down. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”

Christ.

I moved both of my hands to her waist, squeezed tight and drilled my hips up into hers. She clenched around me and threw her head back. I was trying to look everywhere at once. Her face, her tits, her body, my cock slamming in her pussy. My senses were entirely overloaded with Frankie and when I locked eyes with her, I knew I was about to come. My lips parted as what felt like static electricity pinched my balls as they drew up tight. I groaned as the built-up pressure released and my cum shot out in spurts from my body to the inside of Frankie’s. The sensation of bliss was so strong, I thought I might have blacked out for a second.

When I was spent, I was more satisfied and relaxed than I had ever been in my life. I closed my eyes and audibly thanked God for his method of reproduction. Frankie’s laughter made my softening dick twitch inside her body. She lay her still-trembling body on my chest and brushed her soft lips against mine. I felt like I weighed a thousand pounds as I lifted my arms and wrapped them around her.

“Frankie,” I opened my eyes and looked at her. “I love you.”

She nuzzled her nose to mine.

“I love you too. Always have and I always will, rock star.”

I kissed her before I let my head plonk back on the mattress. I was wiped. Or at least I thought I was, then Frankie sat back up and lifted her hands up to her head so she could finger comb her hair. I was still inside her body and as my eyes rolled over the porcelain white curves God gave her, I suddenly wasn’t as tired as I thought I was. My slowly hardening cock agreed with me. Frankie’s screeching laughter as I rolled her under me soon turned to moans and urgent demands as I loved her body with mine so thoroughly that I knew there was no way we would finish unpacking the rest of our things tonight.

Not a chance.

CHAPTER FOUR

RISK

“Risk, could you look any more miserable, boy?”

The sudden intrusion on my memory made my body tense. I turned my head in the direction of the voice that spoke and stared at May Acton, the first kid I had ever hung out with on the first day of reception at school. As I looked at him, I didn’t think he’d changed all that much. He still had the same shoulder-length hair he’d always had, only it was blood red now instead of its natural dark brown. His face wasn’t fat anymore since he’d lost over five stone of weight throughout the years, but he still looked like May and our success and fame definitely hadn’t changed him. He was still the same idiot from Cumberland Road who thought farting was funny.


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