“You have?”
“Yeah, I have.” He pressed kisses against her lips and neck, each touch heightening her need for him.
She closed her eyes, basking in his touch, knowing that she had been waiting as well. Pops and his friends had been on her radar for as long as she could remember. She’d never acted on her attraction for him because it felt wrong to her. There was no way she could ask one man out, let alone five.
This was what living was all about.
He pulled out of her and slammed every inch of his cock back inside. She screamed his name, begging for more.
Pops rode her hard, and she didn’t look away, wanting him. His cock worked on muscles that she’d not used for years. He was by far better than her dildo or a vibrator.
“Fuck,” he said. “I’m not going to last.”
“Please, Pops, please,” she said.
He released her hand, and reached between them, teasing her clit as he did. That was all it took, a few strokes, and she came apart, screaming his name.
Seconds later, he joined her, groaning as he filled the condom.
She felt the jump in his cock and the pulse as he filled her.
“I love you, Rosie, I fucking love you.”
She soared. There was no other explanation for it. His admission was so pure, and spoken from the heart that she knew he didn’t lie.
He kissed her lips, taking his time as she came down from heaven in his arms. “Are you ready for another?” he asked.
Yes, she was ready. She was ready to face the future with her men, head on.