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Dolce raced after the men, following them to their room. She walked in and slammed the door shut after her.
“You are a pain in the farking ass!” she yelled at Roscoe.
Niner crossed his arms over his chest. “Dude, apologize for being an ass.”
“I wasn’t trying to be an ass,” he said. “It’s not my fault she’s too sensitive.”
“Kiss my ass!” Dolce yelled at Roscoe.
“Yeah? Well, maybe I do want to kiss your ass!” he yelled back. “And your lips. And any other part of your body that I think about kissing. So there!”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I’d like that!” she shouted back.
Niner leaned against the wall, one hand now covering his face as he shook his head. “Guys, if that’s foreplay, really?” He looked at them. “Can’t we come up with something, I don’t know…a little more romantic and a little less shouty?”
She just realized what she and Roscoe had said to each other. Before she could think about it too long, he’d grabbed her and now he was kissing her.
Pretty damn well, come to think of it.
After a second of hesitation, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back, pleasantly startled when she felt his cock harden in his trousers.
The boy seemed to be well hung.
Lucky me.
“That’s more like it,” Niner said. He walked over and stood behind her, pressing her against Roscoe’s body.
And damned if it didn’t feel like his well-hung cock was hard, too. She hoped that was his cock pressing against her ass.
Because if it wasn’t his cock, she’d be disappointed.
Damned disappointed.
Fuck it. Life was short, she had a five-year, these guys were well-hung hunks, and she was going to grab happiness by the balls and hang on tight for as long as she could. She dropped her hands to Roscoe’s ass and dug her fingers in, pulling his hips against hers.
Yep, that was his cock.
Yep, she was going to be one really happy girl here shortly.
Just not too shortly, she hoped.
Wouldn’t that be a kicker, for him to be that well hung and a quick-draw?
She shoved that thought away.
Niner brushed her hair from the nape of her neck and kissed her there. Fiery jolts of pleasure shot straight down her spine and into her clit. “Roscoe,” he mumbled, “keep your fucking mouth shut until I tell you otherwise. You piss her off again in the next hour or so, I’m going to rip your cock off and shove it up your ass.”
She broke free just long enough to clarify. “For speaking,” she said. “You can open your mouth for other things.”
Roscoe grinned, fisted her hair in his hand, and crushed his lips onto hers again.
Oh, baby.
Well, hell, if he could replicate some of that on other parts of her body with his mouth, she didn’t care how fast he was with his cock. She’d make do.
