Rushe clamoured with her hands, and managed to get them out of his tee-shirt, but when he planted them on the bed she linked her fingers between his. ‘Kitten, I don’t have time,’ he said, as she tried to kiss him again. ‘Please,’ she murmured. Nipping at his jaw Flick closed her knees on his ass, keeping her feet hooked between his thighs, and increasing her rubbing on the ridge behind his fly. ‘I’ll beg, Rushe; do you want me to beg?’ ‘You’re gonna come all over my jeans,’ he said. ‘I’m meeting a serious guy.’ ‘You like it when I come all over you,’ she said, licking the stubble on his chin.
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