Dear Rosie - Page 222

“Stop.”

She pauses.

“Stay right there.”

“Seriously?” she asks, but I’m already rushing away.

“Don’t move!” I shout over my shoulder as I sprint to the bathroom.

I rip open the bottom drawer, pull out two items, then sprint back.

“Nathan. What on earth?”

“Stay there,” I pant.

“The hoodie string is caught in the stupid dryer hole.” She explains why her shoulders are inside the dryer.

Using one hand, I undo my belt buckle and yank it free, dropping it to the ground.

She starts to pull herself out of the dryer again, and I drop to my knees behind her, gripping her hips. “Please. Pretty fucking please. Pretend to be stuck.”

Rosie pauses. “Are you for real?”

I grip the waistband of her leggings and start to drag them down her hips, pulling her panties down at the same time.

“Nathan!”

“You were planning to change anyway, so it’s okay if we ruin these.”

“Wh-what are you doing?” She’s already breathing heavily, so I know I’ve got her.

“I’m going to fuck you, Rosie. Right here.”

“In the dryer? Why?”

I grin. “Because you look like a porn star.”

Then I slap her bare ass.

She squeaks, but her back arches. And I know she likes it.

“My dirty Rose.”

I shove my pants down to my knees and shuffle forward between hers.

“This is going to be quick,” I warn her as I pick up one of the two items.

“Why, what time is it?”

I chuckle. “It’s not going to be quick because I’m in a hurry. It’s going to be quick because I’m putting my dick in your ass.” I reach forward and use one hand to spread Rosie’s cheeks so I can pour lube directly onto her hole. “And I’m not going to last.”

“But…” She gasps. “People are coming over.”

I set down the bottle and massage the slippery liquid over her rear entrance. “Yeah, and while we make our little announcement to everyone”—I push one fingertip in—“you’re going to be leaking cum from your ass.”

“Nathan.” She moans my name as I move my fingertip in and out.

“Just an inch.” I add a second finger. “Maybe two inches.” I twist my fingers. “But by the end of the year, you’re going to take all of me. Remember?”