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But this time, I’m much more aware of it. I’m much more awake for my orgasm.
For my pussy to gush again and drench his dick.
That actually feels bigger now.
So much bigger than it did only two seconds ago.
And then he’s breaking the kiss, my Bandit, and his smooth strokes are getting jarring and haphazard as he braces himself on his hands this time, detaching himself from my body.
Only so he can arch and jerk.
Throw his head back as all the muscles in his torso tighten and ripple.
And he comes, growling.
Howling even.
He comes and comes and comes, thrusting inside of me, smacking against my body, jiggling it with his strength. The power of his climax.
His beautiful, erotic climax.
His beautiful, erotic body with every muscle and vein standing in relief.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than his orgasm. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than himperiod.
And so I have to hug him. I have to press my body against his so I reach up and get him.
I wind my arms around his neck and bring him back down.
Thankfully, he gets the message because he winds his arms around mine, tucking his face in my neck.
And then I wait.
With his cock still throbbing inside of me and his arms around my body, for this connection between us to break.
I wait for relief to come.
I wait and wait.
But the only thing that comes is my tears.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
The Bandit
Imiss writing in my diary.
It’s not something I think about often. Because it’s not something that I liked to do in the first place.
But I have to admit that I miss it.
And tonight I miss it with an ache that I haven’t felt in the two fucking years since I quit.
If I still wrote, I’d probably write about her hair.
How it’s spread out on my pillow. How the moonlight catches on it and makes it look like it’s spun from gold and sugar. Everything about her is made of sugar, by the way. Which I’m not gonna get into right now because I’m waxing poetic about her hair, but still.
Anyway, I’d write about how I kept playing with it tonight, as she lay in my arms, all spent and pink from her epic orgasm.
