Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
He reaches down and adjusts my thighs around his hips, sliding our skin together, putting his dick right where my hole is, nudging at it.
Then, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
I do it.
“Don’t let go.”
“Okay.”
“No matter what.”
“Okay.”
Then, his eyes staring into mine, he does it. He pushes in.
No, wait. He pushes all the way in.
And all I can think about is that I knew it. I knew that this would hurt. I knew that I’d feel the stretch, the burn, the sting, the fucking pain I always read about. I also knew that I’d tear up. That my tears would run down my eyes and soak my hair, the sheets below.
And I’d bleed.
I always, always knew that.
But I didn’t know that there would be someone who’d go through the same pain as me.
Not physically maybe, but emotionally.
Someone whose eyes would cloud over just like mine, and whose body would become just as tight.
Someone who’d lick my tears then.
Who’d run his tongue along the sides of my cheeks, my eyes, and drink them down. Who’d soothe me with sweet hums and kisses all over my face and my throat.
Who’d wait.
For my body to adjust to his size.
To his girth and his invasion.
Until that initial pain turns into restless pleasure.
But most of all, I didn’t know that that someone would be him.
My Bandit.
The guy I’d met in the woods all those years ago.
But then, he’s also the guy who turned night into day, isn’t he? And if he could do that, if he could light up the night like that, why wouldn’t he be able to turn the pain of losing my virginity into something so pleasurable?
Now as I watch him above me, his features sharp and beautiful, his eyes intense and pinned on me, as he slides in and out of my body, I realize that it couldn’t have been anyone else.
It had to be him.
My first.
No one else would’ve made sense. My virginity belonged to him and him only.
And then, he comes down at me.
He curls his strong athletic body and dips down, putting his mouth on my tit. He takes a nipple into his mouth and then I’m not thinking anything at all.
I’m not capable of thinking. I can only feel.
His warm breaths, his hot mouth. His hard sucks on my nipple. His hands in my hair, pulling and tugging.
His dick in my pussy.
Pumping and pounding and gathering speed.
So much speed that I’m rocking with it. That I’m pulling at his hair too. I’m scratching his shoulders, his back. I’m digging my nails into his ass.
I’m moving with him.
And it’s easy too, to move.
Our bodies are practically sliding against each other. Because we’re so hot and sweaty. We’re so drenched and misty. We’re on fire, his summer skin and my moondust body, and it’s so good.
It’s so so good.
Even the ache in my belly feels good.
The soreness, the tightness. The fucking quickening.
Everything feels swollen and stretched just like my pussy and it only gets worse — and better — when he comes for my mouth. When he mauls my mouth just like he was mauling my tit only a second ago, and then we’re kissing and moaning and gasping, and just like last time, I explode.
Everything falls apart and comes together.
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 him period.
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.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The Bandit
I miss 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.