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How is it possible that I’ve gone this long without experiencing a true orgasm, one that takes over my body and rocks every inch of it?
How?
I hear him in the bathroom using the sink, and I consider joining him, but he told me to stay, so I do. I wait for him, thinking back to all the other guys I’ve been with and how lackluster those experiences feel now. And not just because Atlas is clearly bigger than all of them but because of the connection I feel with him. Because of the undeniable attraction. Because of how well we fit together.
He comes back into the living room and surprises me as he takes a warm washcloth that he must have found in my cabinet and helps me clean up. Then he lifts me up off the ground and carries me to the bathroom.
He sets me down, grips my chin possessively, his thumb angling my lips up, and he kisses me one more time before shutting the door to give me some privacy.
I lean against it, catching my breath and telling myself that this is the real deal.
There’s nothing fake about the way we feel for each other, and there is no way I’ll let Uncle Dwight ruin this. No, we have to find a way to make this all work, because I can’t give him up.
I won’t.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Max
Narrator: Our dear friend Max just found a land where kitten kisses are payment and unicorns rain candy down on all the peasants. Where rainbows are real-life slides and Brenda Lee is constantly rocking around the Christmas tree, never getting tired.
Yes, he’s hit the apex of all orgasms.
He’s seen the light.
He now knows what it means to touch heaven but not fully accept an invitation.
Don’t let me bore you with the summary. How about we let him explain it instead?
This is what euphoria is—the feeling after being inside Betty.
It’s like my dick is being carried around on a velvet pillow in a parade of sex where all the luckiest of people get to experience raw joy.
Yes, that’s what this is. Raw joy.
Nothing is better.
Nothing is more satisfying.
Nope, it’s my dick and Betty’s pussy that’s the combination. I feel really bad for all of you sad motherfuckers who don’t have that combination, because wow.
She thought I was horny before, well she better look out, because after being inside her, fucking bare, there’s no looking back now. Hell, as I wait for her to be done in the bathroom, I’m gearing up for round two.
I’m like a young man all over again, ready to wield my cock like a freshly sharpened katana and come all over the place.
Her pussy did that to me.
Her pussy and her eyes.
Well, her pussy, her eyes, and those tits.
Fuck, the way they bounced as I moved in and out of her.
And fuck, how she clenched around me. Like a goddamn vise down there.
She’s perfect.
Everything about her is perfect.
