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My heart cracked in my chest.
“Understood?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He leaned over, placing his lips against mine.
“I miss you already,” he admitted.
“You more,” I sighed.
As our palms disconnected, my eyes traveled to my hand. A small vial was all I had left of Josiah. Tears clashed against the glass at the realization of what he’d gifted me. He’d done his homework. He was passing this class with exceptional scores.
Remembering his scent would come with ease. Fortunately, a new collection was born. The most important of them all.
What’s your language?I wondered silently.
TWELVE
Her walls were like silk wrapped tightly around my dick. It didn’t matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her voice out of my head. The sound of my name rolling off her tongue. The rolling of her hips. The snugness of her pussy. Their generosity. Their forgiveness. Their warmth.
Fuck.
My eyes closed, involuntarily. Visions of Range’s hands against the wall as she threw her shit back on me sent me into overdrive. My nut raced from my sack, threading through my shaft.
I stroked my dick, twisting each time I reached the tip. My toes popped as they curled underneath. I stacked my teeth,gritting while trying not to lose myself in the wilderness behind my lids.
Fuck, baby.
I’d empty my account for another round of Range. It wasn’t her pussy that had me contemplating the deep end. It was her. All of her. Mind. Body. Soul. She was flawless.
Urrrrgh.
Semen erupted from the head of my dick, raining down on my right hand. Still, I was dazed, unable to loosen my grip. Unable to erase her from my thoughts.
Against the pillow, I attempted to catch my breath. Range had a way of rearranging everything inside of me, making it difficult to manage basic functions of the human anatomy. My eyes reopened, giving me full control of my limbs again. I freed my shaft and grabbed the damp towel from the edge of the bed.
My feet touched the floor,socks serving as a barrier between us. It had been three days since I’d laid eyes on Range. However, the effects of her lingered.
The smell of her hair…
The smell of her perfume…
The smell of her pussy…
I missed it. I missed it all. I missed her.
Side by side,we stood as the judge entered the courtroom. Once the court was adjourned, seats were taken. Not ours, but those around us.
“Have a seat,” Range whispered, leaning over so that only her and I could hear.
“I won’t be able to keep my eyes off you if I do. Standing is–”
“Josiah,” she pleaded, “A seat. Please.”
“Only because I hate to hear you beg,” I murmured, “With the except–”
Her cheeks flushed as she turned to me. The seriousness in her eyes and her stern posture were ravishing. I adjusted. My seat was taken without further resistance.
