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His Mind

He says to me "You don't know what goes on in my head !?"

And I looked at him with my eyes wide shut, knowing that there was only Him & I that unraveled in my thoughts. However, there was him, me and a string of other men that tormented his inner peace, if I took a peek into his mind to ascertain why he gazed upon me with fragmented thoughts, and a conflicted heart.

Those words infused my senses, just for a moment.

After that moment, it became ridiculously clear to me that he'd misunderstood any peripheral friendships I had with another man.

Unwilling to fathom that they weren't laced with the same reciprocation, like he and I.

I knew exactly what was unfolding in his mind, and it was us, fucking one another til the sunlight peeked into our window, without the hint of another man on my palate.

He was transparent, from that perspective. But still, he maintained his composure to ensure he didn't incriminate himself.

Yet, he was already implicated as his heart held him to ransom.

His emotions were oceanic, and tidal, and the vastness gave him away. He became the ocean, and I the shore in which he crashed into, violently but gently like the dichotomy he became to me.

If I closed my eyes, I could feel his hands roam all over my frame, pulling me closer towards him as he kissed me hard, and deep, until I felt the hardness of his cock, pressing into my stomach.

Of course, I knew what was in his mind as he saw me sprawled out before him, aching to feel his fingers strumming upon my swollen little clit, as I slid up and down upon his thick hard cock whilst he kissed, biting and sucking my erect nipples as he threaded his fingers between the length of my curls.

Soon. He could feel my cream drizzle all over his throbbing cock as he stretched my bare naked cunt, and fucked me hard and deep, until my cunt was swollen, and thirsty for his sticky cum to drip from my wet cunt, tight arse and sexy cock sucking lips.

It was his way of punishing me, for what went on in his mind and he'd leave my swollen and throbbing for days on end, as a reminder that I was his, and his alone.