Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
22
MAX
I wake up on Thursday morning with a boner and the annoying realization that I was dreaming about Marnie again. Fucking hell. Make it stop. I sit up and run a palm down my face. What’s wrong with me? I’m never obsessive like this. I’m an expert at moving on. Not giving a shit. I’m a machine. Why has she gotten under my skin like this?
I hop in the shower and deal with my boner, then slip on some workout clothes and head into my home gym, figuring I’ll squeeze in a quick workout before meeting Marnie and Ripley at the coffee place later this morning. But as I’m getting onto my treadmill, my phone rings with a call from Marnie.
Shit.
I bet she’s calling to cancel our meet-up this morning. Maybe after thinking about the situation overnight, Marnie decided our undeniable attraction is a forest fire, rather than a lit match—a flame she’s not willing to ignite, after all. With a pit in my stomach, I step off the treadmill and connect the call. “Hey, Marnie.”
In an excited voice, Marnie says, “I just dropped Ripley off at school, even though I don’t have a job lined up today. I never do that. I always spend the day with her when I’m not working.”
“Oh. Okay. Do you still want to meet me at the—”
“I did that because I think we should fuck today, Max. For as long and as hard as we can, until it’s time for me to pick up Ripley at three.”
My entire body jolts like I’ve been hit by lightning. “Count me in.”
She’s panting. “We need to get this thing out of our systems today, once and for all, so we’re thoroughly bored with each other by the time we go to Wyoming."
Hallelujah, there is a God. “When and where?”
“Your place,” Marnie says without hesitation. “Right fucking now.”
“Get your ass over here as soon as—”
“I’m here. Standing in front of your building.”
My dick jolts. “Get the fuck up here, Marnie Long. Run, don’t walk.”
“I’m coming now.”
I sprint out my front door and down the hallway and then wait at the elevator. When the doors finally open and Marnie appears, her eyes are burning and her cheeks rosy. She hurtles through the steel elevator doors and into my arms, and I devour her mouth like I’ve waited a lifetime to kiss her. It certainly feels that way.
As we kiss, I grab Marnie’s ass and pull her up, and she wraps her thighs around my waist and her arms around my neck, and I carry her down the hallway to my front door, kissing, groping, and attacking her as we go.
Somehow, I get my door open and our bodies inside without breaking our mouths’ connection. Since I’m not sure I can make it all the way to my bedroom without physically exploding, I lay Marnie down on my couch. Breathing hard, I pull off both our clothes, roughly open her thighs, and stroke her pussy. She’s already wet and swollen for me—as ripe and ready for me as can be. It’s not typical for me to jump straight to fucking. Almost always, I’m gonna have myself an appetizer before the main course. But this time, getting inside this woman, right fucking now, is a matter of life and death.
I massage her clit, round and round, while my fingers inside her get her wetter and wetter, and when she’s so wet she’s making sloshing noises against my fingers, I turn her around, bend her over the couch, and plunge myself inside her from behind. At the sensation of my body stretching and filling hers all the way, Marnie growls and moans and digs her fingernails into my forearm.
I fuck her hard, gripping her neck with one hand while massaging her clit with the other.
I fuck her hard, until she’s keening like a wild animal and releasing guttural groans with each beastly thrust. I fuck her hard, until I’m light-headed and tumbling through space on my way to unparalleled bliss. If my house were burning down around me, I wouldn’t notice. I’m in a trance. A state of pure ecstasy—and I never want it to end.
With a loud gasp, followed by a growl, Marnie throws her head back, so I grope her extended neck, breasts, and nipples while continuing my circular, rhythmic assault on her clit. I pound her even harder, while whispering into her ear that she’s a drug to me, a savage addiction.
Finally, when I’m reaching the bitter end of my ability to hang on, Marnie’s most intimate muscles clench sharply around my cock and squeeze. For a brief, delicious moment, Marnie’s body holds mine captive—a tell-tale sign she’s on the bitter cusp of an intense release. She reaches up and grips my face behind her, and a moment later, her innermost muscles ripple so fiercely against my cock, I’m propelled forcefully into an orgasm that makes my vision blur.