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)
I shove Marnie’s back against a nearby wall in a frenzy, pin her arms above her head, and urgently press my raging hard-on against her sweet spot. I’m shoving myself flush against her, right between her legs, as I furiously devour her mouth, and the result is a shudder of desperation from her that wobbles my knees.
Gasping for air, Marnie grinds herself into me and begs me to fuck her.
“You don’t deserve it,” I breathe against her lips, but my body is making it abundantly clear I’m going to do it, anyway. I wish I had the self-control to walk away. To leave her standing here with the same blue balls I’ve endured for a fucking year and a half. But I’m only human, and apparently, this woman is my crack.
In a matter of seconds, I’ve got Marnie’s dress hiked up, her panties cast off, and my shorts and briefs down. I reach between her legs to find my target and moan at how soaking wet she is. How ready for me. When I touch her clit, she groans so loudly, I jolt, and when I swirl my finger around and around, she throws her head back, cracking the back of her skull against the wall.
“Are you okay?” I gasp out. But even as I’m saying it, she’s gripping my shaft and begging me to impale her with it.
Marnie groans out, “You’re hotter than my hottest fantasies about you,” and my heart races, even more. She’s fantasized about me since our night together? Good to know I haven’t been the only one.
As my fingers work her wetness and she strokes and squeezes my dick, words begin hurtling out of me. Things I’d rather not say, since I don’t like giving this she-devil the satisfaction. Stuff like, “You’re the hottest woman alive” and “I’ve waited so long to do this to you again.”
Marnie groans and orgasms against my fingers. As she shudders and growls with pleasure, I pick her up by her bare ass and plunge myself deep inside her, pinning her against the wall with my dick. As my body thrusts in and out, it’s plain we’re both in the throes of pure rapture here. Out of our heads with primal lust.
“Nobody else has ever felt this good inside you,” I grit out.
“Nobody,” she readily agrees.
I press my mouth to hers in reply, and we kiss deeply yet again, this time as I continue fucking her against the wall with everything I’ve got.
We’re both insatiable at this point. Our mutual passion is so animalistic and intense, I feel perilously close to blacking out as my body hurtles toward climax. Reflexively, I slide my palm to Marnie’s throat. I’m claiming her. Making it clear she’s all mine. And Marnie growls her approval at the gesture.
While I’m balls-deep inside her and still clutching her neck for dear life, her innermost muscles ripple forcefully against my shaft. At the sensation, my eyelids flutter, and my eyeballs roll back. Bliss consumes every fiber and nerve ending of my body as my release barrels out of me like a runaway freight train. As my body jerks and shudders, Marnie wraps her thighs around me like a vise and bites my neck. Hard. If my palm on her neck was my way of claiming her, then she’s clearly claiming me now with her teeth. She’s a lioness marking her kill—and I’m most definitely her willing prey.
For a brief, glorious moment, pain and pleasure fuse inside me in a way that makes me feel like I’m tumbling through space while enveloped by blinding white light.
When my body finally stops bucking and quaking, I kiss Marnie’s swollen mouth with a vengeance, and she returns my passion without holding back. After kissing her cheek, and then her jawline, I guide her down to her feet, pull her to me, and embrace her fiercely. I’m holding on for dear life. Too dizzy to trust my equilibrium without holding on tight.
Marnie rests her forehead against my chest and lets out a long, loud exhale. “That was even hotter than before,” she whispers. “And that’s saying a lot.” She lifts her head and beams a glorious, red-cheeked smile at me—one that sends butterflies whooshing into my belly. “What is it about you that gets me off so hard, Maximillian Vaughn? Orgasms with you feel like an atomic bomb going off inside me.”
I don’t remember telling Marnie my last name. Did she ask Grayson for details about me at some point after storming out of my place, or did she simply google patent attorneys named Maximillian in the greater Seattle area? Either way, since she didn’t bother to contact me, I guess the method she used to find out my last name doesn’t really matter in the end.
“What’s your last name?” I ask.
“Long.”
I smirk. “Hello, Marnie Long.”