Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Then I fell back on the bed and opened my legs wide. He captured my hands between one of his and held them above my head. I pressed my body up to meet his as he slipped his cock inside me. Our bodies picked up the rhythm of our tongues and we were soon moving in synchronization. I could not stifle the moans which rose up from within me as he twisted and turned his hips, knowing exactly which angle would bring me the greatest pleasure.
He brought me to a shaking climax before I felt his thrusts become harder and faster. I held him tightly as I felt him swell within me for the second time that night.
Sweat poured off our bodies as we lay entwined in each other’s arms. I felt him shift his weight off me. Against my will, I felt my eyes begin to close. That was how it had always been with Max. I knew, though, that even if I slept, it could not be for long.
I allowed my eyes to close.
Hours later I woke up. The room was dark and I could feel the heat of Max’s body beside me. I lay still for a few moments, making sure that he was fast asleep. Then slowly I moved out of his embrace, checking to make sure he was not disturbed.
When I was finally free, I moved quietly to the living room. As if drawn to a magnet I walked towards the paper that had fallen to the floor earlier. I picked it up. I was not wrong. Robert’s name was on it. It was dated Monday. I felt so incredibly sad, I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry as I read through the document.
Robert was right! My instinct about Robert was wrong. He was not the bad guy. It was Max who was the bad guy. It was always him. Here was the written proof that Max was trying to destroy Robert. Here was the next client of Robert’s that Max was targeting.
I put the paper back on the floor and when the hallway light came on, my heart almost flew out of my mouth when I looked up and saw Max standing at the doorway of the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” he asked softly.
“I… I.” I had to think fast. I picked up the paper and put it on the counter. “I was thirsty. I came for a drink of water.”
“Okay.”
I turned to walk back to the bedroom.
Just as I brushed past him, he reached out and buried a hand in my hair. He turned me to face him, looking into my eyes.
“I thought you were thirsty.”
My whole face burned with embarrassment. “Yeah, that’s right. You… distracted me.”
His face was expressionless. “Here, let me get a glass for you.”
I waited while he got a drink of cool water from the refrigerator and returned with the glass.
“Thanks,” I murmured.
He watched as I drank half of it.
“That’ll do now,” I said awkwardly.
“Sure?” he asked softly.
“Yeah.”
He took the glass from my unresisting hand and placed it on the counter. Then he scooped me into his arms and carried me back to the bedroom.
“Want another blowjob?” I asked softly.
“That would be nice,” he replied.
That was the only way I knew to explain away the tears that were already burning the backs of my eyes. I could pretend he had made me gag.
17
MAX
I pulled out of her mouth and watched her wipe the tears off her cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
She smiled tremulously. “Yeah, just out of practice. Need to get my overactive gagging reflex to calm down.”
I nodded and turned away so she wouldn’t see the way I really felt.
When we had first started this ‘game’ I had been too blasé. I thought I could handle it. Her betrayal. Perhaps I had not really believed it, but I had been wrong. God, so fucking wrong. Now, even while I was fucking her mouth all I felt was pain. How could she not see what a scumbag he was? After everything we had been through, she still chose him.
Fuck her!
That was the whole problem. I couldn’t say fuck you and walk away. Not from her. Not yet. Maybe if I kept on fucking her I would get over her eventually. Eventually it would get through my thick head that she was no good.
She lay on the bed with closed eyes. I looked at her profile, wondering how an act that was almost divine when it was done with her could leave such a bitter taste in my mouth. I guess I didn’t want to believe it, and I had done everything in my power not to acknowledge she was not the Madonna of my dreams, but a whore.
A fallen woman.
I had felt her crawl out of bed, and it had killed me to feel the warmth of her skin leave me. It was as if she was killing all my dreams. I had given her enough time to read the ‘fallen’ document before ‘catching’ her.