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)
“That was when Robert reluctantly told me y-you had been caught stealing and he’d had no choice but to press charges for embezzlement. I was like a zombie that night. I couldn’t accept it all. It was too much. I woke up with cramps the next morning and I was bleeding. By the time I drove myself to the hospital and got into the emergency room, it was too late. The doctor’s said I was heading for a stroke, my blood pressure was so high! They had to, they had to finish⎯”
I wrapped my arms around my torso as I started to tremble. “My baby! My poor baby! My baby was gone! And it was all because of you! Damn you, Max! Damn you!”
Refusing to look at him, I collapsed into the armchair, overcome by sobs once more.
But suddenly, I was torn out of my agony by a howl even louder than mine. I swung my head around to find Max’s head buried in his hands as he howled in pain. Instinctively, I went to kneel in front of him and took his face between my hands. As he looked at my eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks, I was shocked to see abject pain and misery so deep it must be etched into his very soul.
13
MAX
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dOwHzCHfgA
-I just died in your arms tonight-
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, baby. I didn’t know,” I whispered as horror, shock, and pain wrenched at my chest. “I didn’t know. Please forgive me, please!”
I held the hands that were holding my face and stared into her tear-filled eyes. She used the pads of her thumbs to wipe my cheeks. I pressed my forehead to hers and closed my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” I continued to mutter.
“So sorry,” I whispered against her lips.
The saltiness of our tears tasted so sweet to me as our lips met. At first the touch was tentative, hesitant, as though she was testing the waters. But when her lips parted slightly beneath mine and I felt her tongue slip out on that old journey to glide along my lips, I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I wanted to. I succumbed to the passion that had been bubbling beneath the surface from the second I saw her across the field at the fair.
“I hate you,” she whispered.
“That makes two of us,” I confessed, my voice harsh with a mixture of sadness and desire.
“No, I really, really hate you, Max,” she whispered again, rubbing her cheek against mine like a cat.
“I know,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her onto my lap. I only wanted to comfort her, but the sensation of her weight on my skin was so achingly familiar, my hands automatically snaked around her back, and pressed her soft curves close to me. I could smell her pussy.
God, how I wanted her.
Suddenly, all I wanted to do was forget. Just for a little while I wanted to forget what a cruel thing fate had done to us and how unfairly I had judged her. I felt her tremble as her arms came up around my neck. “I trusted you,” she muttered angrily as her lips found mine.
My cock was rock hard and throbbing as our tongues met and suckled hungrily. I swallowed her soft groan. Her legs were wide open on my lap. I slid my hand down the front of her shorts and under her panties. My finger slid past her engorged clitoris to her swollen and dripping wet pussy.
A soft growl came from deep within my throat.
“Fuck you,” she snarled back into my mouth.
There was no turning back now.
With one swift motion I gripped her beneath her thighs and stood. I sucked her tongue hard as I walked us to her bedroom. The rain beat against the window pane, matching the furious beating of our hearts. I laid her on the bed, pulled her shorts and tank top off before yanking my boxers off.
She spread her legs wide and her pussy opened like a pink flower. I bent down to taste it. It was deliciously soft and sweet. Her flavor washed over my tongue like nectar. I dreamed of this taste for four fucking years. I licked and sucked the wet folds. Her hands fisted in my hair, and her clit throbbed wildly with need as I took it between my lips. My tongue circled it while my fingers slid into her, gently twisting and turning to find that familiar ridge.
“Be rough,” she ordered, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair.
It was as if she flicked a switch in my head. That was exactly what I wanted too. Four years of need and frustration drummed in my blood as I held her down and jammed my fingers as far as they could go. Her body bowed off the bed in response. She writhed and struggled under the onslaught of my brutal finger-fucking, but I was fucking feral. Merciless. I could tell she was already close, very close to her climax.