Marx Girl Read Online Free Book T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
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There it is… the hint of tenderness.

I grab it with both hands and kiss him again. He melts momentarily into it as I grab his face.

“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.

He stiffens and then regains his composure. He turns me away from him and pushes me down on the bed, on my hands and knees, and then spreads my legs wider apart.

“Drop to your elbows,” he commands.

I shuffle my legs apart and wiggle my behind as a tease. He slaps it hard.

“Ouch,” I yelp. Fucking hell, this is not a good idea.

I watch him through my legs. His cock hangs heavily, and pre-ejaculate is dripping from his end. I’m just itching to lick it off.

He begins to pace behind me, back and forth, back and forth, and I know he’s trying to calm himself down so he doesn’t hurt me. This is how he works. He can’t verbalise his thoughts so he needs the physical contact.

He’s fighting his instincts to hurt me.

I turn my head and our eyes lock. “Give it to me, baby. Hurt me for hurting you.”

He glares at me, his jaw clenches, and I drop my head to prepare myself for his onslaught.

Then his lips are tenderly pressing on the dip of my lower back. He gifts me with deep, long licks, and I lift off the bed to meet him. His hands are on my breasts as they hang beneath me, kneading them as if he can’t get enough. He kisses all the way up my back until his teeth graze my neck, and I feel his hard length on my behind. I can feel the trail of pre-ejaculate that he leaves behind.

Then his tongue drops to my behind and he licks my back entrance.

My eyes roll back in my head.

Holy fucking fuck. Ben is the anal master. He taught me how to fuck that way, and I’ve never done it with anyone else since.

That’s his and his only.

I watch him through my legs, watch the pleasure on his face as his hard cock hangs between his legs. I watch myself writhe onto his face.

“Ben,” I moan. Perspiration sheens across my skin and my hair is still wet from our shower.

I feel his lips curl into a smile and I smile against my pillow. God, this is too good.

He is just way too fucking good at this. It should be illegal to be this rude.

I rock back onto his face. Oh, fuck, I need it hard.

He stands and takes one of my hipbones in his hand and then bends and kisses my lower back tenderly. I smile against my pillow and then he slides his thumb into my behind.

I moan when he slowly begins to pump it in and out.

“So tight,” he whispers to himself.

“That’s your ass only, Ben. Nobody has been there but you,” I murmur into the pillow.

He stills and then makes a guttural moan, his pumps getting harder.

Then he stops and leans over me. He gently kisses my shoulder blade. “I can’t fuck you there tonight, angel. I’ll hurt you,” he whispers.

“No…” I whimper. “I want it.” I remember how intimate it is and I need that tonight. “Ben, give it to me,” I pant as I slowly ride his thumb. “Please, Ben, I need all of you.” God, I want that connection.

“You have all of me,” he growls. “And you fucking know you do.” He slams into me hard and sends me flying onto the mattress.

Oh, God.

With one thumb in my ass and his other hand on my hipbone, he starts to ride me hard. Deep, punishing hits, and I can’t even catch a breath.

I can do nothing but hang on.

He starts to pump his thumb, and oh, God… oh, God… oh, fucking God.

I cry out as I’m rocked with the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.

My body goes limp and he rides it hard and fast. The loud slapping from our bodies hitting together echoes throughout the apartment. I close my eyes to try and deal with him but, God, he’s so worked up. Finally, he makes a deep guttural groan as he comes deep inside of me. His body glides in and out of mine as he empties himself slowly. He pulls out and then lays me down onto my back, spreading my legs.

I hold my breath as I watch him slowly slide his fingers in and out of my sex, as if in awe from what his body just did in there.

“Ben,” I whisper.

His eyes stay fixed on my sex as he watches his fingers.

“Look at me, please.”

He drags his eyes to meet mine.

“I love you. I’m not leaving again,” I whisper.

He stares at me flatly.

“I promise.” I sit up to kiss him, and after a moment I feel his walls come down. He throws his arms around me and holds me tight. We kiss again and he scrunches his face up against mine.


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