WickedSeduction by Tina Donahue Read Free Book Online

Unable to resist, she stroked her
clit once, twice, again and again, squirming at the pleasure racing through
her. If she didn’t slow down, she’d come within seconds.
    No way. She wanted this to last. She needed to dream.
    Marnie’s thoughts returned to her fantasy of Tor. Silly, she
knew, given they had no future.
    The notion didn’t stop her in the least from imagining his
rod in her hand, the heat and silkiness of his skin. A bead of pre-cum would
have already seeped past the small slit in the head of his cock. Marnie
imagined its salty taste, the unique flavor of his flesh as she slipped the
crown inside her mouth, imprisoning that part of him as her pussy would
eventually do. Or rather, her cunt.
    With him, the word would be thrilling and seductive, not crude
or demeaning. With him, nothing would be impossible or forbidden.
    Marnie wanted his mouth on her breasts, on her clit, his
hands exploring, cock thrusting into each of her openings, his big body pressed
close, weight confining yet liberating, every inch of him setting her on fire,
urging her to come.
    She rubbed her clit hard and fast, the tension in her legs
and pussy so unbearable Marnie had to grit her teeth to keep from crying out. A
few times, she tried to stop, wanting to draw out the pleasure.
    Lust and longing wouldn’t allow her to pause. Images of Tor
on top of her, his cock tunneled deep inside her sheath, their mouths joined in
an impassioned kiss pushed Marnie even farther toward completion.
    On a muffled groan, she shattered, bursts of heat warming
her, perspiration coating her neck, her inner muscles contracting steadily with
her release.
    Spent, she struggled for air, her heart beating crazily.
    Wasn’t enough. She wanted more, the floodgates suddenly
open, her pent-up passion demanding its due.
    Marnie ground the heels of her hands into her eyes and
swore, frustrated with herself. She knew better than to want, hope, dream.
    What in the hell is the matter with you? Haven’t you been
through enough with Ethan and everything else? You want more of the same?
    Not from Tor, never from him, he was different. Wasn’t he?
    Marnie growled at her uncertainty and the position she’d put
herself in—inviting him here when her bed wasn’t only a major distraction but
an outrageous temptation, needing to be alone with him when he’d surely want to
know stuff about her. Personal things Marnie didn’t want to discuss. Questions
she’d never be willing to answer.
    Like who had caused her scars, nearly killing her.
    * * * * *
    For Tor, Wednesday at five o’clock seemed as though it would
never come. Generally, he spent his days off sketching or taking care of stuff
such as grocery shopping, washing his clothes, hooking up with women he liked
for a quick bite, movie, or other entertainment, followed by hours of sex.
    Today, he woke at dawn and couldn’t get back to sleep. After
a two-mile jog in the muggy air, he could barely breathe but still hadn’t put a
dent in his restlessness. He wanted to see Marnie badly. Twice during his run,
he’d passed the shop where she worked, peering at the second story of the brick
building, at her windows.
    She didn’t appear in any of them. The blinds remained
tightly shut. Probably a good thing. Tor didn’t want her to think he was
stalking her.
    Fuck, where had all this desire come from? As a rule, he was
always pleased to meet a new woman in order to get something intimate started,
wild monkey sex the goal.
    He wanted the same with Marnie and a pissing lot more. Tor’s
desire to share conversation with her was overwhelming. He was starved for
information—where had she come from, did her family live in the area, how many
siblings did she have, what were her likes and dislikes as far as food,
entertainment, life goals and other things were concerned?
    Many of the women he’d known talked about themselves nonstop
until he’d zoned out, nodding politely when they paused for air. Marnie had
offered so little,