**Excerpt:**
>“No clothes in the house for you,” he said. “We’ll take care of that tomorrow morning.”
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>Mara shrugged and sat down next to him on the couch. Clean sheets were spread out making a temporary bed out of the old sectional.
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>“Let me look at your arm,” he said. Mara held it out and he gently removed the ace bandage.
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>“You cleaned it up nicely,” he said as his gentle hands examined the wound. “Looks like it’s not infected and should heal in a couple of weeks.”
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>He started wrapping the bandage back up. His hands didn’t hurt her as he delicately rewrapped the wound. She was feeling frisky and hiked the towel up exposing her long-toned legs.
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>“You’ll probably have a big scar on both sides of your arm,” he said trying not to notice. Mara could tell he was attempting to divert his eyes and make small talk. She knew men typically did this before the action started. Marathon let the towel loosen up top as it started to inch lower exposing more of her body and chest. She wanted him to just dive in and take control.
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>Esposito didn’t move, but he didn’t prevent any advances either. He finished wrapping the bandage as Mara slowly got closer. She inspected it and used it as an excuse to get closer to him. She felt his body heat and nearly heard his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He was thinking the same thing. Her towel was now on the verge of falling off completely as she leaned in further and kissed him deeply. He responded and the two embraced as Mara turned her body on top of him allowing the towel to fall to the ground as her legs straddled his waist.
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>She sat back on top of him, allowing him to take notice of her body. His hands started to explore her backside and slowly made their way down. She felt his manhood grow under his pants as she pressed down into him. Her hips started moving slowly as she leaned in so their lips could meet again. She felt him jump as their bodies moved together. She wanted this moment to last, she backed off from the intense kiss. She loved the look in a man’s eye right before the action started. She loved being the source of desire. Marathon felt empowered by the amount of control she had. She could be aggressive, submissive, or a combination of both. The end result would usually be the same.
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>Their eyes remained locked and she slowly slid herself off of him using his legs like a slide. Her knees met the floor and her eyes moved towards his pants. She unbuckled him and exposed his massive hard on. Her hands wrapped around it and it responded with a pulse. Their eyes met again, the look was still there. She kept one hand on him while she removed his pants with the other. He unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his well-defined body and neatly trimmed treasure trail. He had just the right about of hair on his chest that showed he was more rough and rugged than prim and proper.
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>Mara took him in her mouth and slowly savored the moment. His hands helped her keep her hair out of her face as she started the rhythmic motion of pleasure. Marathon knew this was just the beginning and she took her time getting him completely ready. He started to moan and that was a signal for her to back off a bit. She released him from her mouth and played with him a bit. His manhood stood at attention and would follow her every command. Mara slowly slid back up north, letting her breasts guide her movement.
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>She straddled him again, but this time his penis was free to explore her body as if it had a mind of its own. Mara eased herself down onto him and he entered her without any guidance, it only had a one-track mind anyway. His hands returned to her buttocks as she took him all the way in. His hips thrust upward into her body as she felt him completely fill her.
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>Marathon wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his head in close to her body, placing it between her breasts. Her hips controlled the rhythmic motion as he slowly slid in and out of her. She kept a slow and steady pace and regulated the experience. Her breathing gradually grew shorter and her body started to tense up, Mara hummed with pleasure. She was getting close. His hips began thrusting upwards in sync with her steady rhythm. She leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder while digging her nails in his back.
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>“Oh fuck, right there,” she whispered in his ear as their speed increased. She felt his hips begin to thrust upwards with more authority.
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>Her body then tighten and released into orgasm. She quivered on top of him as she broke rhythm and collapsed in pleasure. Mara felt him slow down, but he kept her in close and supported her body.
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>“Did you?” she asked trying to regain her senses.
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>He responded by guiding her on her back into missionary position. She rested her head on the edge of the couch as he positioned himself between her legs. Her body was still recovering, but she spread her legs wide to give him full access as he began his purposeful thrusts back into her. His hands explored the front of her body as he continued his rhythmic thrusts. She knew he was getting close and the sensation of another orgasm started to build. She pulled him in closer and he collapsed onto her. She accepted his full weight and wrapped her legs around him, not wanting him to pull out. His head now dug into her shoulders as his pace quickened.
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>“Oh my fucking god, don’t stop!” she said as each powerful thrust made her exhale in pleasure. The sound of skin on skin contact was like a rhythmic beat of ecstasy.
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>He moaned in response. She knew he couldn’t keep this pace long and she started lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, giving him deeper access. Her body started to tighten up again as she felt her orgasm build.
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>“Holy fuck, I’m almost there. Keep fucking me,” she instructed as his forehead now rested on hers.
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>He moaned deeply, she knew he was doing his best to last. This consideration sent her over the edge, and she plunged into another orgasm. Her body fell back into the couch as he pushed in as deep as he could. Mara squeezed her legs to pull him in further as she felt him spasm inside of her.
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>“Holy fucking shit,” she said as she embraced his entire body on hers. They were both breathing heavy, as if they had an intense workout. She unwound her legs from around him and she felt him slip out of her as a river of seminal fluid flowed out onto the sheets below.
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>After a few moments Marathon sat up and stood. She saw he was still recovering so she pulled him in close and then guided him to his feet. “Come on, there’s clean sheets on the bed, right?”
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>All he could do was nod as she led him to the bedroom. He turned on the AC as she climbed in bed and joined her a moment later.
This is a work of fiction found in Discarded: A Marathon Torres Novel
The main character is Marathon Torres and she is on the run. She finds herself hold up in a CIA safe house after a narrow escape from conspirators that want to keep their secrets. If you enjoy this content, please check out the book and the sequel. Search for the title on Amazon if interested.
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