Solo Max 소설 & 이야기

"To any remote satellite scan from the High Council or the remaining commerce board offices, this entire coastline looks like an abandoned, unpowered wasteland. They can't track a single byte of our data, and they can't monitor the movement of our armor trucks." Maximo walked up from the rear storage sheds, his heavy obsidian combat gear splattered with grease and grey salt dust. He carried his long-range tactical rifle over his shoulder plate, his weathered, scarred face lined with the exhaustion of a three-day continuous march. But as he looked at Leo and Aria standing over the secured port terminal, his grey eyes carried an unshakeable sense of generational pride that didn't need the pack

I said. "We're more than ready." I was startled hearing the deep tone of Vene. I had been so lost in staring at Maximo that I didn't notice him and Elio. "Don't go anywhere alone." Maximo told me. I was grateful for the distance between us. It would help me to concentrate on my mission rather than daydreaming about him. "I think I should try this. You know… going alone. We'll catch them soon and this will be over. I just want to get back to my normal life." I told him.

Soren leapt on the bed and did a bounce, and I joined him, up and down on our asses while Max checked out the view. And then Soren pinned me, his inked arms holding me to the bed while he flicked his tongue up my throat, and I let out a pleasurable moan. “Get a fucking room, kids,” Max said, and the husk in his tone gave me shivers. I watched him unpack his case, a couple of dark shirts and a black pair of jeans, a pair of shorts I really couldn’t imagine him wearing, and some boxers, folded up neatly. He looked at Soren and then he unpacked some more, and my thighs felt like jelly strings as he lined up a load of sex toys on the dressing table. Dildos and plugs and a big bottle of lube. I t

It looks perfect. Tacked to the glass, in bold white letters, is a sign: FOR SALE. I stop dead in my tracks. My mind running wild with visions of what this place could be. What I could make it. A place of my own. Customers lining out the door, orders piling up. Months long wait lists. It would take a lot of money to get it up and running. Money I still don't have, especially since I can't depend on Gina. There's no way I could manage it by myself.

“Just come over. Max, I need to see you again.” “Maybe soon, mom,” Max said. “I need to work some things out right now. I don’t think anything good would come from me coming over now, though.” “Nothing good? “his mother asked. “I need to work on me,” Max said as he closed his eyes. “I have to do that alone.” “Are you okay?” she asked. “I will be,” Max replied. The wind picked up right then. It ruffled through his hair. He could feel it on his face as well. It brought a nice cool touch against his cheeks, which were still feeling warm. “I will be one day.”

I placed my phone aside and enjoyed the lightning and rain. The last time the weather was like this; I was half dead so it felt good to just take in the storm without being knocked off kilter. Therapy had helped with regards to dealing with what happened . Max and I had been going together for a while , but ever since he found out about his real father he hasn't been going with me... Again for the past three weeks I've been riding solo for almost everything ... dinner included so this was no different . I didn't pay attention to the music in the background; but a very familiar song was softly blaring through the speakers . The song was by - Rhodes ft Birdy - let it all go. The song is was so

John stared at him in surprise, "Sir, even if I work all night, there is no way I will be able to complete this work. It's just too much for one person. The CEO replied, "oh, you won't be working alone, someone is going to work with you. Her number is written on the back of the file. Listen to me, this is a very important project which is why I choose you. The girl in question is also very good at projects like this, you will not be able to do the job without her so call her up, invite her to your house and you both should spend the night working on it. As I have said, it's a very huge deal so you cannot afford to mess it up, you might lose your job if you do."

Slave I slowly step out from behind Nathan. My cheeks are still rosy-red from seeing Alpha Maximus’s large appendage. I keep eye contact as I slowly walk toward him and gently place my hand in his. There is an instant feeling of love and bliss between us. He rubs his thumb across the back of my hand, sending sparks igniting. Alpha Maximus smiles at me with his gentle brown eyes. My heart flutters and a sense of happiness fills my soul. I know right then that I can trust him and that I’m now his to cherish.

Maxximo POV Ever since my parents passed away when I was a child, only my grandmother took me in, but after a few years, she also left me and my life seemed to have lost its meaning. I was forced to work as a Stripper to earn money for a living. It has not been easy to live alone but I have to stand on my own two feet even by dancing naked in front of people who have done nothing but lust my whole body. I'm Maxximo del Valle, just call me Maxx, 23 years old, working as a stripper since I was sixteen years old. I lived by dancing naked in front of rich women and even men were entertained to watch me dancing Naked in front of them.

I go back to her original question. “I’m loose, as you say, because I like penises. Different shapes and sizes.” “Esmerelda!” she shouts. “My name is Max, mom, now please leave, I’ve had enough of you today.” She stands there, glaring at me. I feel bad for making her upset, but I refuse to apologize. She finally walks away, muttering under her breath. “Try to do something nice, like visit your only child and get thrown out in the streets.” “Tell the congregation they would love to hear all about it.”