Aaron - Day 19

The next day went by in a blur. My job, which was twenty-five miles away from my house, had thankfully kept me away from Megan, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to fuck her. By nightfall, I’d become a crazed monster again, even crazier than I already was.

We sat at my table, eating quietly. She’d avoided me most of the evening, but while sitting in front of me with my eyes locked on her, she couldn’t avoid my predatory gaze any longer. I’d barely touched my food. I’d watch her stare up at me and try to pretend like our sexual chemistry wasn’t burning my damn house down to the ground.

I couldn’t for the life of me keep my fucking eyes off her. The only sounds in the room came from our silverware clinking and her phone spilling a musical mix into the atmosphere. She’d made meatloaf, which was good, but my desire for her overwhelmed my ability to enjoy the meal.

I tried. I promise, I fucking tried, but I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore.

I released a loud growl that frightened Megan to the point that she placed her hand over her heart and stared at me like I’d lost my damn mind. I stood over her, and like a fucking madman, brushed our unfinished meals out of the way.

My glare remained locked on her as she watched the table’s contents hit the floor, clinking and shattering. I reached into my back pocket and came out with a sleeve of condoms and slapped them on top of the table where her plate used to be.

Megan stared up at me. Those big flirty eyes of hers were wide and her body frozen. I didn’t know if she was frozen in fear or lust at this point. Hell, I didn’t give a flying fuck. She’d masterfully seduced me whether she’d meant to or not.

“I can’t fucking take it anymore, Megan. Can I fuck you or what?”

She stared at me, motionless and stunned. One of her hands cupped her open mouth. The other remained over her heaving chest. She glanced around at the mess I’d made of our dinner before her gaze landed back on mine.

At this point, I was so fucking hot and bothered, my left eye was twitching. It usually only got this way when I was extremely pissed, ready to kick someone’s ass, or right before I murdered someone.

In this case, it had started to twitch because I hadn’t fucked a woman in four damn months, and being around Megan had lit an inferno within me. I might have been an asshole biker, but even I had standards. I didn’t touch any of the women in my neck of the woods with a fucking ten-foot pole.

I’d heard the whispers about what they said about me behind my back. “Aaron acts like he’s too good for any of the women in Copper County. We ain’t good enough for him.”

Fucking right! I’d rather beat my shit off than stick it in any of that nasty trash that hung around, throwing their pussy at anything with a swinging dick.

Megan was different. I’d noticed it the moment I saw her. She was one of those good girls who could be swayed to do some bad shit if she met the right man. And the right one was me.

Megan hadn’t answered my question, but despite how crazy she was causing me to act, I’d had enough of my senses left to ask for permission first.

“Megan!”

My shout caused her to jump and bump the table.

She was taking too damn long to answer me, but I couldn’t force myself on her. I wouldn’t. It was the one line I refused to cross although she had me acting like a ferocious animal because I wanted her so fucking bad. I was sure I hadn’t misread that she wanted me yesterday when I’d pinned her on the countertop.

“Megan, I’m waiting for an answer.”

She shook her head and, “Yes,” finally tumbled softly from her lips.

That was all I needed to know. I’d intended to take her on the table, but that wasn’t going to be good enough. If she was half as good as I suspected, I was going to need my bed because I didn’t intend to stop fucking her until she or I or the both of us ended up passed the fuck out.

After slapping my hand on the package of condoms, I gripped Megan’s wrist and yanked her from her seat. Before I realized what I was doing, I’d snatched her up, and my other hand was under her thigh, lifting her. I slung her clean across my shoulder and carried her caveman style up the back stairs with swift purpose.

Everything seemed to be in my fucking way. I bumped the small table in the hallway that led to my bedroom and the lamp that sat on top of it fell sideways and landed against the wall. It didn’t fall to the floor, but it sat there leaning against the wall.

My shoulder brushed the large painting that hung on the hallway wall, and it slipped off one of the hooks and clung to the wall, barely hanging on to the last hook. All the while, Megan’s warm, soft body rested over my shoulder, her heavy breaths mixed with my hasty steps as I marched us closer to my destination.

I tore through my bedroom door, making it collide into the wall with a loud thud before it swung back our way. I tapped it open with the toe of my boot to keep it out of my way and didn’t bother to close it as I moved closer to my bed.

Megan hung draped over my shoulder like a human scarf. I liked that she didn’t complain, or fight, or try to wiggle free. It was more of the confirmation I needed that she was on board with what was about to happen. That tempting round ass of hers that I’d been eyeballing since day one was right next to my mouth.

Unable to resist the temptation, I turned my head and clinched a good chunk of it between my teeth. The small yelp Megan released after I bit her on the ass made me grin before I slung her onto my bed. The condoms landed next to her, and I was unable to stop my eager hands from skimming over her chest.

“Do you need to piss?”

She shook her head no. Those fucking seductive eyes glanced up at me, and the fact that she was in my bed made sweat pool on my top lip.

I walked into my bathroom, figuring I’d better take a piss now before we got started. After washing my hands, I splashed cold water on my face. My skin was hot like I’d caught a lust fever. I’d never been like this before—ravenous and cagey like a fucking feral animal. I needed to calm down. I’d likely already scared Megan half to death. The last thing I wanted was for her to change her shaky yes into a firm no.

A little less crazed, I walked back into my room. The creaking bed made the only noise when I sat next to Megan. She’d had her eyes on mine the entire time. I sat so close to her on the bed that she had to place her hand on my thigh to stay upright.

And just like that, when her small warm hand gripped my thigh, my dick jumped, craving some of the action. I was doing the best that I could with what little control I had left. I was doing my best to not act like a sex-deprived crazy man.

“You want me to take off your clothes?” I asked, attempting to sound normal, but my breathy words sounded strained and forced.

At those words, Megan started the process of pulling off her top layers at a lingering pace like she was still unsure. I was not the least bit timid or shy or reluctant. I threw my shirt over my head in one smooth, quick motion while kicking off my boots. I dropped my pants and shoved them and my boxers down faster than you could hit a lick at a snake.

When I stood, bare-ass naked in front of her, Megan’s gaze landed on my dick and remained there a long time. I didn’t move. I wanted her to get a good look at what I was about to hit her with. She needed to know what she’d said yes to. When she finally started moving again, I stood, staring at her revealing to me the beautiful body she’d kept hidden under those sweats. My hands ached to caress that silky brown skin and those lush curves of hers. Instead of skin and bones, she had a body a man could stroke, squeeze, and spank.

She stared up at me as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Was she going that damn slowly on purpose? The smiling glint in her seductive eyes made me believe so.

After roving over my body, her gaze landed on my dick again. She swallowed as her posture tensed and her gaze remained on my dick while she slid her pants over her ankles.

I knew why she was tense. About ten inches of thick dick was why. Some women told me they didn’t want to deal with that thing. They said they didn’t want me to stretch them and ruin them for other men.

Frankly, I didn’t know what the fuck they were afraid of. Everything I’d ever learned about pussy said it could take a good pounding and bounce back to normal afterwards.

Megan didn’t need to worry her pretty little head because I was going to make sure I took good care of her.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you,” I reassured her when reluctance seemed like it had crept into her head.

My words eased a little of her tension. I reached for her hand, and when she took mine, I tugged her up to stand so I could help her out of her last few stitches of clothes.

Her purple bra was loose but remained clinging to her chest. Those purple panties played up her bronzed skin tone, making me appreciate the beauty of it even more. I was starting to think that perhaps purple was her favorite color. It damn sure was mine when it was on her.

After pulling her in closer, I placed one of her hands on my side and the other on my hard dick. It pleased me to see I didn’t have to give her blow-by-blow instructions. Delicate fingers stroked my dick from the base to the tip, as her gaze finally rose to meet mine again.

That’s it, baby. Don’t be afraid.

The more she loosened up, the firmer her hands grew around my dick. The sensation of her soft hands sliding over my hardness closed my eyes.

Without opening my eyes, I reached up and slid that bra down her arms. She let go of my dick long enough to let the bra fall from her arms and land at our feet.

Fuck if she wasn’t perfect from her head to her purple toenails. Her perky round tits were full, and the hard dark-brown tips were begging for my mouth. I bent and took one of the tips into my mouth as my free hand massaged the other. She didn’t let go of my dick, a sign that she was getting into this as much as I was.

When my warm lips locked around her nipple, the action drew a low moan from her. The sound of her moaning for me thrilled me in a way that I hadn’t expected. I brushed my tongue across one hard tip before I let my hand slide down the rest of her intoxicatingly smooth body.

She was a mixture of silk and cotton. My fingers looped into the waistband of her panties as my tongue snaked down her neck. Reluctantly, I drew my tongue away from her tasty skin when I bent to slide her panties down her sexy legs. This woman was pure seduction.

My desperate gaze swept the expanse of her body from my downed view. My tongue slid across her lower lips when I noticed that she didn’t have any hair on her pussy. Her deep gasp at my action motivated me further, and I licked her there again while keeping my eyes locked on hers.

When I stood, I lifted her up in one swift motion. Her legs wrapped around my waist as her hot pussy sat atop my stiff dick that was at full salute at this point. I climbed into my bed with her attached to me. My bed groaned under our weight, and the mattress springs punched me in the knees as I maneuvered us to the headboard.

Megan had no idea that she was the first woman I’d had in my bed, and I damn sure was not about to tell her. I didn’t want anyone to know where I lived, and most of the women I’d taken an interest in were usually one-night stands that I’d met and fucked in cheap motels as far away from Copper County as I could get.

I sat Megan in front of my wood headboard, reluctantly breaking our connection.

“Turn around, get on your knees, and hold onto the headboard,” I instructed.

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Megan – Day 19

I was as scared as hell, but at the same time, Aaron had turned me on so much I was dripping wet. He’d been right in his assessment of me. The more he scared me, the more turned on I became. This was a side of me I’d never explored. I’d always been a bit of a thrill seeker, enjoying rides and stunts that got my heart pumping, but the type of buzz that Aaron was giving me was new.

I did as Aaron had instructed. My anxious body turned, and I gripped the headboard with shaky hands. At first, my hands shook because I was nervous, now they were shaking because I was so damned aroused. God, his dick was sooo big.

From behind, a shark circled, and my body was ripe enough for him to sink his teeth into, or better yet, that big-ass dick of his. I feared the amount of pain that was surely coming my way. The craziest thing about the situation was, although I knew it was going to hurt, I remained ready to endure whatever came next. Was that fucking twisted or what?

The mattress springs cried under his weight as he moved closer to me. His lips grazed over my shoulder, but what he did next made my neck twist back in his direction to figure out his intentions.

He laid down on his back behind me and slid his face under the lower half of my body. His warm breath touched my pussy and sent a chill up my spine, but he didn’t stop his movement. His shoulders connected with my inner thighs and he continued to inch higher until his face was at my chest.

The next thing I knew, his hot tongue slid over my hard nipples. He gripped my hips, and before I could think, he bench pressed me.

He lifted me so quickly, I gasped and tightened my grip on the headboard as he aligned my pussy with his mouth. His hot breath was back at my aching cove, and I was moaning before he even touched me.

When his lips glided over my now dripping, wet pussy, and his strong tongue caressed my clit, I gasped before releasing a strangled cry.

“Oh my God!”

I’d never had my pussy eaten in this position, but it was proving to be highly effective. The scruffiness of his beard, the warm softness of his lips, and the firm slippery strokes of his tongue sparked a unique brand of pleasure that he should consider patenting. I relished every stroke of his magnificent tongue when he licked the inner and outer edges of my lips and proceeded to shove his strong tongue over my clit before sliding it inside me.

My harsh breathing was only a step down from hyperventilating. My moaning cries mixed with the smacking of his lips and the slurps of his hungry mouth. Aaron was eating me like I was the first meal he’d had in months.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he commented before he went right back to feasting on me. Hearing his admission only made me hotter and my juices flow faster.

I was literally melting on his tongue. My body was in the throes of the most delightful haze of pleasure I’d ever experienced. My bent knees rested over Aaron’s shoulders, but he supported most of my weight by controlling the grip he had on my thighs. It had only been minutes, and I was already about to explode all over his face. My body had a mind of its own, dancing against his face as I thrust my pussy at his mouth.

My moans were a mixture of heaving breaths and strangled cries. “Shit. Oh God!” I gripped the varnished dark wood of his headboard so tight that it was a wonder I hadn’t gotten a splinter. When my body began to tremble, I slammed my eyes shut and let his impressive tongue flick me over the edge.

The orgasm wrecked me, causing me to fall into a boneless heap over the headboard as I continued to shiver and thrust.

Aaron didn’t give me time to recover. My body continued to shake from the effects of my orgasm while he eased me down. He laid me out in front of him, on my back, as I continued to struggle to get air into my lungs.

He ripped off one of the condoms from the package and rolled it over his dick so fast you’d have thought he was being timed. He kneeled before me, gripping my hips and tugging me so that my inner thighs met the outside of his.

I noticed he hadn’t bent over me, likely wanting to see his dick going into me. Fuck, if I didn’t want to see it too. He sat the tip of his dick at my soaking, wet slit and gave me a quick glance before he shoved past my quivering wet folds.

The action made my body drop into the mattress as my eyes slammed shut. His thrust was forceful, delivering a sweet pain I didn’t mind. He moved at a lingering pace to open me. The pressure and the pleasure it sparked and the lusty ache he delivered made me want all of him inside.

My head shot up to get a look when he pulled all the way back out.

The way his eyes made love to my body, the way his muscles bulged and rippled under his skin, the way his taut warm skin felt sliding under my fingers, it all enticed me, swayed me into submission, letting me know that I’d been starving for this when I didn’t even know I was hungry for it.

Soon afterwards, he shoved his dick back in. This time, most of it slid into my wet, tight pussy. I was so deep under Aaron’s spell that I didn’t care how long it took or how hard he fucked me. I intended to lay there and take it all.

He repeated his thrust with faster movements, now, sliding in and all the way out over and over. Our mingled heavy breathing and the mattress screaming under our dancing weight made a chorus of sound that echoed throughout the room.

Aaron growled between gritted teeth and heaving breaths. “Your fucking sweet pussy is better than I imagined.”

He slammed into me this time, burying every inch inside of me, which was something I didn’t think possible. “Shit. Your pussy is so fucking good,” he whispered with clenched eyes as his nails dug deeper into my hips with every hard thrust.

I was stunned by the shock of his powerful thrust and the unbelievable fact that he’d gotten all that dick inside me without ruining something. And I’d be damned if his dick wasn’t the best thing I’d ever felt.

He had a reach that stroked areas I didn’t even know could be stroked. My cries tore from my throat as I gripped the sheets one second and his back the next. I was sure that I’d left some marks on him. He had me losing my damn mind.

Thrusting into me with hard sure strokes, he’d reached clean to the back of my pussy. The ache of my second orgasm made me scream, “Aaron, you’re fucking me so good! Please don’t stop!” I begged for it, shouting my desperate pleas into the sexually charged air we had created.

The orgasm hit like a series of detonated explosives that took my mind and body on an adventure. Aaron rocked my body with enough force that I swore I’d fallen clean through to the other side of life. He made me see rainbows and unicorns and experience the kind of ecstasy that had the power to possess one’s soul.

Aaron cheered me on. “That’s right, baby, cum all over this dick.”

He heaved a few desperate breaths before he spoke again. I continued to cum, my pussy clenching and pulsing around his dick as if it were holding on for dear life.

“Fuck! So fucking good…so fucking…”

Aaron’s loud roar sounded as his dick thundered inside me. His body jerked as his dick spewed his hot cum into the condom, pulsing inside me with enough pressure to bring on another orgasm. I couldn’t say anything. My mouth was stuck wide open as I let the sensations take me.

After a few minutes of us lying there in the aftermath of the most explosive sex I’d ever had, Aaron finally pulled out of me. My body shook at his exit, and I immediately missed him being inside me as he got up and went into the bathroom.

Splayed out over his bed, I was too weak to push my satisfied body up. That was not at all what I’d expected. After I managed to lift and place my shaky fingers over my warm face, all I could think was, Fuck, I think I’m hooked.

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Aaron – Day 19

After I threw the condom in the toilet and flushed it, I washed my dick off with a wet towel. I took a few deep breaths before I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I washed my hands before slapping cold water on my hot face that had turned three shades of red.

“What in the fuck have you done, Aaron? You know you’re in trouble, right?”

I shook my head at my reflection, knowing I’d opened a box that was going to be a motherfucker to close. In a way, I understood why my father didn’t want me fucking Megan. One hit was all it had taken and I had become a fucking addict with the first stroke.

I’d had the most explosive sex of my life with the one woman I’d been forbidden to touch. It had been drilled into my head my entire life that I was to never fuck a black woman. I’d assumed it was because my family was a bunch of racist assholes, but now I was starting to think that there were ulterior motives behind their rules.

It had been drilled into my head never to do drugs because of the damage they could do to your mind and body. Yet, I feared I’d just introduced myself to one of the most addictive drugs that existed. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it because all I wanted at this moment was to go back into my bedroom and fuck Megan again and again and a fucking ‘gain.

When I gathered my thoughts enough to walk back into the room, I found Megan putting her clothes back on. I stood over her, shaking my head as the cool air from the vent above rained over my hot body. My dick was becoming harder from the sight of her.

“You may as well take that shit back off,” I told her. “We are not done.”

Megan didn’t even protest or ask any questions. She knew our shit together was good because she proceeded to take her clothes right back off.

This time when I made her face the headboard, I fucked her from behind, and I’ll be damned if this time didn’t wreck my fucking mind as good as the first time.

Like the crazed addict I’d become, I alternated between eating Megan’s pussy and fucking her. I squeezed three more rounds out of her before she told me, “I think my pussy is too sore to go again.”