by Keta Kendric
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.
* * *
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 somethi
ng. 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.
* * *
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.”
Chapter 12
Aaron - Day 20
My eight-hour shift at work had flown by in a blur. I had received funny looks from my men when I volunteered to do some of the tedious shit they hated doing like filing and making rounds by foot.
There was lots of fucking energy coursing through me, and I was so light on my feet that I had to force myself to relax before the men figured out what kind of fucking drug I was on—Megan.
Megan had me out of character, giddy, and smiling for no fucking reason. Since I rarely smiled, the men stared at me with concern, likely thinking I’d lost my natural mind.
I could hardly wait to get off work so I could get another hit. I hoped Megan’s soreness had dwindled because I needed more. The idea of more sex with her made me anxious as fuck.
When I made it home that evening, my father was sitting in my living room with a plate of Megan’s food in his hands. I wanted to kick his ass out of my house so I could have what I’d been craving all day. Instead, I poured my energy into keeping my cool as my drug of choice stepped into the living room. She handed my father a glass of lemonade and turned to me.
“Are you ready to eat?”
Fuck yes. I’m ready to eat you.
I nodded my head without looking up at her. She walked away without another word.
My father eyeballed me like he knew something was up. “How are things going with her? I see she’s cleaned this place from top to bottom. She ain’t a lazy bitch. I can tell you that much,” he commented before he fell quiet for a moment and continued eating.
I remained silent, watching him eat.
“I came to talk to you about your punk-ass cousin. He didn’t have your money. I was tempted to kick his ass myself, but I found out he used the money to pay for some medical procedure for his mother. It’s why he’s been coming up short recently. I confirmed it, and apparently, his mother has some type of blood disorder. He attempted to do the right thing by covering her medical expenses. Long story short, he doesn’t have the rest of your money. The only thing I can suggest is you hang on to Macon for another week, which will take her nearly to the end of her month. She could be yours until Jake is in the clear or can give you the balance of what you think he owes you.”
You have no fucking idea. I’ve already been paid in full.
My father raised an eyebrow like he’d heard my thoughts. I really didn’t need the money my cousin owed me, but I’d been trying for years to get him to be more responsible in the way he handled business.
I shifted in my seat when Megan walked in with my plate. My gaze remained on the plate she handed me, but when my hand slid over hers, the plate wobbled and nearly toppled to the floor. I took a quick glance at my father to see if he’d noticed my fumble, but Shark was too busy eating to notice me fail to hide my weakness over my living addiction. I glanced up at Megan who held her shit together like nothing had happened between us.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she voiced in the low tone she always spoke in before handing me the glass of lemonade. The only time she’d broken away from that soft church-lady tone of hers was when I was fucking her.
My father’s gaze was on Megan’s ass as she walked away, and I didn’t like that shit one bit. My forehead creased. I knew I had no damn reason to be possessive, but I was nevertheless. Why? Why the fuck would I be possessive over any woman? What the fuck was going on with me?
My father eyed me once more, his gaze boring into me.
“What do you think? Keep Mellissa for another week until Jake gets you your money? She’s probably safer out here with you anyway. It was only a matter of time before I’d have to beat the hell out of one of the club members for trying to fuck her. I mean, I’ve got my issues with black people, but that one… She’ll make you forget the rules.”
My ears perked. My father’s admission made me curious to know more about those two weeks Megan had spent at the club. He pointed h
is crooked thumb towards my kitchen.
“The first few days, I thought I was going to have to tell her to get the hell on and find another way to pay off her sister’s debt. Her presence had unsettled the delicate balance we fight to maintain. But after she picked up that damn gun and proved herself, the entire vibe changed. Believe it or not, a few of the guys have been asking for her, telling me they miss her cooking and shit.”
I forked a hardy helping of Megan’s shrimp pasta mix into my mouth. There was one thing I knew for sure. If a club member had fucked Megan, they’d be at my door right now attempting to kidnap her ass. And, what was up with my father calling her every name but Megan? The shit was weird, but pointing it out to my father would only agitate him.
I nodded my head at my father’s suggestion that Megan stay with me. “Yeah, that will be fine. She can stay here.”
Now, will you go the hell away from here so I can fuck her?
* * *
Megan – Day 20
I finished my meal but remained sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Shark to leave. I couldn’t help wondering if Aaron and I were going to do it again. I had never had sex that many times in one night before and I damn sure had never cum that many times in one night. I didn’t even know it was possible.
Was it bad of me to want him to fuck—as Aaron would say—me again?
I had loved my dearly departed husband, God rest his soul, but he was always delicate with me during sex. He acted as if he would break me or something. Aaron was rough and hard and intoxicating. He drove my body to its limits and pounded into me so hard and good. It was like he demanded my enjoyment of his sex.
The way he looked and even the way he smelled turned me on. Aaron didn’t bother wearing cologne although he had several bottles in his bathroom. Remnants of the soap, shampoo, and the deodorant he used along with his natural, intoxicating male scent were more than enough to lure my senses in and draw me to him with ease.
