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 scaredas 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.