“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 threwthe 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.”