3Megan
I couldn’t stop licking my parted lips or stop my nails from clawing into Aaron’s back. “So fucking good.” I chanted dirty words at him, but he was a man that didn’t need any encouragement. The man could fuck so good that I was prepared to drop my panties anytime he wanted it. It didn’t matter if I was eating, or sleeping or cleaning. I’d stop whatever the hell I was doing and let him take me any way he wanted it.
“Shit, baby, you’re fucking me so damn good. You’re going to make me cum.”
And that was exactly what I was about to do. Every time he sank into me, he brushed past my G-spot and reached as far as he could go inside my pussy, stroking an untapped desire; a mixture of pain and pleasure that drove me clean out of my fucking mind. Jesus, his dick was so big and delicious. Aaron had the biggest dick I’d ever seen in person, and he knew how to use it masterfully.
I’d never experienced anything like it and I couldn’t get enough. One of my legs was wrapped around his back. The other leg was raised high in the air as his strong hand gripped and pushed against the back of my ankle.
He slowed up the forceful pounding and started the grinding thrust that left him planted deep inside me. God, he was massaging every pleasure zone inside me, making my body bend and fold and flex to his every movement. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything but scream for him to keep fucking me.
Finally, when I believed my heart was about to burst, an orgasm ripped through me with the force of a hurricane. Stars started to sparkle as they fell and rained down pleasure all over me.
My mattress danced under my startled body as I sprang up with a start. My harsh breaths got away from me as my hand bobbed atop my heaving chest. I kicked angrily at my covers, pushing them away from my legs, upset that my pleasure wasn’t real. The steady flow of cool air coming from the vent above my bed did nothing to cool my hot body.
I’d had another one of those pussy-wetting dreams about Aaron, the unforgettable man I’d been sleeping with, but had no other choice but to walk away from. In the two weeks that I’d spent with him, we’d slept together so many times I’d lost count.
He’d lured my body into every position imaginable. Had coaxed countless orgasms out of me. Had encouraged me to embrace my sexual appetite, one that I wasn’t aware I possessed. With him, I had thrown my insecurities out the window and enjoyed our time together.
Aaron had given me the best sexual experiences I’d ever had in my life. Now, I craved him. My body ached for him. I longed to feel him possess me like only he could. I was convinced that no one would ever be able to do to me what Aaron had done. No one else would ever measure up. No other man would ever be able to fill me up to near bursting with not only pleasure but strong hard dick.
It had been weeks since I’d gathered the strength and left Aaron, one of the sexiest and finest men I’d ever come across.
The man should put a patent on techniques for fucking because he’d turned me out. His tall, medium frame was built of pure sin and seduction. His tight abs, his sensuous lips, his dark blond hair, his piecing blue eyes, and his collection of tattoos was nothing short of a modern marvel. The man had enough in his sex arsenal to stop any woman in her tracks.
Before meeting Aaron, I’d never been into sex other than to satisfy my urge when I’d gotten one. Before him, I could literally go months without so much as a twinge of desire awakening within me. Now, weeks without him had me twitchy like a fucking addict.
Frantic hands, contorted face, legs jumping, I was a body-aching mess. I was the worst kind of addict and I feared Aaron was the only one that could give me what I needed. I had done endless miles of running over the last few weeks in a failed attempt to get Aaron off my mind. If I kept up my pace, I was going to end up blowing out my fucking knees.
I forced myself to roll out of bed so I could take another in a line of cold showers. Like all the other dreams I’d had about Aaron, this one had left my pussy soaking wet, and I’d be forced to finish myself off with my fingers. Masturbation got the job done, but it didn’t come close to satisfying me the way Aaron could.
After a quick cold shower at three in the damn morning, I sat at my laptop and began to work on my latest manuscript. Beyond the mask of decency and benevolence I stayed hidden behind, I showed the world the dark side that lurked within me through my books, a twisted part of me that I have managed to keep well hidden. A part of me I had yet to understand. A part that scared the shit out of me as much as it excited me.
Aaron was one of a few people who I’d revealed a part of my darkness to. Infiltrating one of Florida’s most dangerous motorcycle clubs was an idea that I’d been considering for months after I’d moved to the area. But, if I was going to pull off something that dangerous and crazy and live to tell about it, I had to plan well.
Even with my planning, I’d never expected to get into the MC the way I had. I’d veered so far off my original course that I had to adopt a new one. Who would have ever thought that the August Knights would take me in, allow me to work for them, and allow me anywhere near the inner workings of their club? I’d even been put in a position where I’d ended up with a gun in my hands twice and had pulled the trigger twice.
Of all the obstacles I’d faced while working for the August Knights, nothing had impacted me the way Aaron had. I missed him so badly that I’d been tempted to do something as stupid as veer off plan and visit him again.
But, however strong my urges were for him, returning to him was one thing I knew I couldn’t do. I could never go back. If Aaron found out I’d used him and his MC and the true reason why, I was sure that he would kill me. Knowing what I knew about him and how he operated, killing me was a certainty.
The idea of Aaron looking for me had crossed my mind, but even if he searched for me, I’d put a few measures in place to keep myself hidden. He had no idea I was about four hundred miles away from him, right under his nose in South Florida.
I dropped my ever-running thoughts of Aaron and proceeded to write the third installment of my Motorcycle Club series. The information I’d gathered while with Aaron’s MC had given me ideas, insight, and so much material that I had enough for a seven-book series.
If the MC were to ever find out I’d used them, they would definitely send Aaron to kill me. The way I saw it, I’d done what any good investigative journalist would do. Sometimes, you had to go into the belly of the beast to get the answers you needed and the ideas that gave you the edge over your adversaries.
I was willing to do things that many others weren’t willing to do. I was willing to take risks that some would never consider. If I didn’t put myself out there, I’d lose my edge, and losing my edge could mean death to someone in my situation. Losing my edge could mean death for someone with my jagged, dark past…a past that never stopped lurking. One that I knew would never stop hunting me.