Page 39 of Twisted Hearts

22Aaron

The aromaof the delicious dish Megan was preparing greeted me when I strolled through my living room door. Nothing about the woman made sense. Looking at her, you didn’t see a killer or a cook or even a sexy vixen. But she was all three and then some.

A tasty meal and all the good sex you could stand—what more does a man need?

When I pushed the kitchen door open, Megan was standing over a pot, stirring something I knew would be delicious. Her purple ear buds blasted tunes into her ears. Her bare feet glided across my kitchen floor, and all she wore was one of my white wife beaters. When she bent over the sink to place something inside, the shirt crept up and flashed a set of purple panties draped over the nicest, firmest ass I’d ever caressed.

My mind was at ease again, seeing her return to her old self after she’d mentally shut down on me. I’d never seen anyone like that in my life.

After I crept up behind her, my eager lips floated over her warm neck and my hand slid around her slim waist. She leaned her head back against my chest, keeping the ear buds in. I could hear the vocal crooning of Sia buzzing in her ears.

My hand slinked down the T-shirt to fondle her curves. After lifting the tail end of the shirt, my hand slinked down into her cute little purple panties.

She never stopped me when I took what I wanted, so I was free to let my hand slide lower until my fingers parted her lips. “Fuck!” fell from my mouth at the realization that she was already wet. I let my middle finger circle her clit a few times before dipping my finger into her wet opening. A cute whining whimper left her mouth before her body folded over my arm. I worked my finger in and out of her, making her slicker and slippery wet with every stroke.

With my big hand planted in the center of her back, I readjusted our positions and bent her over the sink. I couldn’t wait until after dinner. I had to have some now. As far as I could recall, I’d ripped at least three pairs of her underwear. Since I liked the silky ones she wore now, I slipped them to the side after I freed my dick, which had been hard during my drive home while I was thinking about her.

With the music continuing to blare in her ears, I used my feet, shoving them against the inside of hers to spread her legs wider. Her body fell further over the sink as my hand slipped back into the front of her panties. When my dick was lined up just right with her warm, sopping wet entry, I plunged into her with one long, hard stroke that didn’t stop until I couldn’t push any further.

My finger circled her clit from the front while I started thrusting slowly from the back. My grunts competed with the blare of the ear buds in her ear as my harsh breaths swept through the air and picked up some of her fluffy curls.

Each deep breath I took swept up my nose and mouth, raced down my chest, and filled my lungs with the floral fragrance emanating from her hair and soft skin. My anxious fingers gripped her shoulder and tilted her back to ensure she was arched just right.

I drove my dick in harder while grinding the thrust once it was in all the way. My God, this woman had a treasure trove of pleasure hidden between her thighs. She had me so addicted to her sex that I’d become a fucking sex fiend, peeking around every corner looking for my next hit.

My father had been right about one thing; I was whipped, but not in the way he assumed. It was not just her pussy that had taken me prisoner, it was her—the whole package. Both my heads were gone, and I feared I’d reached the point of no return.

Eventually, I was going to have to let Megan get back to her life, but right now, I couldn’t. I couldn’t get enough. She wasn’t stingy with the sex either. If I fucked her five, six, seven times in a day, she’d still be ready. Her sexual appetite was as ferocious as mine.

The ear buds continued to blast as long moans escaped her lips and mixed with the lively sound of the music.

After only minutes, I was already starting to get that tingle all over my body. If I didn’t control myself, I was going to lose it, and I didn’t want this to end. I wanted it to last, so I slowed my pace, giving her those long dick strokes. Pulling all the way out so that the head was at her opening, and then sinking into her, my loud groans mixed with her moans.

I was fading into a haze, losing it again when I heard her small hand slap against the counter before she yelled my name followed by a slew of elongated curse words and hisses. “Aaron!” She was close. Her body trembled against mine, fighting what was inevitable. When she started pushing her ass back against my dick, I knew she was on the brink of losing herself to the breathtaking rush of her orgasm.

It never failed, if she came, the tightening of her silky walls around my dick was guaranteed to drive me over the edge too. God, she was so fucking wet and tight. Her shit was always snug no matter how hard or how often I fucked her.

“Cum, Megan, please. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. Your pussy… Fuck! It’s so fucking good.”

Then, like the good little vixen she was and without hearing me over the music, she came. She came hard, all over my dick. Her pussy massaged my dick into oblivion and drove me stark raving mad in the process. The sensation bowed my back as if I’d been struck by an unseen force of nature. Finally, I let go with a loud throat-scratching roar and fell against her back, still pumping into her.

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After some ofthat better-than-drugs kind of sex, it was dinner and a movie. I was not much for watching anything but sports, but if Megan wanted to watch a movie, I’d sit and pretend to watch it along with her.

What I was doing was resting and storing up my energy for the next round. I’d seen enough of the beginning of the movie to remember who was starring in it, a little of the middle revealed who had gotten killed. Before the credits rolled, I’d watched the sappy ending.

Taking hold of one of Megan’s feet, I started massaging it. “That was good,” I stated, referring to the movie and not doing a good job of sounding convincing. She smiled at my unenthusiastic comment but didn’t say anything.

Her mind had drifted, and her eyes told the story she hadn’t yet revealed to me fully. There were times when her eyes would go empty like her body was with me but her mind had crept into the darkness and lingered there. I knew that darkness well enough to know that if you let it take you enough, there wouldn’t be much of you left.

Although Megan appeared to be mentally drained after telling me the horror she’d lived through in her younger years, there was still something missing. Of all the information that I’d gathered from Megan’s past when I was tracking her, after talking to the cigarette-smoking tit flasher, her friends from her old neighborhood that she thought I’d killed, and after Megan told me her story herself, I sensed something was still off with her.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” she announced before springing from the couch. It almost seemed she’d sensed what I was thinking.

I’d fallen into deep thought, but it didn’t stop me from watching her ass while she walked away. This woman was going to be the death of me if I didn’t watch myself.

Every time she uttered a word about leaving me, I’d make up any excuse to convince her to stay. “One more day. Your mind needs to rest,” I’d plead, and she’d give in, but I could tell that something was bothering her. She was still running from something, but what?

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