Page 40 of Twisted Hearts

What could have possibly been worse than a serial rapist and serial-killing foster father who’d not only raped her but had influenced her, an underage girl, to participate in his vicious slayings and had somehow convinced her that it was her fault? I needed to find out what other secrets Megan was running from. If there was more to the story of what had happened to her in Texas, it couldn’t have been good.

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I floatedsomeplace between this world and the next. I could hear myself moan, but my senses hadn’t fully committed to being awake yet. My eyes snapped open, and the view of my bedroom ceiling filled my vision.

When I dropped my gaze lower, the view of Megan’s hot wet mouth sliding over the swollen head of my dick made my body shiver, and my breath got caught in my throat.

When her full, supple lips spread to accommodate my dick and allowed it to slide deeper into her warm mouth, I stopped my hissing breaths so that I could allow the pleasure to sink into me uninterrupted.

What a fucking way to wake up. This woman… If angels or demons decided to come and drag my soul to heaven or hell right now, I’d die a happy man.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby,” I encouraged. The job she was doing on my dick was so good that I had to stop drool from drizzling out of my mouth. I chased every breath that rushed out of me and feared I’d lost control of my left leg.

The leg dangled over the edge of the bed, and I was too overwhelmed to figure out if it had gone numb or if it was tingling under the influence of sex. I guess it was a good sign that there was still movement in it. My damn toes were pointed to the ceiling, and if I didn’t move them sometime soon, they’d probably end up stuck like that.

The feeling of her fondling my balls as she jiggled them, while simultaneously sending my dick sliding to the back of her throat, amplified my high. I was losing my fucking mind. How she kept her mouth so wet with moisture, I had no idea. My eyes rolled to the top of my head, and like my stuck toes, I couldn’t bring them down.

“Does that feel good?” Her warm breath vibrated over my dick. Her smooth voice was the only thing that brought me out of my trance. She had no idea that her question had likely saved me from becoming cross-eyed and saved my damn toes from breaking off.

“Fuck, yes. It feels like fucking magic. Don’t stop,” I answered, my voice so heavy with lust, it didn’t sound like my own.

Although my fingers sank into her curls, I didn’t nudge her head down on my dick like I’d done with so many other women. She was doing such a good job on her own, she didn’t need my assistance.

At times, it seemed Megan knew my body better than I did. That first two weeks she’d spent with me when she was working for my MC, she’d told me that she was studying me because she wanted to remember me. It seemed like those lessons she’d given herself had paid off because she knew exactly how to ease my damn mind clean out of my head.

My fingers tangled in her hair, giving me something to keep me tethered to this world. Megan had me. She had me so good, I didn’t give one good goddamn how far removed she’d taken me from the world as I knew it.

I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even fucking scream to save myself. When my body started to tingle, and my damn soul acted like it wanted to uproot itself from my body, I couldn’t do shit but moan and cry out.

It was this overpowering stimulant that started my downward spiral straight into Megan’s world. She’d taken me and locked me down and didn’t even know it. I’d silently watched with a big-ass smile on my face as she threw away the fucking key so that I’d never escape.

Even if Megan didn’t know it, I did. She was it for me. I was done. I was never going to fuck any other woman if it wasn’t her. I wasn’t going to want any other touching me. Hell, I didn’t even want them looking at me.

When the smoke cleared, and I could wiggle my toes, open my eyes, and see straight again, it was her beautiful face smiling down at me.

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