Club Property: Adults Only Motorcycle Club Romance: Roadrunners MC Read Free

fantasy. She quickened the pace of her hand to drive her fingers deep as she carried on groping her tits and the hot flood of bliss took all her attention. The urge for more drove her on to fuck her pussy with rapid, forceful jabs and she slid her other hand down her body to get it to her clit.
     
    It was the touch she needed to tip her over the edge, and her head cracked on the wall once more as her body went rigid. The tension grew for just a split second before it broke to an orgasm that lit up between her thighs. She let out a loud groan as writhing convulsions ravaged her body and left her wriggling around in delight on the floor of the shower. It was a struggle to catch her breath, and that wasn’t helped by the water streaming over her face when she turned it up to the cascade.
     
    The fire burned through her to make her pussy tighten around the stiff penetration of her fingers, and she held them deep as she rode the wave of ecstasy all the way up to the top. Her body arched away from the wall as her muscles stiffened in the final flourish of enjoyment before she collapsed down and tried to recover her senses. She forced herself to shuffle out from under the jets of water and sat trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
     
    “Good going, Carrie,” she berated herself. “That’s just what you need to forget all about Carl McCallister.”
     
    She remained sitting on the soaked floor of the cubicle until the power returned to her legs before hauling herself to her feet. Grabbing the bottle of shower cream, she quickly washed herself then switched off the water and got out of the shower.
     
    “Shit,” she cursed when she realized she didn’t have a towel to hand.
     
    She tried to shake off some of the water dripping down her naked body, but still left a wet trail across the floor when she walked through to her bedroom. When she got a towel from the wardrobe, she dried herself with it then wrapped it around her upper chest. She went to her bed to lie down afterwards and closed her eyes as she tried to relax. It proved impossible though as Darlene’s words relentlessly played on her mind.
     
    “It isn’t over,” she let out quietly then shook her head as another thought came to her. “It never even began.”
     
    Sitting up and dropping her feet to the floor, she got up and went to get a nightdress to wear. She then walked across to the desk with her tablet computer on it. Sitting on the chair, she swiped her finger across the screen to bring it to life and typed in the password to get started.
     
    “How do I go about finding someone?” she mused to herself.
     
    As it turned out, it wasn’t that difficult and she was amazed at the plethora of free websites she found that could be used to track down friends and family. Her teenage obsession with Carl meant she knew as much about him as anybody, and she began entering his details in the search engines of the websites. An hour later she’d found three instances of the same address for him in San Francisco. She knew it was where he was from originally, so that didn’t surprise her. She wrote the address down then sat at her desk staring at it. Her concern was that he might have moved on, but she tried to convince herself that what she was looking at was where she would find the man she couldn’t get out of her mind.
     
    “Are you going to do it?” she challenged herself.
     
    Answering yes to that question proved more difficult than she imagined, and she came up with plenty of reasons why it was foolish to go through with the idea playing out in her head. She went to bed to weigh up the pros and cons of actually making a trip to San Francisco and was still mulling it over when she fell asleep. It was the first thing on her mind when she woke up the following morning, and she gradually moved closer to making a decision as she prepared herself for another day at college.
     
    “I found out where he lives.”
     
    The expression on Darlene’s face