M.N.Forgy

I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. Half the time I'm out of my mind and feel as if my life isn't even mine. Being diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate description of myself.
Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.
Him.
In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

There's no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.

Free Ride is created by M.N.Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Free Ride

Her lips a perfect match to mine, my hands pull her dainty dress over her head and throw it in the corner with reckless abandon. She wraps her legs around my waist and her lips eagerly kissing all over my neck. One of her hands slides along the wooden floor guiding her back to the floor, the other pulling me on top of her.


Her body is rushing with adrenaline and need. The rush to fuck and feel something rather than face what just happened her only mission. 


My jeans a little loose, I shove them down to my ankles, and she tugs my briefs down far enough for my cock to spring free. It’s hard and throbbing. Veins protruding around it and the pulsing sensation is so intense I’m ready to tear into her sweet pussy. I don’t give a fuck if the wife tied to the chair is watching and there’s a dead guy, feet away from us.


Spreading her legs her sweet wet drips, ready for me. 


Chapter 37