SLAM HER(32)

“I want you stripped from the waist down right now,” I told her.

Belle leaned back and touched her pants. I watched as she took her pants off, so f*cking slow. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to be seductive or if she was just that nervous. Either way, I didn’t have forever to wait around.

I grabbed her pants when they were at her ankles and I tore them off. I then dropped down to the floor and grabbed the back of her legs, lifting them up to my shoulders. She let out a hopeless cry and grabbed for me. I quickly buried my face into her soft panties, smelling her sweet scent fill my nose. Goddammit, she wasn’t wearing some lacy thong or something fancy. They were f*cking cotton panties. Something a f*cking virgin would wear. A woman unsure of what her body had to offer.

I rubbed my nose against her and felt her body jerking already. A wet spot easily formed on her panties and I looked up at her, realizing she was already on the edge of orgasm.

“Fuck, babe, you’re about to come already,” I said.

“Yes,” she said and bit her lip. She then nodded, her eyes pleading with me to finish her off.

My hands eased up the back of her legs to her ass. I stopped at the top of her panties and pulled at them. She lifted up and let me slide them down her legs and off. The second I saw her bare * (finally) I gritted my teeth so hard they felt like they were going to shatter.

Her labia were like delicate flower petals, fresh with morning dew, awaiting the adventure of a new day. I was the f*cking tornado about to wreak havoc on that flower, its nectar, and those petals. Her * lips hugged each other tight, almost shivering as I approached her.

My hands dug under and into her ass, propping her up, getting her ready.

I had plenty to take care of, but first, Belle needed to come.

My tongue barely touched her labia when she bucked her hips at me and cried out.

“Easy, babe,” I whispered.

I brought my right hand between her legs and took my thumb, pressing it to the bottom of her *. I made a straight line up, splitting her labia open and hooking at her tender clit.

I barely pressed at her clit when Belle lost it for the first time.

Her hands grabbed the sheets as she thrust forward, her head dropping back, letting out a long groan. I eased my thumb down to her hole and felt her pulsing, a fresh warmth spilling from between her legs. I started to make circles, splashing at the wild wetness right before me.

My mouth was suddenly dry and there was plenty to drink.

As soon as I licked her cum, my tongue darting at her tight hole, Belle let out another wild cry. Her body jerked to the right and I quickly held her in place. It was obvious she was used to half-hearted orgasms.

No more, babe. Not with Slam.

I licked her bottom to top, the tip of my tongue flirting with her sensitive clit. I placed my mouth over her * and started to suck, pulling out all the honey I could get. My tongue then went flat and worked up and down. Shit, I was merely playing with her at that point… but her ass was a good six inches off the bed. Her legs over my shoulders, heels digging into my back.

I sucked hard, pulling away to keep making a wet smacking sound, showing her how delicious she was, making sure she knew her f*cking wetness was not going to go to waste.

She then started to grind against me. Rubbing her * and clit to the movement of my tongue.

“Yes, babe,” I managed to growl in between licks. “Don’t stop now…”

She groaned over and over. She reached for me, grabbing at my head. I stared up her body and watched as she forced herself to look down at me. The look on her face was like she was about to cry. She crunched forward her hips wiggling faster and harder by the second.

She was about to come again… and I could tell she had never experienced two orgasms so close to one another.

I could have eased up just a little and let her body work into that second orgasm. But I decided to teach her a thing or two about running with an outlaw like me. Plus, a woman as beautiful as Belle deserved to be treated the right way. That included being protected in the world and being treated the right way in the bedroom. On the outside she would be my princess, yes, but with my tongue buried between her legs, devouring her clit like it was the last piece of candy I’d ever eat, that’s when Belle became my personal slut.

She had both hands at my head, digging at my hair. Her body learned how to perfectly rock itself. Her screams were finally free, feral like, as she lost all control.

I licked up as she started to come and felt the warm gush of her cum. It was like reaching the warm center of my favorite piece of candy. And I made damn sure to take all that sweetness.

Belle’s ass bounced off the bed and back up as her body wrestled against the intense pleasure. Each time her ass hit the bed, she’d let out a cry and a scream. My hands settled at her hips and even after she came down from her high, I was still eating her. This time, however, I was going slow. I licked a few more times, bottom to top, my tongue memorizing her *.

I suckled at her clit one last time and pulled away with a wet pop sound. I kissed her sweet mound and crept up to her belly button.

My cock was raging hard. I was like a f*cking steel pole and ready to f*ck.

But then Belle looked down at me again. She was in complete shock and I could tell she was worried about what else I had in mind. In those pretty blue eyes was a real woman and a story that went about as deep as mine. She wasn’t just some innocent good girl that had been given an easy life. Fuck, it was the opposite of that. Her standing virginity was a sense of punishment almost and I didn’t need her to admit that to me. It was all over her face.