SLAM HER(33)

My hands slid up her shirt and over her tits. I squeezed her. She arched her back, letting my fingers climb behind her and unsnap her bra. My hands came back around and felt her bare skin.

“Fuck, babe,” I growled.

Her tits were amazing. Exact handfuls for me, which was saying something. I traced lines around her nipples, flirting with her as I ran my thumbs back and forth, making her jump. I pressed my strong chest against her body, between her legs, feeling her wetness against me.

“Slam… I’ve…” Her lips were quivering.

“It’s okay, babe,” I said.

“No. You don’t get it. I’ve never…”

I grinned as she was about to admit that she hadn’t been f*cked before.

Before she could tell me, I lifted my hands and took her shirt off.

Now she was completely naked.

Suddenly, she became the greatest temptation I had ever faced. I slowly stood up and realized what I was up against. It wasn’t me versus the world. It wasn’t me versus the Reap’s enemies. Shit, it wasn’t even me versus Belle and her beautiful *.

It was me versus myself. My f*cking heart.

“Shit,” I said.

“What’s wrong?” Belle asked.

I bent over and planted a kiss right to her chest. I crept over to her left breast and rolled her hard nipple between my teeth. I pulled, taking her nipple with me until she sucked in a breath and whimpered in pain.

My mouth then quickly opened and I pulled away. I looked at her. I f*cking stared right at her. Goddammit, we were both naked. I didn’t do the staring thing.

But Belle’s eyes… her story…

I started to inch down like I wanted to kiss her. But I had to stop that shit. I couldn’t go any deeper with Belle unless it was my cock ripping her apart.

So I did the next best thing.

I grabbed her and turned her to her side.

She let out a cry and I grabbed my cock with one hand.

I wasn’t done with Belle yet…





twenty-one



(belle)



NOW



I grabbed the sheets on the bed and looked back. Slam looked bigger than ever. The muscles of his body were impossibly chiseled. His chest looked a mile wide with perfect cuts down and around his pecs. Where his chest ended was right where his stomach muscles began. He had the V cut lines that pointed straight to the biggest dick I’d ever seen in my life. Yeah, I had touched it. Yeah, I had managed to get some of it into my mouth. But to think about that thing going inside me?

My body started to shake and tense.

The truth was that if Slam came at me with his cock I wouldn’t have told him to stop. I was ready for him. I would find a way to take him, no matter how much it hurt. He was the one worth giving it up to, whether he cared about it or not.

“Slam,” I whispered. “Please, Slam…”

I just wanted to tell him. Just in case. Of what? I wasn’t sure.

Slam put his right hand to my right ass cheek and pressed. His other hand grabbed my leg and lifted it up.

“Bend your knee, babe,” he said. “And open your legs for me.”

I did as Slam said. He was my commander. I had never experienced such violent orgasms in my life like I did with him. Not to mention…. two times in a row? That had never happened before. My stomach was tight like I had done an ab workout. I didn’t think I had any wetness left.

Right up until Slam slipped his hand to my inner thigh and gently grazed my *. He had the magic touch and knew how to make me wet. Just his fingertips rubbing between my legs made me thrust and groan.

Slam then dropped down to his knees again. I let out a gasp as he quickly came forward, eating me again. I was not expecting that at all, especially at the angle I was at. Sideways on the bed with my right leg lifted up. His left hand grabbed my ass tight and his right hand touched my lower belly. I was in Slam’s vise and he wasn’t going to let me go.

“Oh, f*ck,” I said. “Slam… f*ck…”

The tip of his tongue sliced at me, cutting up and down. He then pressed all of his tongue against my clit, moving left to right. The pulses of electricity that went through my body were intense. I felt my breasts tingling, my nipples almost painfully hard. It was like everything was somehow connected. I reached down and grabbed my right knee, holding tight, rocking at Slam’s mouth. I had never felt so empowered yet submitted at the exact same time.

I looked down and watched him work at me. That alone was enough to make me want to come again. But then he looked up at me. Those dark and evil eyes. The eyes of a villain. A bad guy. A man who had done bad things his entire life. A man who was doing bad things to me right then but those bad things felt so f*cking good.

Slam took his mouth away and showed me his tongue. He then licked me, his eyes locked to mine. Impossibly slow licks, nothing but teasing me. But it was working. Oh, shit, it was working.

“Be ready,” he whispered to me as his hot breath touched my *. “I’m not stopping until you come again.”

That was my only warning.

Slam attached his mouth between my legs again and I was in for another wild ride. He engulfed me, sucking against my soaked labia, his tongue knowing exactly how to touch a woman’s clit. Some men treated it like something they were afraid to lick while others used the tip of their tongue like it was a pen… but Slam used his entire tongue against my clit.