SLAM HER(34)

As if it couldn’t get any crazier, I then felt his left hand make a move. One of his fingers slid between my ass cheeks. The tip of his finger slid down and around, touching my wetness, and then moved back up. He stopped right at my other hole. I let out a shuddering whimper. Nobody had ever gone there before. I had never even considered that area.

Slowly, Slam pressed, making small circles, starting to open my other hole. My entire body went into a state of shock for a few seconds. It gave way to a wild rush of intense pleasure. The harder I thrust my body at Slam’s mouth, the harder I felt pressure back there. But it worked… it all felt good. My inner thighs started to tremble again and I realized that Slam was going to make me come again.

The third time I came, it was as intense as the first. I lost my breath and felt the last little bit of my energy being pulsed out of my body. I throbbed hard between my legs, crunching my stomach tight, watching as Slam kept going at me. He knew when to lick harder, slower, faster, ease up completely, use his fingers, and then go right back into it.

As he slowed, my body lost even more energy. When he stopped devouring me, I was limp on the bed. When he let my leg go, I turned my lower back flat to the bed, showing him my ass. My * was still throbbing as I continued to spill all over the bed sheets. I bit my lip, waiting for the release to come, but it never really did. It was just a really good warm feeling that kept rolling throughout my entire body.

I looked back at Slam as he rose back up to his feet. His cock was still a mile long piece of steel that needed attention. I started to move my right hand, wanting to grab him. I would have done anything he wanted in that moment. He could have propped me up on my knees and stuffed his cock into my * and I would have loved every second of it. I had no energy and no strength for that though. Even sucking him…

My right hand lifted off the bed and Slam reached for it. He leaned forward and pinned my wrist down.

“No, babe,” he said. “This one’s all mine.”

My mouth fell open as I saw him take hold of his own dick. The veins in his hands were as thick as the veins along his shaft. He pumped his hand at me, once, twice, then he rolled his hand over the head of his cock, fisting it tight.

“Shit,” I managed to say.

“I’m going to come all over your f*cking ass, babe. I’m going to come all over your *. I’m going to paint you and claim you.”

The top half of my body was still turned. I reached up and cupped my right breast. I cupped under and started to squeeze, play, running my fingers across my nipples, one at a time.

Slam had his hand on my wrist still, holding me down.

He started to jerk himself, lowering his cock down to my ass. Gripping his thick root tight, he started to slap me with his dick. That steel rod hit with a smack! sound over and over, making me cry out.

Never in my life had I wanted someone inside me like I did Slam. And he wasn’t going to give it to me right then. That made it even hotter.

His hand started to pump harder, faster. Beads of sweat collected on his chest and trickled down. The look on his face told me he was actually enjoying this. As his hand scaled root to tip, I wondered how many pumps were left until he came. It was f*cking exciting.

Slam started to lean down even more. He took his hand from my wrist and he touched my face. Next thing I knew he was closing in on me. My lips quivered a second before he kissed me. His cock touched my ass again. I felt his hand pumping, touching me, his cock bouncing. He was so rough with himself as he moved faster. His tongue darted into my mouth, leaving me with a slight taste of myself.

Between my legs, my * ached to be touched again. To be f*cked. Really f*cked.

He kissed me as hard as his hand jerked his cock.

It was by far the absolute, hottest moment of my life. Nothing had compared to this moment. Ever. Not even close.

Slam stopped kissing me for a second, putting his forehead to mine.

“Holy f*ck,” I whispered. “Slam…”

“Babe, my balls are so tight. I’m almost there. I’m going to f*cking smother you with my cum. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Louder, babe.”

“Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck! Yes!”

Slam kissed me again. Harder than before. I felt his body thrusting. His balls gently tapped against my thigh. He groaned into my mouth. When he broke the kiss again, he let out a hissing sound and then made a quick move.

Slam grabbed my hand and put it to the middle of his shaft. I pulled up on him, just once, and he started to come.

I looked down and watched as the first intense spurt of cum shot up my wrist and arm. All the way to my elbow his hot seed clung to my skin. My hand raced down and jerked again. Another spurt shot out, hitting the side of my body.

Slam quickly stood up and took control. He pushed my hand away and jerked himself onto my ass. Two more white blobs of cum clung to me. His left hand grabbed at my inner thigh and he pushed, opening my legs. Bending his legs and coming forward, I strained with my mouth and eyes wide open as he was still squirting cum all over me. I had never seen a man orgasm like that before.

The tip of his cock was against my soft labia as he came again. I felt him touch me, his semen splashing against my wetness, leaving my entire body tingling head to toe.

“Ah, f*ck, babe,” he growled. “You are f*cking something special…”

He stood up and took a step back, admiring what he had painted on me. It may have just been splotches of cum, but to me and him it read very clear: SLAM’S PROPERTY.