SLAM HER(37)

Best. Saturday. Ever.

That’s what I always thought though.

But that Saturday… no way. That was not the best Saturday ever.

It turned out to be the worst Saturday ever.

That Saturday… my mother left and never came back.





twenty-four



(belle)



NOW



I was on the verge of tears when I heard the knock at the door. There was so much lingering between me and Slam it was hard to swallow. He had to have known by then that something was wrong with me. A man like that didn’t see the same women more than once without f*cking her. And even that… was he f*cking other women?

It wasn’t like we were together. Or going steady or even dating. It was just…

He loved to go down on me. All. The. Time.

And in return I loved to test my limits with his cock in my mouth. Thinking the words made me blush and turned me on. Slam had officially became the greatest distraction I could have ever asked for. Everything he said had come true. I never heard from Kyle again. And when I talked to my father, he said Kyle contacted him to say he was moving out of state. That he took some new job and he was sorry he let me down.

I opened the door and Slam stood there like the giant outlaw he was. His eyes were always brooding, always up to something.

I could only whisper his name. “Slam.”

“Babe,” he said. “We need to talk.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. I instantly looked for blood on Slam, thinking something bad happened.

Slam stepped forward. His hands grabbed my hips. I stepped back, definitely sensing something was way off. Maybe Slam knew something. All the times we were together and not even a hint of actual sex. But the other stuff was so good though. At least for me.

“Fuck,” Slam whispered.

“What?”

“You’re goddamn beautiful, Belle. I can’t stop looking at your eyes. I can’t stop wanting to touch your body. I can’t get you out of my f*cking head. I’m making decisions I wouldn’t have made before I met you. Shit is getting out of control here.”

I swallowed hard. “What are you trying to say?”

“There’s some stuff I want to tell you.”

“I have something to tell you. About me. It’s kind of important.”

Slam leaned down and kissed me. “Okay, babe. I want to hear everything. I want to tell you everything. Then we can see where it all ends up.”

“Ends up? What does that mean?”

Slam kissed me again. My body was on fire for him.

I started to step back and Slam stayed with me. We were in silence, stealing kisses from each other, me backing up, him pursuing me. As I crept by the kitchen, my mouth was trembling with fear. I didn’t want to tell him that I was virgin and have him freak out. Him kissing as much as he was couldn’t go without the ultimate gift. My * was already wet and I reached between his legs and felt the massive hardness waiting for me.

At my bedroom door, I hit it but it didn’t open.

Slam kissed me even harder.

His hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted. He tore it off right there at my door. He reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra. His rough fingers slid the straps down my arms and tossed it down the hallway. His hands touched just under my breasts and slid down.

“Holy shit,” I groaned.

My breasts were tight and tingling, my nipples shivering until they were rock hard. I was desperate to be touched and he knew it. He f*cking knew it and he f*cking knew how to control me.

When his fingers touched the top of my pants, I let out another groan.

Slam kissed me again as he opened my pants. He pushed them down, along with my panties, down to my knees. He then broke the kiss and looked down, so I looked down too. Lifting one foot, in maybe one of the hottest moves I’d ever seen and experienced, Slam put his boot to my panties and stepped. It forced my clothes down to my ankles. I then forced myself to step out… and there I was, completely naked for Slam, standing at my bedroom door.

His right hand cut between my legs, his fingers touching my wet silk.

“Fuck, babe,” he growled. “Soaking wet.”

One of his fingers hooked and touched my clit. I thrust forward and whimpered. That goddamn instant pleasure was so striking. A wild pulse throughout my body. My breasts were so heavy and achy, needing attention.

I caught myself sticking my chest out, all but asking for Slam to do it. To taste my chest.

He took his hand from between my legs and brought both hands up my body. He put a little space between us and then stared at me as his hands cupped under my breasts. Holding me, his thumbs grazed across my rock hard nipples.

“Fuck, Belle,” he said. “I’ve never met anyone like you in my life. Not even f*cking close. I hope you know how f*cking beautiful you really are.”

I swallowed hard. “Shit, Slam. Nobody ever says that to me.”

“Nobody else is me, babe. Never forget that. No matter what happens.”

I wanted to ask him what the hell that meant but he ran his thumbs over my nipples again and my brain scrambled. I couldn’t think, speak, or breathe for a few seconds. The tingling sensation shot straight down to between my legs. My knees bent and I thrust my hips forward.

“You like that,” he said with an evil grin.