SLAM HER(38)

“Yes,” I said.

“I’m going to make you come, babe… just like this…”

His thumbs moved again and I let out a cry.

“Not fair,” I managed to gasp.

“What’s not?”

“I want to see you, Slam.”

“Ask politely,” he said with that same grin.

I could come just staring at that grin.

That was trouble for me. Way too much trouble for my own good.

“Please, Slam,” I said.

His hands started to massage my breasts. Each soft squeeze sent a hard pulse between my legs.

“Try again,” he whispered. “Tell me… then beg me…”

His hands slid up over my breasts. My nipples against the palms of his outlaw hands. For some reason I suddenly thought about all the trouble he’d been in. The stuff his hands had seen in their lifetime. Fighting, guns, knives, violence. Riding hard, fast, getting attacked. Everything about Slam was so damn wrong. But the way he touched me…

“I want to touch your f*cking huge cock,” I said. “I want to feel it in my hand.”

“Good girl,” he said. He leaned and kissed my neck. His hands kept playing with my breasts. “Keep going…”

I put my head back and felt the pleasure from my breasts down to my *. My knees were bent and I couldn’t control it. I needed a sense of relief. His right hand slowly came forward, fingers pinching together. He rolled my nipple between all his fingers and then he gave it a tug. A really hard tug.

I winced and groaned.

“You like that,” he said as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “You dirty f*cking girl.”

“I want to be dirtier,” I said. “I want your cum all over me, Slam. I want to hold your cock as you come in my hand.”

My hips were gently thrusting front to back.

Slam’s fingers pulled again and then released my nipple. There was a sense of relief yet abandonment that went through my body. I groaned again and he put his hand right back over my breast.

He kissed my cheek and then had his lips almost touching mine.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

“I want your cock in my hand and your cum all over me,” I said without hesitation.

Slam kissed me again.

Harder than before.

His right hand left my body. His left continued to work along my breast. I couldn’t believe the sensation racing through my body. He was really going to make something wild happen…

I heard the sound of his jeans. His belt buckle. His button. His zipper.

I whimpered as he kissed me.

A few seconds later Slam took my hand and placed it to his cock. My fingertips touched the top of his shaft. I shuddered and gushed between my legs. I thought I was coming for a few seconds. But it was just my body’s way of saying it was ready and could handle Slam inside me. My fingertips traced the veins in his throbbing shaft all the way to the head of his cock. That’s where I gripped him and squeezed.

Slam broke the kiss and moved down to my breast. He cupped my left breast and let his mouth run wild on me. The tip of his tongue flickered up, down, left, right against my nipple. I pulled at his cock, wanting him to f*ck me. But Slam didn’t. He held back. He was focused on my breasts.

When his teeth touched my nipple, I gasped. He pulled at me and then let go just before I started to scream. He then looked up at me.

“You’re going to f*cking come,” he said.

I shuddered again and Slam put his mouth back to my breast.

He thrust forward with his amazing cock and broke my hand open. All I could do was grip the top of his shaft as he eased himself down and back. This outlaw wasn’t just pleasuring my breasts and wanting me to come… he was f*cking my mind. That’s what Slam did to me. He f*cked my mind.

As he sucked against my breast, his tongue rolling around my nipple, I felt something building inside me. I realized right then he was going to make it happen. He was going to make me come by taking care of my breasts. His other hand massaged my other breast, only adding to the build-up.

I tried to keep up with his cock but my hand was shaking and I couldn’t f*cking focus on anything but the pleasure. My insides were throbbing, ready to let go. My mouth slowly opened wide and I looked down at Slam. His tongue sliced up my nipple again and that was just about all I could handle. I let out a cry and had to take my hand from his cock. I slammed my hands back to the door and bent my knees, pushing my hips forward. The top of my back and head were hard against the wall, my chest thrust out for Slam’s taking.

Oh, he f*cking took it.

I was right there, right on the edge, and Slam took it to another level.

He pulled his mouth off my breast. Everything between my legs quivered.

His big, strong hands were over my breasts, a little space between us, and Slam inched forward with his cock. He bent his knees as much as he needed to and slid between my legs. The head of his cock slipped against my wet skin. He stood up and tilted, the top of his steel-like shaft pressing hard against my *.

That was it.

I started to come right there on the spot. My hips thrusting forward and back, sliding myself against him, spilling all over him.

“Oh, f*ck,” I groaned.

“Yes, babe,” Slam said with gritted teeth. “Fuck, that’s good. You’re spilling everywhere, Belle.”