SLAM HER(39)

I couldn’t believe how hard my hips bucked as I came. His hands slowly moved down my body and he pushed me against the wall. Slam inched back and I could feel the head of his cock resting against my hole. All I needed was to lean forward just a little and he just needed to thrust…

But Slam stayed right there. Easing back and forth, nothing but torture.

That’s when I saw the look in his eyes.

Holy shit.

He was going to make himself come now.

I just stood there, my nails curling against the door to my bedroom, Slam moving back and forth, using my wet labia to rub against the top of his cock. And it was working. I felt him thickening. I saw the look on his face as he got closer to climax.

He gritted his teeth like an angry monster, but to me he was nothing but a beautiful outlaw. The man who protected me. The man who made me feel alive and made me feel beautiful. The man I wanted to be inside me… forever.

Slam kept going, but only for a few more hearty pumps of his cock. He then stepped an entire step back and gripped the root of his cock tight.

“Right f*cking now,” he said with such authority it made my heart skip a beat.

But I knew right what to do for him.

I dropped to my knees before him and opened my mouth. I grabbed for his tree-trunk sized legs and brought my mouth forward over the head of his cock. He was slick from my cum. I blushed at the idea that I was tasting myself.

I managed to suck him just once before he started to come.

I straightened my back and eased down on Slam, feeling his cock pulsing, filling my mouth with his warm release. I shut my eyes and groaned, loving how much he had to offer. He jerked himself at his root, pumping his cum into my mouth again and again. I then started to suck him again, slowly working my mouth back and forward on his dick, making sure there wasn’t a single drop to waste.

And I stayed just like that until Slam put his fingertips to my shoulders and pushed me off his cock.

I looked up at him, out of breath. I felt like I could collapse, but that was just how Slam made me feel. He didn’t just pleasure me, he drained me of everything.

“Come here, babe,” he whispered and offered his hand.

Slam helped me stand up. I then hugged him. My bare breasts pressed against his leather cut. His dick hung low between us, dropping throbbing. His huge arms wrapped around me.

I shut my eyes and smiled.

I was happy with Slam.

I… I was…

I was in love with Slam.





twenty-five



(slam)



NOW



I stroked a piece of hair out of her face. She was still fully naked, all wrapped up in my arms as we lay in her bed together. I was fully dressed, waiting for a phone call. All of this shit was going to go down and go down fast.

First things first - I shouldn’t have done that shit with her. My plan had been to bust into her apartment and spill it all. Tell her that I was trying to work against her father. Tell her that I had a way to f*ck with her father. Tell her that I knew she was a f*cking virgin because I had been running recon on her before I decided to make her mine.

But the second I saw her blue eyes staring at me, I saw something else. I saw that she was hiding some serious pain. That she was thinking shit that was dark. On top of that, I suddenly saw my f*cking future. And my f*cking future was Belle.

So my wheels were turning as fast as my hands and tongue were moving on her sweet body.

And, shit, having my cock right there, right against that tight slit of hers… I never showed such self-restraint in my life. But I wasn’t going to have it happen like that between us. No f*cking way in hell.

I leaned in and kissed Belle’s forehead.

There was so much bullshit running through my mind. It was part of the reason I never got involved with women. But this wasn’t just a woman with Belle… this was…

“We haven’t talked in like ten minutes,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I said.

“You said you had to talk to me.”

“I did say that. Look, babe, I’m waiting for a call. I have to take care of some personal business. Until then, I’m not moving from this bed. I’m looking right at you. You have plenty to tell me, don’t you?”

“I’m a virgin,” Belle said.

I wasn’t expecting that.

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh…”

“Sorry. I didn’t know how to bring it up. I hate myself for it. My friends think I’m crazy.”

“Wait a second, Belle,” I said. “Don’t ever doubt on yourself because of that.”

“Coming from the guy who slept with how many women?”

“This isn’t about me,” I said.

“I just… we’ve been so close to stuff happening and it’s just… does it freak you out?”

“No,” I said. “But if you let me in… I’m not going to carry that burden of a story, Belle. It’s going to happen how it happens.”

“I know. But I trust you with it. It’s just…”

“I get it,” I whispered. I leaned in and kissed her.

You’re an *, Slam.

“Trust me,” I said. “You don’t need to explain a thing to me about it. I’m not some young punk that’s going to laugh at that, okay? Your decisions matter, Belle. No matter if other people disagree.”