SLAM HER(49)

“Right now,” I whispered.

I waited for Slam to protest but he didn’t. He came right at me. His hands pulled me from the hood of the car, standing me back up. Pressing at my lower back, our bodies tight together. I could feel his cock already getting thicker.

“If that’s what you want, that’s what you’re going to get,” he whispered.

His lips flirted above mine. It was freaking torture. Then he kissed me.

The rush was instant throughout my body.

His hands came around and touched the front of my jeans. He went right to work.

Holy shit… it was going to happen.

Plus, how hot of a story was it to have that I lost my virginity on the hood of car on the side of the road? That alone would make the wait worth everything.

“Babe, I’m going to need a lot of room,” Slam said, breaking the kiss. “These jeans and panties are coming off.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

Slam slipped his fingers to my hips and pushed. I felt my jeans and panties start to slide down my body. I leaned back, putting my hands to the hood of the car. Slam moved me so I was between the two headlights. Some of the light reflected off the chrome of his ride, giving us enough light to see everything.

When my ass touched the hood, I jumped. I settled the best I could, my heart racing uncontrollably, and Slam stripped my jeans down to my ankles. Crouching down, he pulled my shoes off and did the same to my jeans. His hands then grabbed my panties and he took them off and dropped them on my jeans.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

Slam stood back up, towering over me. He slipped his left hand to the back of my neck. He grabbed my hair and pulled, making me look up at him. He came forward and leaned down, kissing me again. Fuck, it was such a wild and hot kiss. We ran the risk of getting caught with each second passing by. The night was fully settling in. My day had gone from something lonely and tragic to this.

To the hottest moment of my life.

Slam touched my inner thigh and crept up, his fingertips grazing between my legs. Two fingers curled, gently stroking against my clit. He slipped them back down and thrust them forward, entering me. I bucked at him, groaning.

A second later, his fingers were out of me. His lips left mine. I feared he was going to try and leave me again.

“You’re ready,” he whispered. “So am I, babe. You want my cock? Get it.”

I shuddered head to toe. My inner thighs shivered with anticipation.

Slam put his hands to my bare waist and stared down.

My hands moved forward and I grabbed the zipper of his jeans. I slid it down and reached in. His dick was everywhere, all twisted and sort of rolled up, unable to hide in such a small space for such a large object. I grabbed his belt buckle and tore it open. I opened his jeans. With both hands I grabbed the top of his boxers and pulled them down, watching the massive root of his cock appear. Then with my right hand, I grabbed him, pulling him free. I stroked him once, to his tip, and that was it. Enough f*cking playing games. I wanted that beautiful cock inside me.

I leaned back and tugged at his dick, pulling it toward me. I positioned him right to my center. As I moved him up and down, I watched my labia fold around him, hugging, welcoming.

I inched forward and felt the head of his cock start to press at me.

It was instant pressure. I shuddered again. My nerves were jumpy and I started to close up.

“Easy, babe,” Slam whispered. He reached for my hand and took it away. “I’ll handle it from here.”

I had my hands on the hood of the car. My eyes looked down, unable to look away from the moment I had been waiting for for so long.

Slam slipped his hands to my lower back again and pulled.

As he pulled at me, he pressed forward.

I felt myself open like I had never been opened before. The head of his cock disappeared inside me.

I’m not a virgin anymore…

I watched as another inch slid into me - and I f*cking felt it.

Slam then pulled back, showing me the glistening head of his cock. He thrust forward, going to the same depth, then adding more. He repeated the same motion, over and over, gently f*cking his way deep into my body. By then, he would pull himself halfway out and thrust forward again.

My nails scraped against the hood of my car as he pulled back yet again. The feeling was so intense. Hard to describe, but it was a mix of pleasure and pain. But good pain. Really good pain. My insides formed around his thick shaft, feeling everything my hands and mouth had felt so many times already.

Slam took his cock almost all the way out of me.

“Look at me, babe,” he growled.

I looked at him.

“I love you,” he said.

“I lo…”

Slam kissed me.

Then he thrust as hard as he could, breaking the rest of his way inside me.

Just like that I was filled beyond capacity. I couldn’t kiss him. My mouth hung open, groaning. My lower half tried to jump back, demanding relief, unsure of the feeling. But Slam’s hands were right there. Squeezing at my hips, he kept me right there in place, making sure I took every thick inch of his cock.

He held himself there, his legs and ass flexing, pounding into the deepest of depths.

I lost my breath for a few seconds and lost my mind for even longer.

I forced myself to tilt my head back so I could see Slam’s face.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, babe, it’s perfect…”