SLAM HER(5)

“What the f*ck, bitch?” he asked.

I gasped and swung my hand, cracking him across the face. “I said no!”

Kyle grabbed his face. “You know what? Fuck it. Fuck this. People talk about you, Belle. Just know that. They wonder if something is wrong down there on you. That’s why.”

“Fuck yourself, Kyle. Dork.”

“Prude cunt,” he spat and grabbed the door.

Suddenly I was back in high school trying to defend myself with dumb word wars.

I faced the railing again and stared out to the night.

I knew everyone was right. But I still held out for something.

In the distance I heard the rumble of a motorcycle.

I don’t know why, but it made me smile…





I woke up the next morning and made coffee. It turned out I was the only one who spent the night. That made me feel even more awkward. Ashley came downstairs and I poured her a mug of coffee. I knew how she liked it and I then sat across from the table, staring at her.

She raised an eyebrow and I looked away.

“You called Kyle a dork,” she said.

“He called me a cunt.”

“Ouch.”

“Exactly.” I sipped my coffee. “He just came onto me like I was… I don’t know. That’s not how it’s going to happen.”

“Then how?”

“Why is this a big deal? We all have lives and jobs now,” I said. “You and Brett have a wedding to plan. I have my own stuff…”

“Okay,” Ashley said. “I’m sorry. I just… you know, you like to hang out and have fun. Then it just seems there’s something missing.”

“Maybe I should do what Megan said,” I said. “Just go out and bang it out.”

I stood up.

“Hey,” Ashley said. “No. Don’t.”

“I have to go. I have to get ready for work.”

“At the same restaurant since high school,” Ashley said.

“Way to push the knife deeper.”

“I’m sorry then. You’re stuck, Belle. I know a lot of it is because of your father. But you’re not under his watch anymore. You’re an adult. Nothing to worry about or fear.”

“Fair enough. Thanks for the drinks last night and the coffee this morning.”

“Come on, stay. I’ll make something.”

“You have a man in bed,” I said. “Go take care of him.”

“Maybe I already did,” Ashley said with a grin.

Right then I became jealous. And mad. Jealous of Ashley and mad at myself.

“There hasn’t been one time you just… saw someone and said f*ck it?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

It was a complete lie.

There was one time… at a bar… a monster of a man…

And the time I saw him again…

But he was the extreme.

I was far from extreme.

I was just extremely desperate.





four



(slam)



NOW



My hands held her thick ass tight. My thumb pressed against the lip tattoo on her right ass cheek. I pulled at her as I thrust forward. Her screams were like a f*cking murder scene, but I couldn’t really blame her. It had been a chore in prison to get f*cking laid. And even then, I only had a few minutes and what was offered to me.

At least here, in the clubhouse, in my f*cking room, I could do what I wanted, when I wanted.

I looked over my shoulder and saw my next target sitting in a chair, f*cking naked, two of her fingers rubbing between her legs. Her other hand touched her tits, her drunk eyes locked to me.

They were both beautiful women, a sponsored treat from Uncle Jakey to me for doing time for the MC. I didn’t know how much he paid for them but I hoped not too much.

I hated wearing a condom, too. But with this shit, I needed to. I wasn’t taking any chances. I didn’t need to get sick or something. Not to mention have a f*cking kid because some stripper forgot to take a pill. I knew a guy who knocked up a stripper and his life went straight to hell. So did hers.

Fuck that.

“Come here, babe,” I said in a rough voice as I kept f*cking the first woman.

The second climbed off the chair and walked to the bed.

“On your knees,” I ordered.

She listened.

I slipped my left hand up the first woman’s body and took a handful of her hair. I pulled hair and grunted, now riding her like she was meant to be ridden. The other woman dropped to her knees at the side of the bed. She looked like she was about to say her bedtime prayers.

How f*cking sweet.

That was fine because I had something Godly for her to enjoy.

I felt my balls twist up tight. My cum raced through my long shaft. The first woman let out another yell, screaming my name.

“Slam! Fuck!”

That’s what I did. I slammed them. I slammed my cock deep into her *. I felt my dick explode and I quickly pulled out of her. Normally I’d just hang inside there, pulsing, feeling that warmth squeezing tight against me.

But I had something else in mind.

I pulled out of the first woman and pushed her to the bed. I turned and my cock was an inch from the second woman.