SLAM HER(50)

“Yes. It. Is.”

That was the best I could do.

I felt like my brain was between my legs. That’s where all my senses, feelings, wants, needs, everything simply existed.

Slam pulled back and thrust forward. He was like a battering ram and I was the door he wanted to knock down. The harder he f*cked, the more I bounced on the hood of the car. My hands were sweating so badly they were sliding off the hood. So I grabbed for Slam. Not his leather cut. Not his shirt. I wanted skin. I wanted muscle. I forced my hands up his shirt and sank my nails into him. I then leaned back more on the hood of the car. I lifted my legs and let him have at it.

When he thrust forward, I bucked my hips at him, wrestling against the strong hold he had on me. It was all instinctive. The tingling sensation of pain still lingered and would for days, but the intense demand for more pleasure took control. And for every inch I moved back on the hood was an inch Slam closed in on me.

Our foreheads touched and our breaths were entwined. My helpless cries of fantasy pleasing pleasure went out to the night. In return, Slam grunted each time he thrust at me. My body had quickly become accustomed to him… or at least the best it could.

He took himself out of me for a second, hissing, then kissing me. He thrust forward, slamming against my *. It was like the first time again, my body ripping open as he f*cked so beautifully hard.

I cried out as we kissed, my scream muffled and stolen by the movement of Slam’s tongue in my mouth.

I scratched at his hard muscle as I took his even harder cock deeper inside me. I felt the way his stomach rolled and flexed with each powerful thrust.

Fucking hell, there was nothing like it in the world.

I could feel the round and defined head of his cock reaching places never explored in my life. Not by my own fingers - or even a few toys I had used. The territory had been unclaimed and now it was all Slam’s.

The ridge of the head of his cock pulled and pushed against my insides, bringing wetness that I didn’t know I had. My toes were curled tighter than before, actually hurting. I let out a gasp as my stomach felt like it had been punched - without the pain though. I pressed forward, nails grabbing at his body even harder. For a second I thought I was going to lift off the hood of the car and explode. That’s how intense the orgasm hit me. My * begged to squeeze tight but there was no room. Slam had me full. When he pulled back, I felt a gushing feeling. Then he thrust forward and I felt an even fuller feeling. Back and forth, over and over, I started to come so hard my scream and cries became breathless whimpers. Tears filled my eyes as I stared at him. My lips moved, puckering, begging for a kiss. I probably looked like a dying fish, but whatever.

It was that f*cking good.

My ass lifted up off the hood into the air, flexing to impossibly tight. My body demanded relief as it rocked hard against Slam’s dick. Slam quickly put his hands around to my ass and held me there, keeping me straight and level with his body. I thought maybe for a second he would ease up and give me a second to catch my breath, but that wasn’t f*cking going to happen.

Not with Slam.

His forehead touched mine again and he let out a growl that was deep. It almost shook the ground. His eyes were beautiful damaged. His lip curled as though he was angry, but I could feel him getting ready to go. His already thick cock filled up even more. Each thrust forward reached that wild depth and each pull back took him almost out of my body. He was thorough with his movements and my body welcomed him, the wet sound of us coming together. I never experienced that sound before (obviously) and it was a sound I’d never forget and I’d always want to experience.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned, “I’m right there. I’m going to f*cking come inside you.”

“Yes,” I purred. “Slam, yes.”

“Babe, I’m bare inside you,” he said with his teeth starting to grit. His speed hadn’t slowed a bit. “You’re taking my seed. All of it. You’re holding it deep in your womb. You got that?”

“Oh, shit,” I said, my head starting to fall back.

This was really happening. I wasn’t on the pill or anything. What use would that have been to me? He was uncovered, deep inside me, his cock just a few thrusts away…

“Yes!” I cried out into the night.

Maybe I was on a sex high. Maybe I just was f*cking crazy. But I saw a piece of my life starting and it was going to revolve around Slam. I’d carry his seed. I’d carry everything he gave me.

“Fucking shit, babe, I love you,” he said.

He kissed my neck and grunted as he f*cked forward harder than ever. He moved his hands from my ass and I crashed to the hood of the car. His hands went back to where they started, holding my hips and lower back. With one more heavy thrust, Slam pounded deep into my core and started to come.

I felt it…

That hot cum splashing inside my body, coating my already warm and wet walls. Clinging to me, claiming me, f*cking me slowly as he came inside me. That’s all I could think about as Slam kept going. I knew how much semen that could come out of him. It was like an endless supply.

Each time he pressed forward, his fingers dug harder into my back. He didn’t want me to move. He wanted all of his cum deep in me.

When Slam finally stopped, he was still inside me. I felt the pulse of his cock. He kissed up my neck and around to my mouth. Our tongues stole a few seconds before he broke away.