SLAM HER(53)

“You’re perfect,” I whispered. My hands caressed up to her back and to her sides. “So f*cking perfect, babe. Now you’re going to make me come.”

I lifted her up and lowered her body. Her body felt a little limp at first as she got used to the intense feeling of being on top. She quickly figured it all out though, working and pumping that sweet body of hers on top of mine. My hands eased up even more, cupping her breasts. Her hands slid off the headboard and down to my chest. She locked her elbows and kept rocking against me. When she pulled forward, I thrust at her. We worked together, f*cking each other. Our eyes and lips were far apart, and I couldn’t believe I cared about that fact.

I moved my right hand to her lower back. The harder I f*cked up at her, the more my balls bounced and I knew how little time I had left there. They were like rocks and I needed relief. My other hand moved up to the back of her neck and I pulled her down to kiss me. The second her tits touched my bare chest, I growled. My hand spread wide across her back, pushing at her.

I wanted it f*cking faster… and that’s what Belle gave me.

Her legs quivered as she forced herself to keep moving.

She kissed so sloppy, moaning in between seconds of our tongues colliding together.

That’s when I waved the white f*cking flag.

I thrust up and held there, my cock finally able to release.

Belle was still riding me but she quickly froze when the first spurt of cum came out of me. Her mouth opened mid kiss and she just let out a whimper.

I quickly smacked at her hips with both hands and worked her * against me, pulling and pushing with the pulsing of my dick. Each time I came, I growled, pulling Belle up, letting her * slide against my shaft. I felt my cum deep inside her core, knowing that between our first f*ck and this f*ck, something crazy was going to happen. I wanted a f*cking family. I wanted Belle. I wanted our baby.

I slipped my hands to under her legs and lifted her up. I kept f*cking her, slow but thorough, loving the way it felt. How messy we were together. A mix of her cum and mine.

When I released my hold on her, she collapsed to my chest. I rolled to my right and gently placed her on her bed. We faced each other, kissing, touching, a mix of sex and sweat. The sweet and salty smell of her scent and mine. We were perfect together.

Her right leg was draped over mine. My cock rested between her legs, still pulsing as it lost its steam. I could still feel the heat raging from her *.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, breaking our silence. “That’s what it’s like? That’s what I missed out on?”

“No, babe,” I said. “You didn’t miss a thing. Nobody f*cks like I do. Trust me.”

Belle touched my face. “I do trust you, Slam. This is all crazy.”

“I know it is,” I said. “It’ll work itself out.”

I knew what I needed to do next. The worst thing probably considering the way Belle looked at me. She wanted me to hold her. She wanted me to caress her entire body. She wanted me to f*ck her again. And trust me, that’s what I wanted more than anything in the world. But the opportunity that waited outside couldn’t be ignored. One last wild outlaw ride and then the dust could finally settle.

I kissed her forehead and pulled back a few inches. “Belle…”

“You have to go.”

“Shit. How’d you know?”

“I can see it in your eyes,” she said. “I respect what you do, Slam. I get it. I get the Reaper’s Bastards.”

“That means a lot to me,” I said. “But this isn’t club business, babe. This is for you.” I kissed her again and climbed out of the bed.

Belle got to the edge of the bed. “What do you mean?”

I looked over my shoulder at her. “You’ll find out soon enough. You just stay put in that bed. I’ll be back soon enough.”

I dressed myself and turned to the beautiful naked woman in her bed. It was a cruel sight because I didn’t want to leave her.

I put my forehead to Belle’s but I didn’t kiss her goodbye. There was no goodbye. I was going to come back and get that kiss from her.

I told her I loved her and she told me the same.

Somehow the outlaw inside me had found romance. I was far from being tamed, I just found something else to fight for in life.

Outside, I started my motorcycle and looked at the apartment building.

Family.

That’s what it was all about.

That’s what the Reap was about.

That was the mission for my future.

I had my club, my brothers.

In that apartment I had my girl and I hoped a life inside her.

But right then… it was time to be a true outlaw - it was time to kill.





I had the location and I had a plan. Knox promised he would give me support if I needed it. I wasn’t going to need support. This was all me.

I was f*cking ten minutes into my ride when I saw the cherry lights behind me. I heard the blip blip of a siren.

“Fuck,” I growled.

I throttled my ride and sped up. If I really wanted to, I could have burned the PD. I knew all the roads and I had the speed and ability to move faster and more agile than a f*cking police cruiser.

Instead, I took the higher road. I pulled to the side of the road. I had no illegal weapons on me. I had no drugs. I had no reason to worry. Shit, if the cop wanted to frisk me, yeah I was carrying a weapon, but he needed to have a reason to search me. And by then, I’d just f*cking take off again.