SLAM HER(57)

I grabbed the edge of the bed and held on tight. I was in a long t-shirt and my breasts bounced inside the shirt. My nipples rubbed against the cotton cloth and not only were they hard, it kept sending a tickling and tingling feeling through my body.

“Fuck, yes,” Slam growled as he sped up even more.

He’d already come once, but he wouldn’t stop until he came at least twice. I had a meeting at the restaurant around ten for some ordering stuff. It was eight-thirty. So we had plenty of time to keep fooling around.

Slam kept at me, f*cking me through another orgasm. His hands moved down and he lifted my ass up off the bed. He thrust and held deep and lifted me up. I curled forward and threw my arms around him. He climbed up on the bed and crawled with me to my pillow. He placed me down and pressed his body against mine. We started to kiss and I ran my hands through his hair.

This was the best feeling in the world.

Slam making love to me. His perfect cock sliding in and out me. Gentle yet rough. Just like Slam. If you f*cking got on his bad side, he’d put you through a window. But if you were close to him, he’d take the shirt off his back and give it to you.

“I love you, Slam,” I said and I put my mouth to his ear.

My hands held tight to his back and he f*cked me. The bed was squeaking. Slam grunted each time he thrust forward. His lips and teeth grazed my neck. He kissed up to my ear and said, “I love you, Belle.”

He then pounded forward one last time and came inside me.

There was never getting used to that pulsing feeling of his cock when he came. The rush of his cum deep in my core. It always brought me to an instant orgasm.

I bit at Slam’s shoulder and whimpered each time his cock spilled in me.

Then we were just simply in bed together. My back to his front. His huge arm wrapped around me tight. Constantly kissing me. Constantly making me feel like I was the most important woman in the world.

His hand ran down my arm and didn’t stop until he touched the diamond ring on my finger. I had no idea that was coming when it did. I didn’t ask any questions about what happened that night with my father. I didn’t want to know. I had everything I needed for my present and future so I wasn’t going to go back in time.

“I wish you could just wear this f*cking ring all day and nothing else,” Slam said.

“I bet I’d get a lot more in tips if I did,” I said.

Slam pulled me tighter to him. “No f*cking way, babe. Nobody sees this perfection but me.”

I turned my head and smiled.

We kissed.

Slam started to slip his hand down my body, wanting round three, but I had to stop.

I had to pee. So bad.

And having crazy sex with Slam twice wasn’t making it any easier.

“Hurry back,” he said. “I’ll be ready.”

“Down boy.”

“Never,” he said.

I walked to the bathroom and sat down. A second before I was going to go, I remembered something. I reached for the second drawer and saw the box of pregnancy tests. Slam and I had been having so much sex… and I was so far late…

I grabbed the box and held my pee for another minute so I could get a test out and ready.

I then stuck it between my legs and bit my lip. I held my left hand out and stared at the engagement ring.

I was shaking.

Could this be happening for real?





thirty-five



(slam)



MONTHS LATER



I was in bed, naked, waiting for Belle to come back. There was nothing better in the world. Shit, everything outside the apartment was a mess, but that was the world’s problem, not mine.

I threw the covers off me and grabbed my jeans. I stepped in and lifted them up.

I went to the kitchen to make some coffee for my girl. There was nothing sexier than seeing Belle sitting up in bed holding a mug of coffee. When she touched the mug, it would make her shiver and her nipples would press against the shirt she wore.

Yeah, I always had my motives for doing something romantic.

I set up the coffee maker, hit the power button, and Belle let out a scream.

I grabbed for my gun, but there was no gun sticking out of my jeans. The gun was on the floor in the bedroom under my Reap leather cut.

I rushed out of the kitchen, fearing the worst. There was a window in the bathroom and maybe someone had attacked her. I was geared to f*cking kill anyone who came within distance of my girl. She had been through enough in life and I was going to be her outlaw warrior until the day I f*cking died.

I turned and almost fell over, grabbing at the doorknob.

I ripped open the bathroom door and saw Belle standing at the bathroom sink. She had a hand on each side of the sink and she hung over it.

“Belle?”

She turned and looked at me. Tears in her eyes.

I looked around the bathroom, looking for blood. Looking for something that could explain why she was so upset.

“What is it?” I asked.

Belle moved her right hand and then held something out to me.

It took me a couple seconds to realize what it was.

Holy shit, it’s a pregnancy test.

Even more of a holy shit was that it was positive.

I dropped the test and grabbed Belle. My arms went around her and I lifted her up. She let out a cry and lost all control of her emotions.