SLAM HER (14 page)

My mouth was suddenly dry and there was plenty to drink.

As soon as I licked her cum, my tongue darting at her tight hole, Belle let out another wild cry. Her body jerked to the right and I quickly held her in place. It was obvious she was used to half-hearted orgasms.

No more, babe. Not with Slam.

I licked her bottom to top, the tip of my tongue flirting with her sensitive clit. I placed my mouth over her pussy and started to suck, pulling out all the honey I could get. My tongue then went flat and worked up and down. Shit, I was merely playing with her at that point… but her ass was a good six inches off the bed. Her legs over my shoulders, heels digging into my back.

I sucked hard, pulling away to keep making a wet smacking sound, showing her how delicious she was, making sure she knew her fucking wetness was not going to go to waste.

She then started to grind against me. Rubbing her pussy and clit to the movement of my tongue.

“Yes, babe,” I managed to growl in between licks. “Don’t stop now…”

She groaned over and over. She reached for me, grabbing at my head. I stared up her body and watched as she forced herself to look down at me. The look on her face was like she was about to cry. She crunched forward her hips wiggling faster and harder by the second.

She was about to come again… and I could tell she had never experienced two orgasms so close to one another.

I could have eased up just a little and let her body work into that second orgasm. But I decided to teach her a thing or two about running with an outlaw like me. Plus, a woman as beautiful as Belle deserved to be treated the right way. That included being protected in the world and being treated the right way in the bedroom. On the outside she would be my princess, yes, but with my tongue buried between her legs, devouring her clit like it was the last piece of candy I’d ever eat, that’s when Belle became my personal slut.

She had both hands at my head, digging at my hair. Her body learned how to perfectly rock itself. Her screams were finally free, feral like, as she lost all control.

I licked up as she started to come and felt the warm gush of her cum. It was like reaching the warm center of my favorite piece of candy. And I made damn sure to take all that sweetness.

Belle’s ass bounced off the bed and back up as her body wrestled against the intense pleasure. Each time her ass hit the bed, she’d let out a cry and a scream. My hands settled at her hips and even after she came down from her high, I was still eating her. This time, however, I was going slow. I licked a few more times, bottom to top, my tongue memorizing her pussy.

I suckled at her clit one last time and pulled away with a wet pop sound. I kissed her sweet mound and crept up to her belly button.

My cock was raging hard. I was like a fucking steel pole and ready to fuck.

But then Belle looked down at me again. She was in complete shock and I could tell she was worried about what else I had in mind. In those pretty blue eyes was a real woman and a story that went about as deep as mine. She wasn’t just some innocent good girl that had been given an easy life. Fuck, it was the opposite of that. Her standing virginity was a sense of punishment almost and I didn’t need her to admit that to me. It was all over her face.

My hands slid up her shirt and over her tits. I squeezed her. She arched her back, letting my fingers climb behind her and unsnap her bra. My hands came back around and felt her bare skin.

“Fuck, babe,” I growled.

Her tits were amazing. Exact handfuls for me, which was saying something. I traced lines around her nipples, flirting with her as I ran my thumbs back and forth, making her jump. I pressed my strong chest against her body, between her legs, feeling her wetness against me.

“Slam… I’ve…” Her lips were quivering.

“It’s okay, babe,” I said.

“No. You don’t get it. I’ve never…”

I grinned as she was about to admit that she hadn’t been fucked before.

Before she could tell me, I lifted my hands and took her shirt off.

Now she was completely naked.

Suddenly, she became the greatest temptation I had ever faced. I slowly stood up and realized what I was up against. It wasn’t me versus the world. It wasn’t me versus the Reap’s enemies. Shit, it wasn’t even me versus Belle and her beautiful pussy.

It was me versus myself. My fucking heart.

“Shit,” I said.

“What’s wrong?” Belle asked.

I bent over and planted a kiss right to her chest. I crept over to her left breast and rolled her hard nipple between my teeth. I pulled, taking her nipple with me until she sucked in a breath and whimpered in pain.

My mouth then quickly opened and I pulled away. I looked at her. I fucking stared right at her. Goddammit, we were both naked. I didn’t do the staring thing.

But Belle’s eyes… her story…

I started to inch down like I wanted to kiss her. But I had to stop that shit. I couldn’t go any deeper with Belle unless it was my cock ripping her apart.

So I did the next best thing.

I grabbed her and turned her to her side.

She let out a cry and I grabbed my cock with one hand.

I wasn’t done with Belle yet…

twenty-one

(belle)

*NOW*

I grabbed the sheets on the bed and looked back. Slam looked bigger than ever. The muscles of his body were impossibly chiseled. His chest looked a mile wide with perfect cuts down and around his pecs. Where his chest ended was right where his stomach muscles began. He had the V cut lines that pointed straight to the biggest dick I’d ever seen in my life. Yeah, I had touched it. Yeah, I had managed to get some of it into my mouth. But to think about that thing going inside me?

My body started to shake and tense.

The truth was that if Slam came at me with his cock I wouldn’t have told him to stop. I was ready for him. I would find a way to take him, no matter how much it hurt. He was the one worth giving it up to, whether he cared about it or not.

“Slam,” I whispered. “Please, Slam…”

I just wanted to tell him. Just in case.
Of what?
I wasn’t sure.

Slam put his right hand to my right ass cheek and pressed. His other hand grabbed my leg and lifted it up.

“Bend your knee, babe,” he said. “And open your legs for me.”

I did as Slam said. He was my commander. I had never experienced such violent orgasms in my life like I did with him. Not to mention….
two times in a row?
That had never happened before. My stomach was tight like I had done an ab workout. I didn’t think I had any wetness left.

Right up until Slam slipped his hand to my inner thigh and gently grazed my pussy. He had the magic touch and knew how to make me wet. Just his fingertips rubbing between my legs made me thrust and groan.

Slam then dropped down to his knees again. I let out a gasp as he quickly came forward, eating me again. I was not expecting that at all, especially at the angle I was at. Sideways on the bed with my right leg lifted up. His left hand grabbed my ass tight and his right hand touched my lower belly. I was in Slam’s vise and he wasn’t going to let me go.

“Oh, fuck,” I said. “Slam… fuck…”

The tip of his tongue sliced at me, cutting up and down. He then pressed all of his tongue against my clit, moving left to right. The pulses of electricity that went through my body were intense. I felt my breasts tingling, my nipples almost painfully hard. It was like everything was somehow connected. I reached down and grabbed my right knee, holding tight, rocking at Slam’s mouth. I had never felt so empowered yet submitted at the exact same time.

I looked down and watched him work at me. That alone was enough to make me want to come again. But then he looked up at me. Those dark and evil eyes. The eyes of a villain. A bad guy. A man who had done bad things his entire life. A man who was doing bad things to me right then but those bad things felt so fucking good.

Slam took his mouth away and showed me his tongue. He then licked me, his eyes locked to mine. Impossibly slow licks, nothing but teasing me. But it was working. Oh, shit, it was working.

“Be ready,” he whispered to me as his hot breath touched my pussy. “I’m not stopping until you come again.”

That was my only warning.

Slam attached his mouth between my legs again and I was in for another wild ride. He engulfed me, sucking against my soaked labia, his tongue knowing exactly how to touch a woman’s clit. Some men treated it like something they were afraid to lick while others used the tip of their tongue like it was a pen… but Slam used his
entire tongue
against my clit.

As if it couldn’t get any crazier, I then felt his left hand make a move. One of his fingers slid between my ass cheeks. The tip of his finger slid down and around, touching my wetness, and then moved back up. He stopped right at my
other hole
. I let out a shuddering whimper. Nobody had ever gone there before. I had never even considered that area.

Slowly, Slam pressed, making small circles, starting to open my other hole. My entire body went into a state of shock for a few seconds. It gave way to a wild rush of intense pleasure. The harder I thrust my body at Slam’s mouth,
the harder I felt pressure
back there
. But it worked… it all felt good. My inner thighs started to tremble again and I realized that Slam was going to make me come again.

The third time I came, it was as intense as the first. I lost my breath and felt the last little bit of my energy being pulsed out of my body. I throbbed hard between my legs, crunching my stomach tight, watching as Slam kept going at me. He knew when to lick harder, slower, faster, ease up completely, use his fingers, and then go right back into it.

As he slowed, my body lost even more energy. When he stopped devouring me, I was limp on the bed. When he let my leg go, I turned my lower back flat to the bed, showing him my ass. My pussy was still throbbing as I continued to spill all over the bed sheets. I bit my lip, waiting for the release to come, but it never really did. It was just a really good warm feeling that kept rolling throughout my entire body.

I looked back at Slam as he rose back up to his feet. His cock was still a mile long piece of steel that needed attention. I started to move my right hand, wanting to grab him. I would have done anything he wanted in that moment. He could have propped me up on my knees and stuffed his cock into my pussy and I would have loved every second of it. I had no energy and no strength for that though. Even sucking him…

My right hand lifted off the bed and Slam reached for it. He leaned forward and pinned my wrist down.

“No, babe,” he said. “This one’s all mine.”

My mouth fell open as I saw him take hold of his own dick. The veins in his hands were as thick as the veins along his shaft. He pumped his hand at me, once, twice, then he rolled his hand over the head of his cock, fisting it tight.

“Shit,” I managed to say.

“I’m going to come all over your fucking ass, babe. I’m going to come all over your pussy. I’m going to paint you and claim you.”

The top half of my body was still turned. I reached up and cupped my right breast. I cupped under and started to squeeze, play, running my fingers across my nipples, one at a time.

Slam had his hand on my wrist still, holding me down.

He started to jerk himself, lowering his cock down to my ass. Gripping his thick root tight, he started to slap me with his dick. That steel rod hit with a
smack!
sound over and over, making me cry out.

Never in my life had I wanted someone inside me like I did Slam. And he wasn’t going to give it to me right then. That made it even hotter.

His hand started to pump harder, faster. Beads of sweat collected on his chest and trickled down. The look on his face told me he was actually enjoying this. As his hand scaled root to tip, I wondered how many pumps were left until he came. It was fucking exciting.

Slam started to lean down even more. He took his hand from my wrist and he touched my face. Next thing I knew he was closing in on me. My lips quivered a second before he kissed me. His cock touched my ass again. I felt his hand pumping, touching me, his cock bouncing. He was so rough with himself as he moved faster. His tongue darted into my mouth, leaving me with a slight taste of myself.

Between my legs, my pussy ached to be touched again.
To be fucked. Really fucked.

He kissed me as hard as his hand jerked his cock.

It was by far the absolute, hottest moment of my life. Nothing had compared to this moment. Ever. Not even close.

Slam stopped kissing me for a second, putting his forehead to mine.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered. “Slam…”

“Babe, my balls are so tight. I’m almost there. I’m going to fucking smother you with my cum. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Louder, babe.”

“Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck! Yes!”

Slam kissed me again. Harder than before. I felt his body thrusting. His balls gently tapped against my thigh. He groaned into my mouth. When he broke the kiss again, he let out a hissing sound and then made a quick move.