SLAM HER (21 page)

My hands moved forward and I grabbed the zipper of his jeans. I slid it down and reached in. His dick was everywhere, all twisted and sort of rolled up, unable to hide in such a small space for such a large object. I grabbed his belt buckle and tore it open. I opened his jeans. With both hands I grabbed the top of his boxers and pulled them down, watching the massive root of his cock appear. Then with my right hand, I grabbed him, pulling him free. I stroked him once, to his tip, and that was it. Enough fucking playing games. I wanted that beautiful cock inside me.

I leaned back and tugged at his dick, pulling it toward me. I positioned him right to my center. As I moved him up and down, I watched my labia fold around him, hugging, welcoming.

I inched forward and felt the head of his cock start to press at me.

It was instant pressure. I shuddered again. My nerves were jumpy and I started to close up.

“Easy, babe,” Slam whispered. He reached for my hand and took it away. “I’ll handle it from here.”

I had my hands on the hood of the car. My eyes looked down, unable to look away from the moment I had been waiting for for so long.

Slam slipped his hands to my lower back again and pulled.

As he pulled at me, he pressed forward.

I felt myself open like I had never been opened before. The head of his cock disappeared inside me.

I’m not a virgin anymore…

I watched as another inch slid into me -
and I fucking felt it
.

Slam then pulled back, showing me the glistening head of his cock. He thrust forward, going to the same depth, then adding more. He repeated the same motion, over and over, gently fucking his way deep into my body. By then, he would pull himself halfway out and thrust forward again.

My nails scraped against the hood of my car as he pulled back yet again. The feeling was so intense. Hard to describe, but it was a mix of pleasure and pain. But good pain. Really good pain. My insides formed around his thick shaft, feeling everything my hands and mouth had felt so many times already.

Slam took his cock almost all the way out of me.

“Look at me, babe,” he growled.

I looked at him.

“I love you,” he said.

“I lo…”

Slam kissed me.

Then he thrust as hard as he could, breaking the rest of his way inside me.

Just like that I was filled beyond capacity. I couldn’t kiss him. My mouth hung open, groaning. My lower half tried to jump back, demanding relief, unsure of the feeling. But Slam’s hands were right there. Squeezing at my hips, he kept me right there in place, making sure I took every thick inch of his cock.

He held himself there, his legs and ass flexing, pounding into the deepest of depths.

I lost my breath for a few seconds and lost my mind for even longer.

I forced myself to tilt my head back so I could see Slam’s face.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, babe, it’s perfect…”

“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 fucked, 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 pussy. It was like the first time again, my body ripping open as he fucked 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 pussy 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucked 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, fucking 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.

“Fuck, babe,” he whispered.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered back. “I can’t… I don’t even know what to say.”

Slam reached up and touched my face. His thumb stroked my cheek. He leaned in and kissed me. That’s when he slowly started to pull out of me. My nails curled again, maybe harder than when he was fucking me.

The second his cock popped free, my body gushed. I felt a warm spilling feeling between my legs. It actually felt really good. Slam broke the kiss and crouched down. He hooked my panties with his pointer finger and showed them to me.

He grinned. “These I’m keeping, babe.”

He was so fucking crazy and hot at the same time. He rolled up my panties and stuck them into his leather cut. Then he grabbed my jeans and helped me put them back on. It was almost a romantic gesture.

When I put my feet on the ground, I was wobbly. My nerves were pulsing and racing. The world spun a little. I was achy, tender, but when Slam touched me, I wanted him again.

“Now what?” I asked him.

“You’re going to get into your car, babe, and go home.”

“What?”

Slam grinned again. He gently kissed my lips.
“And I’m going to follow you… this night is just beginning…”

thirty-one

(slam)

*NOW*

My balls rumbled as I rode back into town, following Belle. I rode with one arm, smoking using my other hand. My dick was far from done exploring the depths of Belle’s body. Goddamn. That was the only word that came to mind. She wasn’t my first virgin, but she was definitely the first real virgin woman I ever experienced. And of all damn things, she wanted some fucking outlaw prick like me to rip her up. And on the hood of her damn car.

A man could only hold back for so long. I had planned something a little different for her, but it all seemed fitting. Plus, I had been damn scared. I could admit to myself alone that I had been fucking afraid. When Auntie Ang called and said Belle was messing on those rocks I thought she had been trying to do herself in.

Fuck, that would have killed me. To lose her? Fuck that.

I throttled my ride as I held my smoke between my teeth.

I couldn’t think anything negative anymore.

It was all about being positive. I was going to get the prick that killed Belle’s mother and settle the score. Ricky had called and I was planning on going right over but then Auntie Ang called and my plans changed. I should have been going after the prick right then but I was tailing Belle back to her place.

This was about her.

Shit, I had confessed my original plan to her and all I got was a slap across the face. This woman was either fucking perfect for me or just dumb. Hell, if she really did love me, then she was dumb.

I laughed to myself as I finished my smoke and tossed it away.

We were a minute away from Belle’s apartment.

I didn’t want to tell her my plan until it was done. There would be no chance of regret or remorse. This was my gift to her. I could never bring her mother back. I could never spin the wheels of time the other way and stop it from happening. But what I could control was the pain. I could make the right person feel the right pain.

This romance and falling in love stuff was out of my league but I was in the middle of the fucking game.

We pulled into the apartment parking lot and I stopped my ride next to her car. When Belle turned her head and looked at me, she smiled so beautifully innocent. Her mind was racing with the thoughts of me fucking her on the hood of the car.

I killed my engine and climbed off my ride.

She got out of her car and I went right for her.

A kiss to her cheek, I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

Before we even took one step I felt my life fucking changing.

This woman… I was going to marry her and she was going to have my kids.

The deadbolt was locked, the chain lock done, and my leather cut was on the floor in the dining room. Her shoes were off, her hands clawing at my face, and her body collided into mine. I lifted her up and walked her right to the bedroom. Goddamn, she was going to feel all of this tomorrow and days after that. That was okay though. The more it hurt now the better it would feel later.

I put her on her feet in the bedroom and stripped her of her shirt. She reached back and unsnapped her bra as I unhooked my belt buckle. I couldn’t wait to get fucking butt ass naked with her and roll around in the sheets. I had nothing but time with her right then.

Well, until I had to take off and kill the man that killed her mother.