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Man
of Steel

By

Jordan
Silver

 
 

Copyright©
2014 Alison Jordan

All
Rights Reserved

 

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To all the butterflies
who
never let me forget why I do this. You rock

Chapter 1
 
 

“Fuck!” One
last hard thrust to bring her off and I was done. Well, not exactly, I always
had a problem pulling out of her. The aftermath with my baby is almost as good
as the sex, and that’s saying a lot because the sex is pretty phenomenal.

Lifting my
head from where I’d had it buried in her neck, I looked down at her sweaty,
beautiful face. “Hey babydoll.” I brushed the hair back from her face and
kissed her forehead while pressing my still throbbing cock deeper into her.
I’ll never get enough of that smile, or that dreamy look she gets right after
I’ve had her. Shit like that can make a man feel ten feet tall if he’s not
careful.

“Hey
yourself.” She
raised
up to take my lips and I fed her
my tongue before taking hers. “Umm, you taste so good, why do you always taste
so fucking sweet?” We ate at each other’s mouths and she lifted her legs
wrapping them higher around my hips while squeezing my cock inside her. “Still
hungry huh?”

For an answer
she twisted her body beneath mine pulling me even deeper into her already wet
heat. It didn’t take much for my boy to be at full stance again, and I set
about feeding her greedy ass once more. Her sexual appetite just about rivaled
mine, though I think I’ve got her beat by a nose.

“I want you on
your hands and knees.” Pulling out I flipped her over in one smooth motion and
eased back in. One of the most beautiful sights in my world is watching her
take me into her body. It’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen. “Tell me if I hurt
you.” She nodded her head and flung her hair back getting into position. She
knows the drill, when I’m riding I like to ride all the way. Wrapping her hair
twice around my fist I put my free hand in the small of her back pushing down
slightly until her body was curved just the way I wanted it.

“Hold on
beautiful.” She grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as I started stroking into her
nice and slow. Lily’s five three to my six two and she weighs about a hundred
pounds wet so when I’m fucking her like this I have to be very careful. Her
little pussy can barely take me in the missionary so when I’m feeling like a
little kink I have to always remember to keep a tight rein less I damage her.

When her body
adjusted to having my full length inside and she wasn’t showing any signs of
discomfort, I upped the pace a little, while tugging gently on her hair. I’m a
sick fuck behind closed doors; I’ll be the first to admit it. I like my sex
dirty and hot, no inhibitions and no limits. As long as she’s with me and enjoying
the shit I do to her, then it’s
all good
in my book.

I could see
her biting into her lip as she rocked back and forth on my cock, her eyes slits
of pleasure as she drenched my meat with her sweet pussy juices again and
again. Tightening my hold on her hair, I pulled her ass back harder with the
hand in her back and watched as my cock slammed in and out of her tightness.
That sight alone was enough to bring me to the brink, but when she started
squeezing and releasing, massaging me with her pussy walls that was it. I
growled long and hard before latching onto her neck with my teeth and spewing
into her for the second time that night.

I was too
tired to do the cleanup so that shit will have to wait for the morning, so with
one last
kiss,
I pulled her half way under me and
dropped into oblivion. It had been another long night for
me
and the boys,
and tomorrow didn’t promise to be any better.

The feel of
her softness beneath me helped me to sleep for a solid six before I was rolling
out of bed again. I broke one off inside her before my eyes were even fully
open. Morning pussy, especially when it was still wet from the night before,
was it’s own special kind of treat.

I dragged her
limp form out of bed and headed for the shower. First order of business was
brushing our teeth, since she’d turned teeth cleaning into a fucking science
project with electric brushes and shit that were on timers. When that was done
I turned on the water in the marble stall and set it to just below boil before
we stepped in.

I knew what
was coming next; it’s like a pattern with us one that I never grew tired of.
Bracing myself with my legs planted, I looked down at my cock that was already
on the rise again. That first fuck of the morning was just to whet my appetite
and hers, sort of like getting shit out of the way so we can really get down to
business.

She soaped me
up first getting last night and this morning’s dried juices off my dick. When
she was satisfied after teasing the ever-living shit out of me with her soft
little hands, she got down on her knees; one of my absolute favorite sights.

With water
pounding down from four jets she licked my cockhead before gliding her tongue
down my length. I folded my fists to keep from grabbing her hair, not yet. I didn’t
start thrusting my hips forward until after she took me into her mouth
completely. “Balls baby.” Her little hand came up to do my bidding and she
squeezed my nuts just right, like she was milking the shits for all they were
worth.

Now I could
fist her hair, just to add a little pain to the pleasure, she likes that shit.
“Look at me babydoll.” Her eyes flew open and up as her cheeks became more
distorted from having eleven and a half inches of cock meat stuffed in there. I
thrust hard knowing that it would choke her off, I like that feeling around my
cock too, as she choked and coughed trying to catch her breath.

Pulling out of
her mouth, I tapped her lips and cheeks with my bobbing cock before stroking
hard. I fisted my cock and jacked it until I felt the blast coming. She knew
what to do, and leaning back on her hands lifted her chest higher. The first
volley of cum hit her right between her magnificent tits. Some ended up on her
nipples and I even made it to her lower face. It was a beautiful paint job if I
do say so myself.

She fingered
her pussy with one hand while using the fingers of the other to wipe cum from
her body and feed
herself
. “Good girl.” I cleaned us
both up and headed down to make breakfast while she puttered around the bedroom
straightening up. Life was fucking amazing.

Chapter 2
 
 

“I have to
make a run later baby, you’ll be okay here by yourself?” It was later that
night and we’d both only been home a few hours from our respective jobs. When
things are like they are now, I try to spend as much free time with her as
possible, because even though I know she understands what’s going on, I’ve
learned from my mistakes and I never want her to feel abandoned or like I’m
taking advantage. She knows she’s not going anywhere regardless, but I’m not
that much of a dick that I would use the fact that I’ve got her on lockdown to
misuse her.

She hated
being alone in the big old house at night, not that I blame her; the world is
full of sick shit. But I’ve made sure our place is secure and I’ve been
teaching her how to take care of herself. I don’t mind that she feels safer
with her man around, that’s part of my job. But every once in a while I have to
go out at night, or sometimes even be gone for days on end. Those times I
usually do all I can to reassure her that she’s safe and I never take her fears
for granted. She was one of the strongest people I knew but when it came to
this shit there was no getting through to her.

One of her
friends had been attacked a few years back and the girls never forgot or really
got over it. She’s full of piss and vinegar when it comes to me, but underneath
all her bravado, my baby’s a girly girl who likes having her man at her back to
keep the dark at bay. It’s fucked that I have to leave her to go protect
someone else but it’s what I do. Seems like it’s what I’ve always done in one
capacity or another.

I use to be a
detective in the big city; that was before cops started becoming politicians. I
had no stomach for the bureaucracy bullshit and the game playing so I took
early retirement. Not long after leaving, I opened my first bar, which had I
known then where it would lead, I would probably have bought a damn Mickey D’s.
Cops don’t usually hang out in those.

Within weeks
of my doors opening, it seemed like every disgruntled cop in a ten mile radius
found his ass on one of my bar stools. I hadn’t intended my place to be a cop
hangout but pretty early on it was obvious that that’s where shit was heading.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I got caught up with a whole other element at just
about the same time. The peace and tranquility I was after seemed out of reach
by then. And life proved to be truly stranger than fiction. I’m not sure what I
would’ve done different if anything, had I seen it coming.

There’s
nothing stranger for an ex cop than to have some of the degenerates he’d put
away coming back into his life. Not set on destruction no, these freaks were
looking for an alliance. Apparently, I was a standup guy in their book, the
only trust worthy ‘pig’ they’d ever had the misfortune to get tangled up with.
Lucky me. I was their chosen front man for an enterprise that, if not at the
complete other end of the spectrum from my former profession, was pretty
fucking close.

I’d worked
vice for a time, did a stint in narcotics, some time in violent crimes and for
a time in my early years I’d tackled domestics, before ending up in homicide. I
got tired of the revolving door, where the criminals were headed back out on
the streets as fast as I put them away. I said fuck it and hung that shit up,
it was just the last in a long line of grievances I had against a career I’d
looked forward to since my childhood that hadn’t panned out. I guess I’d
somehow glamorized the role after watching old films that were heavy on the
serve and protect angle. There wasn’t much of that left by the time I handed in
my piece and my badge.

There were
plenty who tried to talk me out of it but my mind was made up. I’d got into the
business to save lives, to help the helpless, not to accept bribes and hide up
shit if the perp had the right bank account. I was done all the way, there
wasn’t much I could do about the illegal shit that was going on in the force
but I’d be damned if I was going to let myself be tainted any farther.

It was the
only thing I had control over, my ability to walk away. And even with threats
hanging over my head I’d walked. I was sure some thought I would spill the
beans on their shady dealings but I knew better than to wade into that pool.
The shit went to the top so there was no way for me to bring them down in the
courts, why bother trying? There were other ways to deal with them if I was so
inclined. So I’d countered their threats with some hard evidence of my own that
showed them pretty much that I could take care of myself and they’d got the
hint and backed the fuck off.

All I wanted
to do now was enjoy the benefits of having my own place and never again
answering to anyone. No one except Ms. Holly that is, who was pretty sure she
owned daddy’s ass and wasn’t shy about using that shit. In those early days
after the force she was my mainstay, I measured my every decision against what
it would mean for her future.

So when a
couple of the guys I’d put away in their misguided youth came seeking me out, I
wasn’t exactly what you would call thrilled. I’d just turned my whole life
upside down literally. I’d divorced my wife of almost ten years, leaving behind
the most precious thing in my life, my little girl. Even with the new bar I
felt at loose ends but I was determined to stay focused on this new avenue that
I’d opened up.

But no matter
what I told myself, I couldn’t get away from the cop in my blood. So when these
guys came to me with a proposition, it didn’t take long for them to talk me
around and we ended up forming a sort of club I guess you could say.

These guys
were some serious hard
asses
that I’d put away for
everything from drugs to carrying concealed when they were in their teens. I
can’t say that I’d kept in touch with them much after I’d helped to send them
up, though I had made an effort in the beginning before life got in the way.
But for whatever reason they remembered me, and the way I’d handled them back
then. I won’t lie, there was a sense of pride knowing that I’d made that much
of a difference in someone’s life.

Somehow these
fuckers heard that I’d left the force and were now rivaling the cops for my
ear. When I wasn’t listening to the same complaints I’d once had, the same
things that had precipitated my leaving the force from my former colleagues. I
was being bombarded by the ex cons turned bike crew vigilantes. They claimed
that’s not what they were but the jury was still out back then. These days
there’s no question as to what we are, but that too is reliant on who you ask.

When they’d
first told me what it was that they were into I have to say I was proud as fuck
of the three misfit delinquents who’d apparently turned their lives around.
Instead of terrorizing the neighborhood as they’d once done, these days the
boys were into protecting their streets and the people who lived on those
streets. Hearing that I played a part in their turn around wasn’t exactly hard
on the ears either.

After I’d
heard them out and got the gist of where they were going it wasn’t long before
I was onboard. And since it was such a great cause, something I believed in,
I’d talked a few of my old buddies from the force into joining up. My new
family hadn’t been too fond of that turn of events but once I’d convinced them
of the benefits of having more eyes and ears spread out across the county they’d
caved grudgingly.

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