SLAM HER (16 page)

It wasn’t like we were together. Or going steady or even dating. It was just…

He loved to go down on me. All. The. Time.

And in return I loved to test my limits with his cock in my mouth. Thinking the words made me blush and turned me on. Slam had officially became the greatest distraction I could have ever asked for. Everything he said had come true. I never heard from Kyle again. And when I talked to my father, he said Kyle contacted him to say he was moving out of state. That he took some new job and he was sorry he let me down.

I opened the door and Slam stood there like the giant outlaw he was. His eyes were always brooding, always up to something.

I could only whisper his name. “Slam.”

“Babe,” he said. “We need to talk.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. I instantly looked for blood on Slam, thinking something bad happened.

Slam stepped forward. His hands grabbed my hips. I stepped back, definitely sensing something was way off. Maybe Slam knew something. All the times we were together and not even a hint of actual sex. But the other stuff was so good though. At least for me.

“Fuck,” Slam whispered.

“What?”

“You’re goddamn beautiful, Belle. I can’t stop looking at your eyes. I can’t stop wanting to touch your body. I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I’m making decisions I wouldn’t have made before I met you. Shit is getting out of control here.”

I swallowed hard. “What are you trying to say?”

“There’s some stuff I want to tell you.”

“I have something to tell you. About me. It’s kind of important.”

Slam leaned down and kissed me. “Okay, babe. I want to hear everything. I want to tell you everything. Then we can see where it all ends up.”

“Ends up? What does that mean?”

Slam kissed me again. My body was on fire for him.

I started to step back and Slam stayed with me. We were in silence, stealing kisses from each other, me backing up, him pursuing me. As I crept by the kitchen, my mouth was trembling with fear. I didn’t want to tell him that I was virgin and have him freak out. Him kissing as much as he was couldn’t go without the ultimate gift. My pussy was already wet and I reached between his legs and felt the massive hardness waiting for me.

At my bedroom door, I hit it but it didn’t open.

Slam kissed me even harder.

His hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted. He tore it off right there at my door. He reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra. His rough fingers slid the straps down my arms and tossed it down the hallway. His hands touched just under my breasts and slid down.

“Holy shit,” I groaned.

My breasts were tight and tingling, my nipples shivering until they were rock hard. I was desperate to be touched and he knew it. He fucking knew it and he fucking knew how to control me.

When his fingers touched the top of my pants, I let out another groan.

Slam kissed me again as he opened my pants. He pushed them down, along with my panties, down to my knees. He then broke the kiss and looked down, so I looked down too. Lifting one foot, in maybe one of the hottest moves I’d ever seen and experienced, Slam put his boot to my panties and stepped. It forced my clothes down to my ankles. I then forced myself to step out… and there I was, completely naked for Slam, standing at my bedroom door.

His right hand cut between my legs, his fingers touching my wet silk.

“Fuck, babe,” he growled. “Soaking wet.”

One of his fingers hooked and touched my clit. I thrust forward and whimpered. That goddamn instant pleasure was so striking. A wild pulse throughout my body. My breasts were so heavy and achy, needing attention.

I caught myself sticking my chest out, all but asking for Slam to do it. To taste my chest.

He took his hand from between my legs and brought both hands up my body. He put a little space between us and then stared at me as his hands cupped under my breasts. Holding me, his thumbs grazed across my rock hard nipples.

“Fuck, Belle,” he said. “I’ve never met anyone like you in my life. Not even fucking close. I hope you know how fucking beautiful you really are.”

I swallowed hard. “Shit, Slam. Nobody ever says that to me.”

“Nobody else is me, babe. Never forget that. No matter what happens.”

I wanted to ask him what the hell that meant but he ran his thumbs over my nipples again and my brain scrambled. I couldn’t think, speak, or breathe for a few seconds. The tingling sensation shot straight down to between my legs. My knees bent and I thrust my hips forward.

“You like that,” he said with an evil grin.

“Yes,” I said.

“I’m going to make you come, babe… just like this…”

His thumbs moved again and I let out a cry.

“Not fair,” I managed to gasp.

“What’s not?”

“I want to see you, Slam.”

“Ask politely,” he said with that same grin.

I could come just staring at that grin.

That was trouble for me. Way too much trouble for my own good.

“Please, Slam,” I said.

His hands started to massage my breasts. Each soft squeeze sent a hard pulse between my legs.

“Try again,” he whispered. “Tell me… then beg me…”

His hands slid up over my breasts. My nipples against the palms of his outlaw hands. For some reason I suddenly thought about all the trouble he’d been in. The stuff his hands had seen in their lifetime. Fighting, guns, knives, violence. Riding hard, fast, getting attacked. Everything about Slam was so damn wrong. But the way he touched me…

“I want to touch your fucking huge cock,” I said. “I want to feel it in my hand.”

“Good girl,” he said. He leaned and kissed my neck. His hands kept playing with my breasts. “Keep going…”

I put my head back and felt the pleasure from my breasts down to my pussy. My knees were bent and I couldn’t control it. I needed a sense of relief. His right hand slowly came forward, fingers pinching together. He rolled my nipple between all his fingers and then he gave it a tug.
A really hard tug.

I winced and groaned.

“You like that,” he said as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “You dirty fucking girl.”

“I want to be dirtier,” I said. “I want your cum all over me, Slam. I want to hold your cock as you come in my hand.”

My hips were gently thrusting front to back.

Slam’s fingers pulled again and then released my nipple. There was a sense of relief yet abandonment that went through my body. I groaned again and he put his hand right back over my breast.

He kissed my cheek and then had his lips almost touching mine.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

“I want your cock in my hand and your cum all over me,” I said without hesitation.

Slam kissed me again.

Harder than before.

His right hand left my body. His left continued to work along my breast. I couldn’t believe the sensation racing through my body. He was really going to make something wild happen…

I heard the sound of his jeans. His belt buckle. His button. His zipper.

I whimpered as he kissed me.

A few seconds later Slam took my hand and placed it to his cock. My fingertips touched the top of his shaft. I shuddered and gushed between my legs. I thought I was coming for a few seconds. But it was just my body’s way of saying it was ready and could handle Slam inside me. My fingertips traced the veins in his throbbing shaft all the way to the head of his cock. That’s where I gripped him and squeezed.

Slam broke the kiss and moved down to my breast. He cupped my left breast and let his mouth run wild on me. The tip of his tongue flickered up, down, left, right against my nipple. I pulled at his cock, wanting him to fuck me. But Slam didn’t. He held back. He was focused on my breasts.

When his teeth touched my nipple, I gasped. He pulled at me and then let go just before I started to scream. He then looked up at me.

“You’re going to fucking come,” he said.

I shuddered again and Slam put his mouth back to my breast.

He thrust forward with his amazing cock and broke my hand open. All I could do was grip the top of his shaft as he eased himself down and back. This outlaw wasn’t just pleasuring my breasts and wanting me to come… he was fucking my mind. That’s what Slam did to me.
He fucked my mind.

As he sucked against my breast, his tongue rolling around my nipple, I felt something building inside me. I realized right then he was going to make it happen. He was going to make me come by taking care of my breasts. His other hand massaged my other breast, only adding to the build-up.

I tried to keep up with his cock but my hand was shaking and I couldn’t fucking focus on anything but the pleasure. My insides were throbbing, ready to let go. My mouth slowly opened wide and I looked down at Slam. His tongue sliced up my nipple again and that was just about all I could handle. I let out a cry and had to take my hand from his cock. I slammed my hands back to the door and bent my knees, pushing my hips forward. The top of my back and head were hard against the wall, my chest thrust out for Slam’s taking.

Oh, he fucking took it.

I was right there, right on the edge, and Slam took it to another level.

He pulled his mouth off my breast. Everything between my legs quivered.

His big, strong hands were over my breasts, a little space between us, and Slam inched forward with his cock. He bent his knees as much as he needed to and slid between my legs. The head of his cock slipped against my wet skin. He stood up and tilted, the top of his steel-like shaft pressing hard against my pussy.

That was it.

I started to come right there on the spot. My hips thrusting forward and back, sliding myself against him, spilling all over him.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

“Yes, babe,” Slam said with gritted teeth. “Fuck, that’s good. You’re spilling everywhere, Belle.”

I couldn’t believe how hard my hips bucked as I came. His hands slowly moved down my body and he pushed me against the wall. Slam inched back and I could feel the head of his cock resting against my hole. All I needed was to lean forward just a little and he just needed to thrust…

But Slam stayed right there. Easing back and forth, nothing but torture.

That’s when I saw the look in his eyes.

Holy shit.

He was going to make himself come now.

I just stood there, my nails curling against the door to my bedroom, Slam moving back and forth, using my wet labia to rub against the top of his cock.
And it was working.
I felt him thickening. I saw the look on his face as he got closer to climax.

He gritted his teeth like an angry monster, but to me he was nothing but a beautiful outlaw. The man who protected me. The man who made me feel alive and made me feel beautiful.
The man I wanted to be inside me… forever.

Slam kept going, but only for a few more hearty pumps of his cock. He then stepped an entire step back and gripped the root of his cock tight.

“Right fucking now,” he said with such authority it made my heart skip a beat.

But I knew right what to do for him.

I dropped to my knees before him and opened my mouth. I grabbed for his tree-trunk sized legs and brought my mouth forward over the head of his cock. He was slick from my cum. I blushed at the idea that I was tasting myself.

I managed to suck him just once before he started to come.

I straightened my back and eased down on Slam, feeling his cock pulsing, filling my mouth with his warm release. I shut my eyes and groaned, loving how much he had to offer. He jerked himself at his root, pumping his cum into my mouth again and again. I then started to suck him again, slowly working my mouth back and forward on his dick, making sure there wasn’t a single drop to waste.

And I stayed just like that until Slam put his fingertips to my shoulders and pushed me off his cock.

I looked up at him, out of breath. I felt like I could collapse, but that was just how Slam made me feel. He didn’t just pleasure me, he drained me of everything.

“Come here, babe,” he whispered and offered his hand.

Slam helped me stand up. I then hugged him. My bare breasts pressed against his leather cut. His dick hung low between us, dropping throbbing. His huge arms wrapped around me.

I shut my eyes and smiled.

I was happy with Slam.

I… I was…

I was in love with Slam.

twenty-five

(slam)

*NOW*

I stroked a piece of hair out of her face. She was still fully naked, all wrapped up in my arms as we lay in her bed together. I was fully dressed, waiting for a phone call. All of this shit was going to go down and go down fast.

First things first - I shouldn’t have done that shit with her. My plan had been to bust into her apartment and spill it all. Tell her that I was trying to work against her father. Tell her that I had a way to fuck with her father. Tell her that I knew she was a fucking virgin because I had been running recon on her before I decided to make her mine.