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.
Slam grabbed my hand and put it to the middle of his shaft. I pulled up on him, just once, and he started to come.
I looked down and watched as the first intense spurt of cum shot up my wrist and arm. All the way to my elbow his hot seed clung to my skin. My hand raced down and jerked again. Another spurt shot out, hitting the side of my body.
Slam quickly stood up and took control. He pushed my hand away and jerked himself onto my ass. Two more white blobs of cum clung to me. His left hand grabbed at my inner thigh and he pushed, opening my legs. Bending his legs and coming forward, I strained with my mouth and eyes wide open as he was still squirting cum all over me. I had never seen a man orgasm like that before.
The tip of his cock was against my soft labia as he came again. I felt him touch me, his semen splashing against my wetness, leaving my entire body tingling head to toe.
“Ah, fuck, babe,” he growled. “You are fucking something special…”
He stood up and took a step back, admiring what he had painted on me. It may have just been splotches of cum, but to me and him it read very clear: SLAM’S PROPERTY.
He kept jerking himself and I watched as more cum collected at the tip of his dick and dripped down to the back of my leg and to the bed.
When he was finished he wiped his hand down the back of my left leg and stood there. His hands were balled into his fists. Breathing heavy. His huge cock still pulsing, bouncing up and down. Those evil, villain eyes still devouring me.
I was so screwed. So fucking screwed.
Slam owned me.
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I couldn’t get enough of Belle. That was a serious problem. It was day after day of me eating that sweet and juicy pussy and day after day of her dropping to her knees and staring up at me with those big blue eyes as she sucked me off. I came so much and so hard and so often that I actually - for a split second - thought I was getting worn out.
My plan was getting all fucked up though. I wasn’t putting her in a corner. I hadn’t popped her cherry and taken her virginity. And I sure as hell hadn’t rubbed it in Chief Richards face yet that I was bringing his sweet baby girl into my world of outlaw debauchery.
Worse yet, Knox and the guys had lost track of Tommy.
I sat at an empty table in the chapel with a smoke and a beer. Deep thinking was never a good thing for me. All that shit did was drum up old demons. The way I grew up. The way I got into the Reap. Running some nasty deals for years. Blowing up cars. Setting fires. Getting arrested over and over. Picking fights just to do it. Stealing. All for the goddamn cut I wore each and every day.
I was covered in grease from trying to work on motorcycles to ease my mind. That did shit. I went to the gym and tangled up with a few guys but that got out of control. A little sparing session turned into me knocking out two guys. I was greasy, bloody, and very unsettled. There wasn’t enough smoke or whiskey in the world right then to help me.
Just as I was about to finish my smoke, the door busted open and in came Matteo. The first thing I saw was blood on his face.
“We got him,” he said.
I stood up. “What?”
“We fucking got Tommy.”
“Is that his blood on your face?” I asked.
Matteo grinned and wiped the blood away. “Damn right, brother. Knox wanted me to come get you. Before anything got too far.”
“Ah, shit,” I yelled.
I downed my beer and took off after Matteo as he left the chapel and charged through the garage area. Knox was yelling orders. The garage bays were all shut down and locked. We sent the employees packing, telling them there was an emergency at the place we needed to shut down for the day.
Through the back of the garage there was an opening that led to a storage area.
That’s where Tommy was.
Fucking chained to a chair, sitting there, bleeding. The second I saw him, I saw death in his eyes. I thought about what he had done to me, to the Reaper’s Bastards. Under different circumstances a bullet would have been in his skull already.
Liam stood next to the chair. He wound up and threw another punch, hitting Tommy in the jaw. The chair tipped off two legs but he didn’t fall over. He let out a crying sound as blood dripped from his mouth.
When Liam put his fist back for another punch, I stopped him.
“Let me talk to him,” I said.