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.