SLAM HER

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.

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