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.
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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.
But the second I saw her blue eyes staring at me, I saw something else. I saw that she was hiding some serious pain. That she was thinking shit that was dark. On top of that, I suddenly saw my fucking future. And my fucking future was Belle.
So my wheels were turning as fast as my hands and tongue were moving on her sweet body.
And, shit, having my cock right there, right against that tight slit of hers… I never showed such self-restraint in my life. But I wasn’t going to have it happen like that between us. No fucking way in hell.
I leaned in and kissed Belle’s forehead.
There was so much bullshit running through my mind. It was part of the reason I never got involved with women. But this wasn’t just a woman with Belle… this was…
“We haven’t talked in like ten minutes,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I said.
“You said you had to talk to me.”
“I did say that. Look, babe, I’m waiting for a call. I have to take care of some personal business. Until then, I’m not moving from this bed. I’m looking right at you. You have plenty to tell me, don’t you?”
“I’m a virgin,” Belle said.
I wasn’t expecting that.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh…”
“Sorry. I didn’t know how to bring it up. I hate myself for it. My friends think I’m crazy.”
“Wait a second, Belle,” I said. “Don’t ever doubt on yourself because of that.”
“Coming from the guy who slept with how many women?”
“This isn’t about me,” I said.
“I just… we’ve been so close to stuff happening and it’s just… does it freak you out?”
“No,” I said. “But if you let me in… I’m not going to carry that burden of a story, Belle. It’s going to happen how it happens.”
“I know. But I trust you with it. It’s just…”
“I get it,” I whispered. I leaned in and kissed her.
You’re an asshole, Slam.
“Trust me,” I said. “You don’t need to explain a thing to me about it. I’m not some young punk that’s going to laugh at that, okay? Your decisions matter, Belle. No matter if other people disagree.”
“It’s not that I made this a decision,” she said. “My father…”
Fucking Chief Richards.
“He was controlling?”
“Yeah. My mother was murdered, Slam.”
“Shit,” I said.
“Oh, fuck,” Belle said.
She tucked her head into my chest. I wasn’t going to allow that to happen. I reached down and forced Belle to look at me. There were tears in her eyes.
“Tell me, babe,” I said. “Trust me with it. Okay?”
She blinked fast and nodded. I put my palm to her soft cheek.
What the fuck am I trying to prove now? I’m in too deep with her. I’m falling…
“I was really young,” Belle said. “I just remember parts of everything, you know? Like what my brain could process at that time. My parents fighting. My father had an affair. The affair ended and my parents got back together. He had been working crazy hours but then it calmed. Right after the affair. Then he took a case. I think it was some kind of gun thing or something. I really couldn’t look into it. My father blocked it all out. He worked crazy again. He drank a lot. My mother relied on me a lot. Things were bad, Slam. So bad.”
“It’s okay,” I whispered. I stroked her cheek. “Take your time.”
“Something happened with the case. Suddenly my father was in a good mood. He took my mother out on a Friday. The next day she went grocery shopping. I stayed home to watch cartoons. That’s when it all changed. The revenge against my father wasn’t directed at my father. But at us. His family. The plan had been to kill me and my mother together. But I wasn’t with her when it happened. Someone shot her. As she was walking to her car from the grocery store.”