I looked at him.
“I love you,” he said.
“I lo…”
Slam kissed me.
Then he thrust as hard as he could, breaking the rest of his way inside me.
Just like that I was filled beyond capacity. I couldn’t kiss him. My mouth hung open, groaning. My lower half tried to jump back, demanding relief, unsure of the feeling. But Slam’s hands were right there. Squeezing at my hips, he kept me right there in place, making sure I took every thick inch of his cock.
He held himself there, his legs and ass flexing, pounding into the deepest of depths.
I lost my breath for a few seconds and lost my mind for even longer.
I forced myself to tilt my head back so I could see Slam’s face.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, babe, it’s perfect…”
“Yes. It. Is.”
That was the best I could do.
I felt like my brain was between my legs. That’s where all my senses, feelings, wants, needs, everything simply existed.
Slam pulled back and thrust forward. He was like a battering ram and I was the door he wanted to knock down. The harder he fucked, the more I bounced on the hood of the car. My hands were sweating so badly they were sliding off the hood. So I grabbed for Slam. Not his leather cut. Not his shirt. I wanted skin. I wanted muscle. I forced my hands up his shirt and sank my nails into him. I then leaned back more on the hood of the car. I lifted my legs and let him have at it.
When he thrust forward, I bucked my hips at him, wrestling against the strong hold he had on me. It was all instinctive. The tingling sensation of pain still lingered and would for days, but the intense demand for more pleasure took control. And for every inch I moved back on the hood was an inch Slam closed in on me.
Our foreheads touched and our breaths were entwined. My helpless cries of fantasy pleasing pleasure went out to the night. In return, Slam grunted each time he thrust at me. My body had quickly become accustomed to him… or at least the best it could.
He took himself out of me for a second, hissing, then kissing me. He thrust forward, slamming against my pussy. It was like the first time again, my body ripping open as he fucked so beautifully hard.
I cried out as we kissed, my scream muffled and stolen by the movement of Slam’s tongue in my mouth.
I scratched at his hard muscle as I took his even harder cock deeper inside me. I felt the way his stomach rolled and flexed with each powerful thrust.
Fucking hell, there was nothing like it in the world.
I could feel the round and defined head of his cock reaching places never explored in my life. Not by my own fingers - or even a few toys I had used. The territory had been unclaimed and now it was all Slam’s.
The ridge of the head of his cock pulled and pushed against my insides, bringing wetness that I didn’t know I had. My toes were curled tighter than before, actually hurting. I let out a gasp as my stomach felt like it had been punched - without the pain though. I pressed forward, nails grabbing at his body even harder. For a second I thought I was going to lift off the hood of the car and explode. That’s how intense the orgasm hit me. My pussy begged to squeeze tight but there was no room. Slam had me full. When he pulled back, I felt a gushing feeling. Then he thrust forward and I felt an even fuller feeling. Back and forth, over and over, I started to come so hard my scream and cries became breathless whimpers. Tears filled my eyes as I stared at him. My lips moved, puckering, begging for a kiss. I probably looked like a dying fish, but whatever.
It was that fucking good.
My ass lifted up off the hood into the air, flexing to impossibly tight. My body demanded relief as it rocked hard against Slam’s dick. Slam quickly put his hands around to my ass and held me there, keeping me straight and level with his body. I thought maybe for a second he would ease up and give me a second to catch my breath, but that wasn’t fucking going to happen.
Not with Slam.
His forehead touched mine again and he let out a growl that was deep. It almost shook the ground. His eyes were beautiful damaged. His lip curled as though he was angry, but I could feel him getting ready to go. His already thick cock filled up even more. Each thrust forward reached that wild depth and each pull back took him almost out of my body. He was thorough with his movements and my body welcomed him, the wet sound of us coming together. I never experienced that sound before (obviously) and it was a sound I’d never forget and I’d always want to experience.
“Fuck, babe,” he groaned, “I’m right there. I’m going to fucking come inside you.”
“Yes,” I purred. “Slam, yes.”
“Babe, I’m bare inside you,” he said with his teeth starting to grit. His speed hadn’t slowed a bit. “You’re taking my seed. All of it. You’re holding it deep in your womb. You got that?”