SLAM HER

by Jaxson Kidman

  I felt the emotion rage through me. Slam was going to use me? Slam had been trying to set my father up? That’s what this was all about?

  Before I knew what I was doing, my right hand went for a ride. I swung and smacked Slam in the face. The crack echoed, along with my whimper. I was pretty sure I hurt myself more than I hurt him.

  I turned and cradled my hand.

  Slam touched my shoulder and I wanted to shake him away, but I didn’t.

  “Babe, I’m telling you everything right now. Your father set me up through a fake witness. He screwed both of us. I got a hold of that witness and instead of killing him, I gave him to your father. A sign of power without violence. You’re the reason I made that decision to skip violence for once in my life. And I’m not done there yet. I meant what I said to you when you were drunk. If I wanted to do anything bad I could have right then. But seeing you in that position… fuck, Belle, it killed me a little.”

  His hand eased down my back and touched my waist. He got closer to me, pressing his chest to my back.

  “You rejected me,” I said. “When I was so vulnerable. And then you left me.”

  “Shit, babe, I didn’t leave you. I made sure you were okay. Then I had to take care of some business.”

  “When does that end? The business?”

  “It doesn’t,” he said without hesitation. “This is what I do. The Reap controls this town and keeps it safe. I know you know that. Your father is learning that too. This isn’t about cops and criminals anymore, it goes way beyond that.”

  “Meaning what?”

  Slam put his cheek to mine. “I want you forever, Belle. I want you to be my family. The family I never had. The family that was ripped from my soul. I’m the one vulnerable right now, babe. You have every right to kick me in the balls and drive away. Shit, you can even run my ass over and I wouldn’t fault you. But I know in your heart there’s truth you haven’t faced. About your father, your life, this town, the Reap, and me. This will work because I want to protect you for the rest of my life. I want to hold you, make you fucking smile, and I want to trace miles of lines on your body with my fingers.”

  “The fingers that have hurt so many people,” I whispered.

  “Fingers that would never hurt you, babe.”

  He was now killing me. His hands touching me. His breath everywhere. My toes curled in my shoes. I put my head back and hated myself for doing so. But I loved him. I had fallen so hard it was impossible to come back from.

  “How did you find me?” I asked.

  Slam laughed. “Auntie Ang called me.”

  “No way.”

  “You have no idea who that woman is. I can promise you that when we left that day, she called in favors to run checks on you. She knows more about you than I do probably. That’s just how she was raised to survive. She called to tell me she saw you on the rocks. Crazy ass woman. So I started to cruise your way, thinking you were trying something insane again. Then she called again to say you had left. So I pulled over to wait.”

  “So you stood there and waited for…”

  “For you,” he said. “For you, Belle. And I would stand right here for the rest of my life waiting for you.”

  “I want to be pissed at you, Slam.”

  “You should be.”

  “But I’m not. You said it right… the truths I know.”

  “I’m not lying about anything, babe. What you have right now is what you’ll have as long as you want it. I’m not going anywhere. Neither is the Reap.”

  “I’m not going anywhere either, Slam. My life has been nothing short of a mess, even before I lost my mother. But then you came crashing into my life. You saved me, Slam. And that wasn’t part of a plan. I could feel that you were jealous.”

  “I don’t get jealous.”

  I looked back at him. “Yes you do. All the time. I love that about you.”

  I forced myself to turn around. I faced Slam.

  “Yeah, right,” Slam said. “I wanted to claim you, Belle. That I did. That had nothing to do with anyone else or any motives. I claimed you. I knew what I was doing all this time when we were together. I knew you were untouched. I knew you never experienced anything real in the bedroom. It drives me wild. And I didn’t reject you, babe. I wasn’t taking that opportunity at that time. Call it the right thing to do, I call it a sign of my love for you, Belle. You were drunk. You were so emotionally beat up. You needed to feel loved, so that’s what I did. Not physical, but inside your heart.”

  “How romantic,” I said.

  “I don’t mesh well with that word.”

  “Did you really mean it?”

  “What?”

  “You really love me?”

  “Yes, Belle, I really love you.”

  “Then you’re going to do exactly what I say to do.”

  I had this sudden burst of power shoot through my body. I couldn’t believe what there was racing through my mind. It was such a pivotal moment in my life. I was tired of waiting. It was all I’d been doing. Just waiting. No more.

  I reached up and touched Slam’s face.

  “Okay?”

  “Anything you want,” he said to me.

  “Do you love me?”

  “I already said yes.”

  “Good.” I stepped back until I hit the hood of the car. “Right now, Slam… fuck me.”

  Fuck me.

  The words slipped out of my mouth knowing I’d never put them back in. Knowing I was going to look desperate and vulnerable. But I didn’t give a shit. I was in love with Slam and I wanted him. What more of a perfect moment than right there on the side of the road were Slam had saved me once before? I didn’t need some romantic night or some perfect setting. I had the perfect outlaw with the perfect body.

  “Right now,” I whispered.

  I waited for Slam to protest but he didn’t. He came right at me. His hands pulled me from the hood of the car, standing me back up. Pressing at my lower back, our bodies tight together. I could feel his cock already getting thicker.

  “If that’s what you want, that’s what you’re going to get,” he whispered.

  His lips flirted above mine. It was freaking torture. Then he kissed me.

  The rush was instant throughout my body.

  His hands came around and touched the front of my jeans. He went right to work.

  Holy shit… it was going to happen.

  Plus, how hot of a story was it to have that I lost my virginity on the hood of car on the side of the road? That alone would make the wait worth everything.

  “Babe, I’m going to need a lot of room,” Slam said, breaking the kiss. “These jeans and panties are coming off.”

  I bit my lip and nodded.

  Slam slipped his fingers to my hips and pushed. I felt my jeans and panties start to slide down my body. I leaned back, putting my hands to the hood of the car. Slam moved me so I was between the two headlights. Some of the light reflected off the chrome of his ride, giving us enough light to see everything.

  When my ass touched the hood, I jumped. I settled the best I could, my heart racing uncontrollably, and Slam stripped my jeans down to my ankles. Crouching down, he pulled my shoes off and did the same to my jeans. His hands then grabbed my panties and he took them off and dropped them on my jeans.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered.

  Slam stood back up, towering over me. He slipped his left hand to the back of my neck. He grabbed my hair and pulled, making me look up at him. He came forward and leaned down, kissing me again. Fuck, it was such a wild and hot kiss. We ran the risk of getting caught with each second passing by. The night was fully settling in. My day had gone from something lonely and tragic to this.

  To the hottest moment of my life.

  Slam touched my inner thigh and crept up, his fingertips grazing between my legs. Two fingers curled, gently stroking against my clit. He slipped them back down and thrust them forward, entering m
e. I bucked at him, groaning.

  A second later, his fingers were out of me. His lips left mine. I feared he was going to try and leave me again.

  “You’re ready,” he whispered. “So am I, babe. You want my cock? Get it.”

  I shuddered head to toe. My inner thighs shivered with anticipation.

  Slam put his hands to my bare waist and stared down.

  My hands moved forward and I grabbed the zipper of his jeans. I slid it down and reached in. His dick was everywhere, all twisted and sort of rolled up, unable to hide in such a small space for such a large object. I grabbed his belt buckle and tore it open. I opened his jeans. With both hands I grabbed the top of his boxers and pulled them down, watching the massive root of his cock appear. Then with my right hand, I grabbed him, pulling him free. I stroked him once, to his tip, and that was it. Enough fucking playing games. I wanted that beautiful cock inside me.

  I leaned back and tugged at his dick, pulling it toward me. I positioned him right to my center. As I moved him up and down, I watched my labia fold around him, hugging, welcoming.

  I inched forward and felt the head of his cock start to press at me.

  It was instant pressure. I shuddered again. My nerves were jumpy and I started to close up.

  “Easy, babe,” Slam whispered. He reached for my hand and took it away. “I’ll handle it from here.”

  I had my hands on the hood of the car. My eyes looked down, unable to look away from the moment I had been waiting for for so long.

  Slam slipped his hands to my lower back again and pulled.

  As he pulled at me, he pressed forward.

  I felt myself open like I had never been opened before. The head of his cock disappeared inside me.

  I’m not a virgin anymore…

  I watched as another inch slid into me - and I fucking felt it.

  Slam then pulled back, showing me the glistening head of his cock. He thrust forward, going to the same depth, then adding more. He repeated the same motion, over and over, gently fucking his way deep into my body. By then, he would pull himself halfway out and thrust forward again.

  My nails scraped against the hood of my car as he pulled back yet again. The feeling was so intense. Hard to describe, but it was a mix of pleasure and pain. But good pain. Really good pain. My insides formed around his thick shaft, feeling everything my hands and mouth had felt so many times already.

  Slam took his cock almost all the way out of me.

  “Look at me, babe,” he growled.

  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?”

  “Oh, shit,” I said, my head starting to fall back.

  This was really happening. I wasn’t on the pill or anything. What use would that have been to me? He was uncovered, deep inside me, his cock just a few thrusts away…

  “Yes!” I cried out into the night.

  Maybe I was on a sex high. Maybe I just was fucking crazy. But I saw a piece of my life starting and it was going to revolve around Slam. I’d carry his seed. I’d carry everything he gave me.

  “Fucking shit, babe, I love you,” he said.

  He kissed my neck and grunted as he fucked forward harder than eve
r. He moved his hands from my ass and I crashed to the hood of the car. His hands went back to where they started, holding my hips and lower back. With one more heavy thrust, Slam pounded deep into my core and started to come.

  I felt it…

  That hot cum splashing inside my body, coating my already warm and wet walls. Clinging to me, claiming me, fucking me slowly as he came inside me. That’s all I could think about as Slam kept going. I knew how much semen that could come out of him. It was like an endless supply.

  Each time he pressed forward, his fingers dug harder into my back. He didn’t want me to move. He wanted all of his cum deep in me.

  When Slam finally stopped, he was still inside me. I felt the pulse of his cock. He kissed up my neck and around to my mouth. Our tongues stole a few seconds before he broke away.

  “Fuck, babe,” he whispered.

  “Holy fuck,” I whispered back. “I can’t… I don’t even know what to say.”

  Slam reached up and touched my face. His thumb stroked my cheek. He leaned in and kissed me. That’s when he slowly started to pull out of me. My nails curled again, maybe harder than when he was fucking me.

  The second his cock popped free, my body gushed. I felt a warm spilling feeling between my legs. It actually felt really good. Slam broke the kiss and crouched down. He hooked my panties with his pointer finger and showed them to me.

  He grinned. “These I’m keeping, babe.”

  He was so fucking crazy and hot at the same time. He rolled up my panties and stuck them into his leather cut. Then he grabbed my jeans and helped me put them back on. It was almost a romantic gesture.

  When I put my feet on the ground, I was wobbly. My nerves were pulsing and racing. The world spun a little. I was achy, tender, but when Slam touched me, I wanted him again.

  “Now what?” I asked him.

  “You’re going to get into your car, babe, and go home.”

  “What?”

  Slam grinned again. He gently kissed my lips. “And I’m going to follow you… this night is just beginning…”

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