SLAM HER

by Jaxson Kidman

  (slam)

  *NOW*

  My balls rumbled as I rode back into town, following Belle. I rode with one arm, smoking using my other hand. My dick was far from done exploring the depths of Belle’s body. Goddamn. That was the only word that came to mind. She wasn’t my first virgin, but she was definitely the first real virgin woman I ever experienced. And of all damn things, she wanted some fucking outlaw prick like me to rip her up. And on the hood of her damn car.

  A man could only hold back for so long. I had planned something a little different for her, but it all seemed fitting. Plus, I had been damn scared. I could admit to myself alone that I had been fucking afraid. When Auntie Ang called and said Belle was messing on those rocks I thought she had been trying to do herself in.

  Fuck, that would have killed me. To lose her? Fuck that.

  I throttled my ride as I held my smoke between my teeth.

  I couldn’t think anything negative anymore.

  It was all about being positive. I was going to get the prick that killed Belle’s mother and settle the score. Ricky had called and I was planning on going right over but then Auntie Ang called and my plans changed. I should have been going after the prick right then but I was tailing Belle back to her place.

  This was about her.

  Shit, I had confessed my original plan to her and all I got was a slap across the face. This woman was either fucking perfect for me or just dumb. Hell, if she really did love me, then she was dumb.

  I laughed to myself as I finished my smoke and tossed it away.

  We were a minute away from Belle’s apartment.

  I didn’t want to tell her my plan until it was done. There would be no chance of regret or remorse. This was my gift to her. I could never bring her mother back. I could never spin the wheels of time the other way and stop it from happening. But what I could control was the pain. I could make the right person feel the right pain.

  This romance and falling in love stuff was out of my league but I was in the middle of the fucking game.

  We pulled into the apartment parking lot and I stopped my ride next to her car. When Belle turned her head and looked at me, she smiled so beautifully innocent. Her mind was racing with the thoughts of me fucking her on the hood of the car.

  I killed my engine and climbed off my ride.

  She got out of her car and I went right for her.

  A kiss to her cheek, I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

  Before we even took one step I felt my life fucking changing.

  This woman… I was going to marry her and she was going to have my kids.

  The deadbolt was locked, the chain lock done, and my leather cut was on the floor in the dining room. Her shoes were off, her hands clawing at my face, and her body collided into mine. I lifted her up and walked her right to the bedroom. Goddamn, she was going to feel all of this tomorrow and days after that. That was okay though. The more it hurt now the better it would feel later.

  I put her on her feet in the bedroom and stripped her of her shirt. She reached back and unsnapped her bra as I unhooked my belt buckle. I couldn’t wait to get fucking butt ass naked with her and roll around in the sheets. I had nothing but time with her right then.

  Well, until I had to take off and kill the man that killed her mother.

  Maybe a regular guy would have brought Belle roses as a romantic gesture. Not me. This was how outlaw’s did it.

  Her bra hit the floor and my eyes hit her tits. Fuck they were perfect. I reached for her and she let out a small gasp and covered her mouth. Her arms pressed together, covering her breasts.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You’re bleeding!” Belle cried out.

  I looked down and sure as fuck there was blood on my shirt. Actually there was blood on each side of my shirt. I lifted up my shirt and saw that I was bleeding from scratch marks from Belle.

  “I did that?” she asked.

  I touched the cut and smiled. “Damn, babe, I knew I was good…”

  “No, Slam, you’re fucking amazing.”

  “You’ve got nothing to compare me to,” I said.

  “I don’t need anything else to compare to,” she shot back.

  I took my shirt off and Belle lowered her arms.

  Those perfect tits just hung there, her nipples visibly erect. She opened her jeans and leaned forward as she slithered out of them. Not wearing panties this time provided a really good look for Belle. Seeing those jeans down at her ankles and the smooth cut of her pussy drove me wild. When she stepped out of her jeans, I watched her slit open and close, as though it were calling to me.

  Belle then stepped back to the bed and sat down. She seductively opened her legs - like she had done the night she was drunk - and I looked at that sweet pussy of hers. My mouth was suddenly parched. I needed a little taste of that clit before I went back inside her.

  She wasn’t expecting the move I made as I dropped my jeans and boxers, kicked off my boots, and came at her with my huge cock stiff like a rod. I dropped to one knee and grabbed the insides of her thighs. She let out a cry and grabbed at my shoulders.

  “Easy there, kitty,” I said. “You going to cut me again?”

  “Only if you do it right,” she purred.

  I had to give it to her - one round with my cock and she was suddenly a sex expert and learned how to fucking flirt like the best. Top that with those pretty eyes and her natural beauty and she was a total death threat.

  Fuck that… she’d already killed me.

  But it was worth it.

  I winked at her and moved forward. My mouth latched to the hood of her clit, my tongue peeling her back like I was licking a stamp. Fuck, babe, there was a special delivery coming very soon.

  Belle sucked in a breath and thrust herself at me. My tongue rolled around her clit, savoring her sweet flavor. All I wanted was a taste. So that’s what I got and then I started to kiss up her body. Kiss after kiss, I realized I was going slower than normal. I wanted to kiss all those little spots on her body. Just below her belly button. Just above it. Kissing the bottom of her ribs. A little freckle just below her right breast.

  Shit, I really did love her. I wanted to explore, taste, fuck, comfort every inch of her body.

  I kissed all the way to her mouth and leaned my lower half against hers.

  The look on her face was helpless as my cock started to open her again. Her mouth fell open and I could tell she was in pain again. She bit her lip and nodded to me. Telling me it was okay.

  Her pussy sheathed me as tight as before, an intense tightness and squeeze that threatened to pull the cum out of me in just seconds. I couldn’t pull back, no fucking way. My balls were already tight, my cock locked and loaded with another round of cum.

  So I just kept pressing, slowly, feeling every inch of my long and thick cock penetrate her.

  When I was to the hilt, I gave a little buck of my hips to make sure there wasn’t a spot missed inside her.

  Belle let out a whimper and then kissed me.

  We fucking kissed so wild… and then I started to fuck her.

  My feet planted on the floor, my hands holding those beautifully curved hips of hers, and I just fucked. Hard, fast, watching the way her body reacted to me. Her tits were perfect as they bounced against my thrusts. I got so wild that Belle grabbed herself, holding her tits. That did nothing but bad things to me. Bad, but good. I sucked in a breath and held back from spilling inside her. My eye moved up and down Belle’s body too. Watching the way my cock slammed into her, I was certainly living up to my name.

  I reached down and placed my right thumb to her clit. That set her on fire even more. She started to buck at me, her ass jumping on and off the bed. She grabbed for my wrist, letting her left tit go. Her right hand then grabbed the sheets. Her back arched, her tits high in the air, still dancing to the rhythm of my thrusts.

  Her nails sank into my wrist as she cried out.

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p; “Yes, babe,” I said, “come all over me. Right now.”

  Her hips jiggled and then she started to come.

  I never experienced what I felt in that moment with Belle. My feelings and movements were going far beyond fucking her. This was about loving her. My true protection of her body, heart, soul, and her pleasure. No woman should go without all of that.

  I worked her through the orgasm and then I shocked her when I slipped out of her.

  She let out a growl and I thought she was going to attack me.

  “Slam!” she yelled.

  My cock was throbbing, just seconds away from coming. I was going to give myself blue balls for the sake of Belle’s pleasure.

  I leaned over her body and softly kissed her mouth.

  Then I put my lips to her ears. “It’s your turn, babe… get on top of me…”

  She was shaking.

  It was such a beautiful sight. Another sliver of her innocence showing. She stared down at me, over those amazing tits of hers. Her right hand was on the headboard, her left hand holding my cock. My hands gently kneaded at her ass, trying to keep her relaxed.

  “Slowly,” I whispered.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

  I pulled at her, inching her down, bringing her pussy to my cock.

  She let out a groan as her body accepted me again. Her legs jerked, the squeezing pressure against my cock was almost too much to take.

  I had to give her credit. She took all of me without jumping off and trying again.

  Her ass rested against my legs. She had both hands on the headboard. She stared down at me, her hair in her face, her tits hanging in my face.

  “You’re perfect,” I whispered. My hands caressed up to her back and to her sides. “So fucking perfect, babe. Now you’re going to make me come.”

  I lifted her up and lowered her body. Her body felt a little limp at first as she got used to the intense feeling of being on top. She quickly figured it all out though, working and pumping that sweet body of hers on top of mine. My hands eased up even more, cupping her breasts. Her hands slid off the headboard and down to my chest. She locked her elbows and kept rocking against me. When she pulled forward, I thrust at her. We worked together, fucking each other. Our eyes and lips were far apart, and I couldn’t believe I cared about that fact.

  I moved my right hand to her lower back. The harder I fucked up at her, the more my balls bounced and I knew how little time I had left there. They were like rocks and I needed relief. My other hand moved up to the back of her neck and I pulled her down to kiss me. The second her tits touched my bare chest, I growled. My hand spread wide across her back, pushing at her.

  I wanted it fucking faster… and that’s what Belle gave me.

  Her legs quivered as she forced herself to keep moving.

  She kissed so sloppy, moaning in between seconds of our tongues colliding together.

  That’s when I waved the white fucking flag.

  I thrust up and held there, my cock finally able to release.

  Belle was still riding me but she quickly froze when the first spurt of cum came out of me. Her mouth opened mid kiss and she just let out a whimper.

  I quickly smacked at her hips with both hands and worked her pussy against me, pulling and pushing with the pulsing of my dick. Each time I came, I growled, pulling Belle up, letting her pussy slide against my shaft. I felt my cum deep inside her core, knowing that between our first fuck and this fuck, something crazy was going to happen. I wanted a fucking family. I wanted Belle. I wanted our baby.

  I slipped my hands to under her legs and lifted her up. I kept fucking her, slow but thorough, loving the way it felt. How messy we were together. A mix of her cum and mine.

  When I released my hold on her, she collapsed to my chest. I rolled to my right and gently placed her on her bed. We faced each other, kissing, touching, a mix of sex and sweat. The sweet and salty smell of her scent and mine. We were perfect together.

  Her right leg was draped over mine. My cock rested between her legs, still pulsing as it lost its steam. I could still feel the heat raging from her pussy.

  “Holy shit,” she whispered, breaking our silence. “That’s what it’s like? That’s what I missed out on?”

  “No, babe,” I said. “You didn’t miss a thing. Nobody fucks like I do. Trust me.”

  Belle touched my face. “I do trust you, Slam. This is all crazy.”

  “I know it is,” I said. “It’ll work itself out.”

  I knew what I needed to do next. The worst thing probably considering the way Belle looked at me. She wanted me to hold her. She wanted me to caress her entire body. She wanted me to fuck her again. And trust me, that’s what I wanted more than anything in the world. But the opportunity that waited outside couldn’t be ignored. One last wild outlaw ride and then the dust could finally settle.

  I kissed her forehead and pulled back a few inches. “Belle…”

  “You have to go.”

  “Shit. How’d you know?”

  “I can see it in your eyes,” she said. “I respect what you do, Slam. I get it. I get the Reaper’s Bastards.”

  “That means a lot to me,” I said. “But this isn’t club business, babe. This is for you.” I kissed her again and climbed out of the bed.

  Belle got to the edge of the bed. “What do you mean?”

  I looked over my shoulder at her. “You’ll find out soon enough. You just stay put in that bed. I’ll be back soon enough.”

  I dressed myself and turned to the beautiful naked woman in her bed. It was a cruel sight because I didn’t want to leave her.

  I put my forehead to Belle’s but I didn’t kiss her goodbye. There was no goodbye. I was going to come back and get that kiss from her.

  I told her I loved her and she told me the same.

  Somehow the outlaw inside me had found romance. I was far from being tamed, I just found something else to fight for in life.

  Outside, I started my motorcycle and looked at the apartment building.

  Family.

  That’s what it was all about.

  That’s what the Reap was about.

  That was the mission for my future.

  I had my club, my brothers.

  In that apartment I had my girl and I hoped a life inside her.

  But right then… it was time to be a true outlaw - it was time to kill.

  I had the location and I had a plan. Knox promised he would give me support if I needed it. I wasn’t going to need support. This was all me.

  I was fucking ten minutes into my ride when I saw the cherry lights behind me. I heard the blip blip of a siren.

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  I throttled my ride and sped up. If I really wanted to, I could have burned the PD. I knew all the roads and I had the speed and ability to move faster and more agile than a fucking police cruiser.

  Instead, I took the higher road. I pulled to the side of the road. I had no illegal weapons on me. I had no drugs. I had no reason to worry. Shit, if the cop wanted to frisk me, yeah I was carrying a weapon, but he needed to have a reason to search me. And by then, I’d just fucking take off again.

  The officer climbed out of his cruiser. I stepped off my ride and turned.

  The officer took out his gun and shot right at me.

  Bang! Bang!

  Two bullets zinged right by. He missed on purpose, for whatever fucking reason, but he sure as fuck had my attention.

  He closed right in on me, then swung his gun, cracking me across the jaw.

  I fell back and he ordered me to the ground.

  “What the fuck is this?” I yelled.

  “You’re fucked,” the officer yelled. He dropped a knee right my ribs. “Chief wants you locked up for a long fucking time now.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  The officer put the gun to my head and ordered me to my stomach. I had no choice but to liste
n. The prick cuffed me and stood me up. He walked me to his cruiser and threw me against it.

  “Are you going to answer me?” I screamed.

  The officer smashed my face off the hood of the car. He leaned down and smiled at me.

  “You were fucking tailing his daughter,” the officer said. “And you just left her apartment. You’re fucked, Slam. You’re not going to see the sun rise.”

  I was supposed to be out killing the man that killed Chief’s wife. Instead, he thought I was hurting his daughter.

  Of all the bad shit my father ever did to me, there was one thing that stuck in my mind. He was hammered one night and he looked right at me. He said. “Son, stay away from pussy. It’ll kill you.”

  Those words popped into my head.

  Looks like my old man was right.

  thirty-two

  (belle)

  *NOW*

  I heard the pounding on my door and I jumped up. I scrambled to get dressed and ran out of bedroom to the kitchen to get a knife. When I answered the door and saw my father standing there, it was a complete shock to me.

  “A knife to answer the door,” he said.

  “Dad? What are you…”

  “How long has he been following you?”

  “What? Who?”

  “Slam.”

  My heart sank. My eyes went wide. “What are you… wait…”

  “Longer than I thought,” he said. He curled his lip. “I knew this would happen. That scumbag gang is going after you to get to me.”

  “What?”

  “I’m going to show you what I do to people who mess with my daughter.”

  “No. It’s not what you think.”

  “We got him, Belle,” Dad said. “One of my guys has him on the side of the road. He’s cuffed. He can’t hurt you.”

  I put the knife down. I shook my head. “He’s not hurting me. He’s not following me.”

  “I got a call about him following you. Then I got another call of him leaving here. He was spying on you. Probably surveying the building for an attack.”

  “No!” I called out. “Will you listen to me for once?”