Slam had his hand on my wrist still, holding me down.
He started to jerk himself, lowering his cock down to my ass. Gripping his thick root tight, he started to slap me with his dick. That steel rod hit with a smack! sound over and over, making me cry out.
Never in my life had I wanted someone inside me like I did Slam. And he wasn’t going to give it to me right then. That made it even hotter.
His hand started to pump harder, faster. Beads of sweat collected on his chest and trickled down. The look on his face told me he was actually enjoying this. As his hand scaled root to tip, I wondered how many pumps were left until he came. It was fucking exciting.
Slam started to lean down even more. He took his hand from my wrist and he touched my face. Next thing I knew he was closing in on me. My lips quivered a second before he kissed me. His cock touched my ass again. I felt his hand pumping, touching me, his cock bouncing. He was so rough with himself as he moved faster. His tongue darted into my mouth, leaving me with a slight taste of myself.
Between my legs, my pussy ached to be touched again. To be fucked. Really fucked.
He kissed me as hard as his hand jerked his cock.
It was by far the absolute, hottest moment of my life. Nothing had compared to this moment. Ever. Not even close.
Slam stopped kissing me for a second, putting his forehead to mine.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered. “Slam…”
“Babe, my balls are so tight. I’m almost there. I’m going to fucking smother you with my cum. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Louder, babe.”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck! Yes!”
Slam kissed me again. Harder than before. I felt his body thrusting. His balls gently tapped against my thigh. He groaned into my mouth. When he broke the kiss again, he let out a hissing sound and then made a quick move.
Slam grabbed my hand and put it to the middle of his shaft. I pulled up on him, just once, and he started to come.
I looked down and watched as the first intense spurt of cum shot up my wrist and arm. All the way to my elbow his hot seed clung to my skin. My hand raced down and jerked again. Another spurt shot out, hitting the side of my body.
Slam quickly stood up and took control. He pushed my hand away and jerked himself onto my ass. Two more white blobs of cum clung to me. His left hand grabbed at my inner thigh and he pushed, opening my legs. Bending his legs and coming forward, I strained with my mouth and eyes wide open as he was still squirting cum all over me. I had never seen a man orgasm like that before.
The tip of his cock was against my soft labia as he came again. I felt him touch me, his semen splashing against my wetness, leaving my entire body tingling head to toe.
“Ah, fuck, babe,” he growled. “You are fucking something special…”
He stood up and took a step back, admiring what he had painted on me. It may have just been splotches of cum, but to me and him it read very clear: SLAM’S PROPERTY.
He kept jerking himself and I watched as more cum collected at the tip of his dick and dripped down to the back of my leg and to the bed.
When he was finished he wiped his hand down the back of my left leg and stood there. His hands were balled into his fists. Breathing heavy. His huge cock still pulsing, bouncing up and down. Those evil, villain eyes still devouring me.
I was so screwed. So fucking screwed.
Slam owned me.
twenty-two
(slam)
*NOW*
I couldn’t get enough of Belle. That was a serious problem. It was day after day of me eating that sweet and juicy pussy and day after day of her dropping to her knees and staring up at me with those big blue eyes as she sucked me off. I came so much and so hard and so often that I actually - for a split second - thought I was getting worn out.
My plan was getting all fucked up though. I wasn’t putting her in a corner. I hadn’t popped her cherry and taken her virginity. And I sure as hell hadn’t rubbed it in Chief Richards face yet that I was bringing his sweet baby girl into my world of outlaw debauchery.
Worse yet, Knox and the guys had lost track of Tommy.
I sat at an empty table in the chapel with a smoke and a beer. Deep thinking was never a good thing for me. All that shit did was drum up old demons. The way I grew up. The way I got into the Reap. Running some nasty deals for years. Blowing up cars. Setting fires. Getting arrested over and over. Picking fights just to do it. Stealing. All for the goddamn cut I wore each and every day.
I was covered in grease from trying to work on motorcycles to ease my mind. That did shit. I went to the gym and tangled up with a few guys but that got out of control. A little sparing session turned into me knocking out two guys. I was greasy, bloody, and very unsettled. There wasn’t enough smoke or whiskey in the world right then to help me.
Just as I was about to finish my smoke, the door busted open and in came Matteo. The first thing I saw was blood on his face.
“We got him,” he said.
I stood up. “What?”
“We fucking got Tommy.”
“Is that his blood on your face?” I asked.
Matteo grinned and wiped the blood away. “Damn right, brother. Knox wanted me to come get you. Before anything got too far.”
“Ah, shit,” I yelled.
I downed my beer and took off after Matteo as he left the chapel and charged through the garage area. Knox was yelling orders. The garage bays were all shut down and locked. We sent the employees packing, telling them there was an emergency at the place we needed to shut down for the day.
Through the back of the garage there was an opening that led to a storage area.
That’s where Tommy was.
Fucking chained to a chair, sitting there, bleeding. The second I saw him, I saw death in his eyes. I thought about what he had done to me, to the Reaper’s Bastards. Under different circumstances a bullet would have been in his skull already.
Liam stood next to the chair. He wound up and threw another punch, hitting Tommy in the jaw. The chair tipped off two legs but he didn’t fall over. He let out a crying sound as blood dripped from his mouth.
When Liam put his fist back for another punch, I stopped him.
“Let me talk to him,” I said.
“Everyone clear out,” Knox ordered. “Watch the front of the garage.”
As the guys walked by me, they all patted my shoulder. Shit, I was alone with this prick now. What the fuck did trouble have to do with anything? Right? I could get my revenge on him. Cut him limb by limb. Gut him even. Let him bleed out and think about how he fucked me over.
“What’s the move?” Knox asked.
I crouched down and grabbed Tommy’s jaw. “You know what you did to us, right?”
“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“I was high.”
“Fuck that excuse. Why?”
“I just told you…”
I reached back for my gun. Tommy started to thrash and scream.
“Jesus, Slam,” Knox said.
I put the gun under Tommy’s chin and forced his head back. “Calm down and talk to me.”
Tommy was suddenly calm. He was shaking and crying, but calm.
I eased the gun away. “I don’t want to shoot you. Don’t make me do it. Tell me why you fucked me.”
“I had to,” Tommy said. “I owed money to too many people, okay? So I decided to cut a deal. To protect myself.”
I looked back at Knox.
Knox shook his head. He turned and threw a punch at the wall.
That was a risk we took when we did runs like that for people.
“And you cut a deal with Chief Richards?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Chief Richards had been watching Tommy meet with us. He stopped Tommy and tried to set him up, forcing Tommy to turn
on the club. So Tommy ratted out about the guns, the box truck, everything. That’s what put me in the hot seat. Chief Richards could have busted into the MC with warrants and got all of us on major gun charges. Instead, he singled me out. Because that’s what he did.
I stood up and grabbed Tommy by the throat.
He started crying again. “Please don’t kill me.”
“I’m not going to kill you. But you’re going to do something for me now. For my club.” I squeezed tighter at Tommy. “If you don’t do exactly what I say to do, we will find you and kill you. Because Chief Richards never followed up with his protection, did he?”
“No,” Tommy said in a hoarse voice.
“You never signed papers, did you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“He said that would come later.”
“Then what happened?”
“He arrested you, took my stash, and kicked me to the side of the road.”
“That’s good to hear. Because now… you two are going to fuck each other.”
I let Tommy go and walked away.
Knox blocked the door. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to play this hand the right way, brother. Keep him alive. He’s going to be our leverage play. A power play.”
“How so?”
“Call a chapel meeting. I have places to go.”
Knox put a hand to my chest. “What the fuck are you trying to prove? We could take him out right now.”
“Bigger picture, Knox. Part of my plan.”
“Tell me this has nothing to do with the amount of time you’ve been spending with Belle. You were supposed to take care of that too.”
I grinned. “I’m staying out of trouble. But I’m still causing. Trust me on this, Knox. Okay?”
“Here I thought you were going to knock this guy out.”
“I still am…”
I turned and Tommy started to scream. One good right hook took him down and out. He hit like a brick being dropped and Knox rushed to check for a pulse.
“Fuck,” Knox said.
“Keep him alive. I’m going to tell you my plan right now and then I’m leaving. You bring it to the table.”
“What are you trying to do here?”
I didn’t respond to Knox.
But for once in my life… I was trying to do the right thing.
twenty-three
(belle)
*THEN*
I hated his job. He worked dumb hours and he and Mom always fought over it. Last year there was something really wrong. He left for a little while and had a girlfriend named Maggie. Mom called Maggie a cheap whore, but I didn’t know what that meant until later. And I didn’t understand until later that Mom and Dad had tried to divorce. Because Dad and Maggie got close. Maggie was a cop too. But then Maggie got hurt and moved away. When she left, Dad came back and he and Mom were fine again.
They planted together in the garden.
They made iced tea and drank it on the deck, laughing.
I even heard their bed squeak at night. Mom said she and Dad were tickling each other. I believed them. Until later when I realized what they were actually doing.
It was all good. Really good.
Two years of good stuff happening.
Then Dad had to talk to Mom. I was sent upstairs but I tried to spy. He was talking about a case. Something with a bad guy. A really bad guy. Dad wanted to get the guy. But to do it, Dad would need to work crazy hours. If he pulled this off, he’d get a promotion and that meant more money and better hours.
That night, Mom cried.
The next day Dad left for three whole days. I thought he had another cheap whore but he was just working a lot. They were building a bigger case against the original case. I didn’t know what that meant. But Dad worked a lot. He looked tired. He didn’t get his haircut like he usually did. He grew a beard and it was grey and made him look funny. His eyes got darker and I noticed he drank from the bottle in the special holiday cabinet a lot.
That’s when they started fighting again.
Every night, sometimes for hours. Dad would drink. Mom would yell. Dad would yell back. Mom would cry. Then they’d each come and talk to me.
I begged Dad to stop the case. He said soon.
I tried to believe him and I tried to be happy.
The sad and strange part was that everything settled. It became something normal for us. Dad working days at a time. Mom cooking dinner for me and her. She would stare at her food, looking sad. Nobody ever asked me about school. Nobody came to the art show. They forgot about soccer in the spring. My birthday came and went with a quick party that Dad didn’t even attend. All because of the case.
When I blew out my candles, you know what I wished for?
I wished for the case to be over. I wished for it to somehow die. I wished for that really bad guy to just disappear or get hurt or get caught by someone else. I wished for my Mom and Dad back together, like they were after the cheap whore. I wished that my life could be normal.
I was way too young to understand what I was saying or thinking, but it was all there.
I blew out those candles so hard, I spit on the cake. Everyone laughed. Nobody cared though; they all ate the cake. I got a new bike for my birthday, without training wheels. I wanted Dad to help me learn how to ride it. But it was only Mom there. I leaned on her and she leaned on me. I didn’t understand what that meant at that age, but I somehow knew it was important to both of us.
It was Saturday morning. Time for cartoons. They still had cartoons on then in the morning. Usually Mom would go grocery shopping on Friday but Dad surprised her and took her out dancing! They hired a babysitter named Jennie, who was sort of nice, mostly mean, and talked to her boyfriend on the phone all night. But I was happy my parents were out.
So that morning my mother decided to go grocery shopping. She asked if I would go with her and I said no. She made me pancakes, extra butter and syrup, and I had a glass of OJ. I settled in on the living room floor, on my belly, with my food on the floor. My feet were in the air, tapping, kicking, twisting.
Best. Saturday. Ever.
That’s what I always thought though.
But that Saturday… no way. That was not the best Saturday ever.
It turned out to be the worst Saturday ever.
That Saturday… my mother left and never came back.
twenty-four
(belle)
*NOW*
I was on the verge of tears when I heard the knock at the door. There was so much lingering between me and Slam it was hard to swallow. He had to have known by then that something was wrong with me. A man like that didn’t see the same women more than once without fucking her. And even that… was he fucking other women?
It wasn’t like we were together. Or going steady or even dating. It was just…
He loved to go down on me. All. The. Time.
And in return I loved to test my limits with his cock in my mouth. Thinking the words made me blush and turned me on. Slam had officially became the greatest distraction I could have ever asked for. Everything he said had come true. I never heard from Kyle again. And when I talked to my father, he said Kyle contacted him to say he was moving out of state. That he took some new job and he was sorry he let me down.
I opened the door and Slam stood there like the giant outlaw he was. His eyes were always brooding, always up to something.
I could only whisper his name. “Slam.”
“Babe,” he said. “We need to talk.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked. I instantly looked for blood on Slam, thinking something bad happened.
Slam stepped forward. His hands grabbed my hips. I stepped back, definitely sensing something was way off. Maybe Slam knew something. All the times we were together and not even a hint of actual sex. But the other stuff was so good though. At least for me.
“Fuck,” Slam whis
pered.
“What?”
“You’re goddamn beautiful, Belle. I can’t stop looking at your eyes. I can’t stop wanting to touch your body. I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I’m making decisions I wouldn’t have made before I met you. Shit is getting out of control here.”
I swallowed hard. “What are you trying to say?”
“There’s some stuff I want to tell you.”
“I have something to tell you. About me. It’s kind of important.”
Slam leaned down and kissed me. “Okay, babe. I want to hear everything. I want to tell you everything. Then we can see where it all ends up.”
“Ends up? What does that mean?”
Slam kissed me again. My body was on fire for him.
I started to step back and Slam stayed with me. We were in silence, stealing kisses from each other, me backing up, him pursuing me. As I crept by the kitchen, my mouth was trembling with fear. I didn’t want to tell him that I was virgin and have him freak out. Him kissing as much as he was couldn’t go without the ultimate gift. My pussy was already wet and I reached between his legs and felt the massive hardness waiting for me.
At my bedroom door, I hit it but it didn’t open.
Slam kissed me even harder.
His hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted. He tore it off right there at my door. He reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra. His rough fingers slid the straps down my arms and tossed it down the hallway. His hands touched just under my breasts and slid down.
“Holy shit,” I groaned.
My breasts were tight and tingling, my nipples shivering until they were rock hard. I was desperate to be touched and he knew it. He fucking knew it and he fucking knew how to control me.
When his fingers touched the top of my pants, I let out another groan.
Slam kissed me again as he opened my pants. He pushed them down, along with my panties, down to my knees. He then broke the kiss and looked down, so I looked down too. Lifting one foot, in maybe one of the hottest moves I’d ever seen and experienced, Slam put his boot to my panties and stepped. It forced my clothes down to my ankles. I then forced myself to step out… and there I was, completely naked for Slam, standing at my bedroom door.
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