Slamming Demon: A Pounding Hearts Novel

by Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty

  “So fucking beautiful,” he tells me as I drift back down to earth, falling from orgasmic heaven. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  “That was so amazingly good,” I pant and squirm in his still tight grasp. “Seriously, way better than I remember. But I still need you.”

  “Say it again,” Brett demands, releasing my wrists and lifting up enough to tear the shirt off of his back.

  “I need you,” I repeat, my breasts rising and falling with each panting breath as I watch him undress.

  Shirt gone, Brett goes to his knees between my spread thighs and tears at his belt. “Again,” he demands.

  My stomach flutters with excitement as he unlatches his belt and shoves down his pants. “I need you, Brett. I’ve always needed you.”

  Reaching down, he grabs my dress and I feel myself lifted off of the ground as he pulls it over my head.

  “Mandy,” Brett groans as he pulls me into his arms and lowers me gently back down. He comes down on top of me until his chest is pressing against my breasts. “I need to be inside you.”

  I nod my head, my throat tightening up with emotion. He lifts my leg, grabbing me by the thigh at first. Then his fingers slide down my calf and he slips my heel off of my foot. He grabs my other leg and does the same to that foot. Both pumps gone, he wraps my legs around his waist.

  “You’re mine,” Brett tells me as I feel the crown of his cock nudging at my slick entrance. “Mine, Mandy. You are meant for me. We are meant to be.” Slowly his cock eases into me, just the tip, and my spine arches, my fingers grabbing at his shoulders. “And I was always meant to be inside you.”

  “Yes,” I breathlessly agree as Brett continues to ease his cock into me. Even after exploding against his mouth I feel incredibly tight, my walls have to stretch to accommodate him.

  “Nothing comes between us,” he groans out, his head falling forward. I watch his shoulders tense and feel him strain as he buries himself inch by slow inch. “Especially condoms. I’m never wearing another fucking condom again. Fuck, you’re so fucking hot and wet.”

  Feeling the need to spurn him on, I thrust my hips up and dig my heels into his ass, “You’re so fucking big.”

  Brett groans and slowly withdraws. I swear his slow pace is going to be the death of me. He has to fight the strength of my legs to get out of me. Then he slams back inside me so hard it’s like he’s trying to drive me through the ground to show who’s the strongest.

  “Brett,” I cry out, my nails clawing at his skin. His pace only quickens. In and out, he begins to jackhammer his cock into my body.

  “I was the first cock inside your tight little pussy,” he grunts into my ear as his cock crashes into the barrier to my womb. “And I will be the fucking last.”

  “Yes, yes,” I agree. The pleasure is so intense I’d agree to anything at this point. He’s so deep, pounding so hard, I feel his balls slapping against my ass.

  And then it happens. Normally, my orgasms kind of build up inside me. The pressure growing until I can no longer contain it and I break open, experiencing release and relief. But this orgasm just comes out of nowhere. It’s a force that won’t be denied, an orgasm to end all other orgasms.

  My vision goes white or maybe it’s all the faerie lights messing with me.

  “Oh god, I love you,” I scream out and feel Brett shudder against me.

  My pussy clamps down on him hard, and I feel him truly fighting me now, fighting against the grip of my walls as I’m lost in the total fucking bliss of my climax.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses and then I feel his hot sticky warmth spilling inside me. “Fucking draining me, baby.”

  When we’re done, when the last aftershock spasms through my overly sensitive pussy, and the last spurt of his warmth hits my deepest point, he grabs me tight. Taking me with him as he rolls onto his back.

  I curl against his side and we both stare up at the sky, taking in the stars while we catch our breaths.

  “That was amazing,” I sigh, and Brett rumbles in agreement.

  “Are you okay?” he asks and then he hand drifts down to my tummy. “Was I too rough? I don’t want to hurt the baby…”

  “I’m fine. We’re fine,” I reassure him.

  “Good,” he says and I can feel him relaxing. He kisses the top of my head. “Because you’re going to be pregnant a lot, and I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

  “Why is that?” I ask, pushing up on my elbow now so I can look down at him.

  “Why is what?”

  “Why do you want me pregnant so bad? Is it like a kink of yours or something?”

  Brett grabs me by the face and plants a deep kiss on my lips. “No, I don’t think so. Or fuck, maybe it is. I just know I want a big family.”

  “Okay,” I smile softly and lower back down until my head is resting on his bare chest. “I want a big family too.”

  “And,” he laughs. “I figure you can’t run away again if you’re waddling. I’ll always be able to catch you.”

  Epilogue

  Brett

  “I see the head!” the doctor tells us from between Mandy’s legs as my fairy wife grunts and lets out a growl. Again, she grips my forearm with all of her strength and pain. The little woman has quite the grip on her too.

  Holy shit, if she ever grabs my dick like that it will be ruined for days.

  Mandy has been pushing for the last half hour, and from what the nurses and doctor have said she is going fast and doing amazing. But I know it’s hurting her even if she has had the shot. She is in pain, and says the pressure is almost unbearable.

  I can’t imagine the pain she is going through, and I absolutely fucking hate seeing her in pain. Me, I can deal with my own pain. I can deal with the broken bones and bleeding wounds. Her? I want to weep like an ineffectual fuckhead. Everything is out of my hands. I can’t stop the pain hurting her, and I can’t do anything but wait until it’s done.

  I fucking hate this, but I’m also at one of the happiest times of my life. I am going to be a dad. Me, a dad. How fucked up is that?

  “Keep going, Mandy,” the doctor coaxes her.

  With that Mandy takes a deep, deep breath and then shrieks out as she pushes really hard and the doctor cheers her on. “Almost done, Mandy. You are almost done!”

  Mandy continues to push and push. Each time I can see she is hurting so much but is trying so fucking hard. I swear if I was her I would have just laid back and tapped out. Women are fucking nuts.

  “I am so proud of you, fairy girl,” I say as I push her hair from her eyes.

  Right now she is what I guess would be called a hot mess, and I have never seen a more beautiful woman in all of the world. She is the embodiment of beauty and womanhood, she is so fucking sexy too. I would be lying if I didn’t say I am slightly turned on by the fact she is pushing out my baby.

  “Come on, baby, just push a little more. You can do it.”

  Mandy reaches up, pulls my neck down and puts her lips to my ear. “I am going to fucking cut your dick off,” she whispers, then lets me go as I pull back and stare at her with wide eyes.

  She bats her eyelashes at me for the briefest of moments before grinning at me like a maniac. “Love you, honey.”

  She hunches up and it’s the last push before the doctor pulls our child out from between Mandy’s legs. The baby, our baby, let’s out a loud, wailing cry and the doctor tells me to come over.

  I look down and I don’t really have words for the amazing little being I see before me. He is such a little guy, and he is simply the coolest person I have ever met. I can tell already.

  When I am finally able to hold him in my arms, and I am the first person to be able to do it, I can’t help but look from a smiling Mandy to my handsome son and think I am the luckiest guy in the whole world.

  I have lived through so much shit and heartache, and I can’t believe I came out on the other side of the tunnel married to the woman of my dreams, and holding my firstborn s
on in my arms.

  “He’s perfect,” I say grinning at Mandy.

  She motions for me to bring her our son, and I’m not sure I want to let him go, but I do it for Mandy. She wraps her arms around him and kisses his forehead, and I can see the love flowing through her to him.

  “What will his name be?” the nurse asks.

  “Ryan Michael,” Mandy says, and I feel the sweetest sadness. That was the name of my dad.

  Leaning down, I kiss Mandy on the forehead, and then I kiss Ryan in the same spot. “I love you both so much.”

  Mandy smiles tiredly at me. “Love you, too.”

  Wrapping my arms around them, I vow to never let them go. I know firsthand how short life is, and I will cherish every fucking second I have with them.

  “We gotta do this again.”

  Brett & Mandy’s Playlist

  Brett’s Playlist

  Available on Spotify

  Blank Space - I Prevail

  Goodbye Agony - Black Veil Brides

  Divine - In Hearts Wake

  Gone - coldrain

  Lost It All - Black Veil Brides

  Darkest Part - Red

  Get Through This - Art Of Dying

  Heart vs. Mind - I Prevail

  Rising Up - Young Guns

  Jekyll And Hyde - Five Finger Death Punch

  Mandy’s Playlist

  Available on Spotify

  Compass - Zella Day

  Lonely People - Orla Gartland

  Die Young - Ke$ha

  Chronic - Phoebe Ryan

  Take You To Heaven - Nina Nesbitt

  Save Me - Moxi

  I’m A Ruin - Marina and the Diamonds

  Momma Said - Kita Klane

  Dreams - Gabrielle Aplin, Bastille

  Beating Me Up - Rachel Platten

  Little Lies - Hilary Duff

  Hands To Myself - Selena Gomez

  You and I - Pvris

  Lost and Found - Ellie Goulding

  This Love - Taylor Swift

  About the Author

  Izzy and Sean are happily married high school sweethearts. They currently reside in Cincinnati, Ohio with their two wild (but very much loved) boys.

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  Banging Reaper

  Chase

  I like to hurt. I fucking love to cause pain.

  Punching someone hard in the face isn't much better than sticking my hard cock into some tight little cunt, but it sure comes damn close.

  I love the feel of my body slamming into another body as hard as I can. I like locking them up in an unmovable position and making them submit to my will. Hell, I like doing that with women just as much as I do an opponent.

  Although I don't hit women, and I’ll fuck up any piece of shit I catch doing it.

  I dodge quickly to the left as I stick out a couple of jabs at the shadow on the wall in front of me. I can already feel my skin slightly sweating, my body slowly loosening up from all the tension that’s built up from the last week or so. Instead of tensing up I loosen up and feel the energy that flows into me. It’s a heady mix of anticipation and adrenaline. If I could bottle up this feeling and sell it I would be the world’s wealthiest person.

  I've never tried drugs, but I wonder if they can even come close to the feeling right before and during a fight.

  “Remember Chase, this guy has had pushovers to get to this point. He's never had a straight ground and pounder coming at him,” Dale, my trainer says. He’s as close to a brother as I can imagine having. I don’t exactly come from a big family. It’s me and Dad and maybe some cousins off in the distance.

  Dale's right though, this Ethan guy had the easy road to my title. He hasn't had the long drawn-out battles where you spill more than a little blood to the gods of war.

  Ethan Bennett, what a mouthy little bitch. Fuck him and that hot piece of ass he brought to this fight.

  “Chase, you're in the zone already aren't ya?” Dale laughs quietly. He’s fully aware of my hatred of Ethan. He knows the anger that has slowly been building up over the last couple of months. I may be an asshole but I don't talk a bunch of shit. I keep my mouth shut and let my skills as a fighter do the talking. I've earned my stripes, and he isn't the first mouthy little shit to come at me mistaking my quiet calm as a weakness.

  And he won't be the last.

  Hell, I am the fucking Reaper. Chase the Reaper Winters. That’s the title given to me, not some fucking name I picked because I wanted to be cool like Ethan Lightning Bennett, which is just some cheesy ass name he thought up after his first couple of fights because he hadn't earned a name yet.

  “You see that girl who was with him tonight, Dale?” I ask with a small laugh of my own. She’s one hot fucking woman. I don't usually go for girls who don't fit my cheerleader bimbo stereotype, but there is something about her that is absolutely fucking hot.

  “Yeah, I did. What the fuck was he thinking parading her around the building?” Dale mutters. It’s not that he doesn't like women, it’s that it was a bit unprofessional to bring a girl who wasn't part of your team into the fighter’s area.

  “I haven't seen her before. He may have just paid some hooker off the strip to be his arm candy tonight. Hope he doesn't think she’s going to be a good luck charm for him.”

  I hear a sharp rap at the door and the head of a security guard pokes in. “Hey Chase, refs here. Wants to go over your taping and a quick rundown of the rules?”

  “Send him in, Preston,” I say calmly, pulling my hood back off my head. I stand up straight and jump a couple of times on my toes.

  “Chase, good to see you again. How’s your dad doing?” says Harry, the guy who will be the ref over the fight tonight. Trailing behind him is a state sanctioned official to make sure everything is done by the book.

  Raising my taped hands up for inspection, I smile at Harry. “Doing good. Just had the knee replacement a couple of weeks ago and he's already trying to climb the walls. That man puts me to shame when it comes to how hard he is pushing his workouts. He wants to set the record for a full recovery in the rehab facility.”

  Harry laughs loudly, “I don't doubt it.”

  Frank, the official from Nevada Athletic Commission, stands behind Harry stoically and remains quiet. The official guys usually do. They make sure it’s all by the book and have absolutely no sense of humor.

  Tilting my head to the side, I hear a nice pop and smile, it's going to be a good fight tonight. I can feel it in my bones. And when I’m done fighting, I’m breaking my celibacy or diet after this, probably both. A hot little blonde and a pizza sounds just about perfect. I don't care in which order either, though if the blonde comes first I might try to eat her too.

  Harry makes his mark on the tape showing he finds nothing of concern and then the state official does the same thing. They both leave quietly as I turn back to the wall and watch my shadow stand there barely moving. I can feel my body starting its pre-fight buildup of adrenaline and anticipation.

  This is it, I've been officially and completely cleared. It’s time for the fight.

  Harry and the state official are going to be in Ethan’s room next, doing the same thing they just did with me. It’s on now. As loud and as mouthy as that bitch Ethan is, he’s probably foaming at the mouth at the thought of tearing into me.

  “Want to go over any strategies or plans?” Dale asks me with a wink. He knows I don't, but that doesn't stop him from asking.

  “Nope,” I say. “I'm good.” It’s our ritual we do before every fight, every single one of them. It’s the last thing I usually hear from Dale before we walk out. I want my silence. I want my time to get ready. And to be honest, this is the time I get giddy and start to smile. I feel like I always know how the fight will go right abou
t this time. This small time before the violence.

  I like to fight, and I like to hurt people when I fight. I don't tend to admit it to many people though. Dale knows, Dad knows, and that’s about it. I'm not a sadist or a masochist. Or fuck, maybe I am? I don’t know. But if I have to take a little pain in order to cause some, I'm all for it. This is one of the best ways I know how to spend a Saturday night. And when I win, I make a shit ton of money.

  This is the twenty-fifth time I have fought, and it’s going to be the twenty-third time I win.

  Twenty-five isn't that big of a number. I mean, I’m older than that number by three years. It’s small in most respects except for one: How many times you have willing to put yourself and your life in jeopardy. The number two though is much larger to me. Two, as in I have lost to two other combatants. I went up against them and I faltered.

  “Five minutes!” comes the loud announcement.

  I pull out my phone and slip my ear buds in. I like the way the loud heavy metal drowns out all other noise. It keeps me calm, centered and focused. It's time to blare some Amity Affliction.

  A few minutes later Dale waves a hand in front of my face to get my attention.

  I pull my buds from my ears and hear the music for Ethan playing loudly in the arena. He’s going out to the cage before me and from the sound of it, his entrance music is close to ending. I’m not sure how long I’ve been closed off with my ear buds in but it was long enough. I stop moving around and stand still for a few seconds, hearing the crowd noise and getting pumped up.

  It’s go time.

  Dale steps out of the door first and holds it open for me. Everything is a ritual just before a fight. It helps me stay calm and focused. I need to know what’s about to happen. No surprises. No sucker punches.

  Walking out from under the stands, the chords of my heavy metal song thrums loud enough to vibrate my chest. This is it, the time to fight. Fuck yeah.