Man Of Steel

by Silver, Jordan

  She lifted her legs in the air and spread wide keeping her pussy open for me. I licked her once first before wetting my fingers in my mouth. keeping my eyes on hers I eased first two then three then four fingers inside her sucking pussy. “Oh yeah.” I finger fucked her for a good five minutes stretching her open. But seeing her in that position, so wanton and vulnerable I couldn’t resist.

  Taking her ankles in both hands I spread her wide and eased my cock into her. I didn’t stop until I was at her end. I pounded and pounded and pounded until she as writhing beneath the onslaught of my furious thrusts. I knew I was hurting her from the way she bit her lip and winced but she didn’t beg me to stop and I didn’t.

  Her nails scored my chest and my back as her pussy locked around me. When I’d calmed down a little I pulled her up and switched positions leaving her on top. “Ride me babe.”

  She was only too happy to be getting her way and it showed in the way she rocked her pussy back and forth grinding her cunt down hard.

  “You want me in your ass baby?” I guess she liked the sounds of that because she squeezed around me and moaned with her head back and mouth wide open. I lifted her off and turned her onto her stomach. Pulling her hips up I pushed the first three inches past her tight sphincter giving her time to relax her muscles around me before giving her my whole length.

  From there it was a bronco ride as we fucked each other to completion. Ending with me pulling out and spraying her lower back where she’d had my name written, with my cum. It’s safe to say I didn’t give Deanna and her bullshit a moment’s thought.

  Chapter 17

  The following day was spent finalizing every detail of Stephanie’s security to and from court. Slash and his boys had come through and I was farther encouraged by the way they stood back and watched what we did, and asked the pertinent questions that convinced me they wanted in this for the right reasons. Believe it or not, there were some assholes out there who thought they could use what we did for personal gain.

  We didn’t take anything from any of the families we helped, whether they were dirt poor or multi-billionaires, it didn’t matter. We were in it for the victims. I had no respect for anyone who thought that it was cool to farther victimize already suffering families and shit.

  Stephanie as was to be expected, was a lot agitated and downright scared. She needed someone inside with her at all times that Sunday night, and we all ended up staying inside until she fell asleep. We were on a fucked up schedule tonight because everyone wanted to be there the next morning.

  I don’t know how the fuck we were supposed to do this shit, but I worked out the shifts the best I could, so each team could get at least a couple hours sleep, and be up and ready the next day.

  The next morning, there were a good fifty men on bikes surrounding a little silver SUV as it traveled down Main-street to the courthouse. Some of the town’s people who knew what we were doing had come out to show their support for the little girl, one of their own, who was about to do something very brave.

  I positioned a team in front of the SUV, split a team on either side and the rest of us pulled up the rear. There were already two men on the buildings across from the courthouse steps and I had eyes on Sid. The word from Cowboy was that there was no one else we needed to watch out for as far as Dwayne, because the guy he thought was going to carry out the hit was actually one of mine.

  After the case was over the fucker was gonna be brought up on charges for solicitation of murder. So even if the judge was a fuck up and let this guy back out on the street in ten years, the murder for hire rap would get him at least another twenty five to life. Not that the fucker was gonna live that fucking long.

  “Remember what I told you Stephanie.” We were in a little huddle inside the room they’d allowed her and her mom to sit in before it was time to go in. She was sheet white and Donna had taken her to the bathroom once already to throw up.

  With her little hand in mine, I kept my eyes steady on hers as I coached her again on what to do and prayed for a way to give her some of my strength. “I remember Blade.” She squeezed my hand and I felt better, at least she wasn’t looking like she was about to break anymore.

  The guys took turns keeping her occupied. They showed her pictures and told her stories. Anything and everything to keep her from thinking too hard about what was coming next.

  When it was time to go, that’s when we brought out the big guns. I went back out to me ride and came back with the little bag I’d kept hidden. Inside was a child’s size denim jacket with our name and logo and with the words Honorary Member since six-fourteen emblazoned on it.

  Of all the shit we’d done, this seemed to pull her out of the gloom. She lit up like a midday sky and her smile was all that was needed to tell us that our day was going to be okay. “Can I wear it now, please, please, please?” She turned to her mother who had tears in her eyes.

  “Come let me help you baby.” Shit Donna, don’t break now that’ll just send our girl back a step. I said that shit silently, but she pulled herself together and helped her little girl pull her arms through the jacket sleeves.

  When she was done Steph took one of her hands and one of mine and looked up at me with the bravest little face and said ‘I’m ready’. Shit, now I wanted to cry. That look alone helped assuage any lingering guilt I had over Dwayne’s end. She shouldn’t have to be this brave for this fucking reason.

  Okay Blade suck it the fuck up and do what you have to do. I think, the asshole’s lawyer, asshole number two, had tried to get us blocked from the courtroom or some shit. I’m not sure, but that was the word on the street. He hadn’t had any luck with that and even of he had I would’ve found a way.

  We took up position in all the key places we were gonna need to be for her to see us. She’d been told to look at either: Stryder, Deke, D’Angelo or me during questioning. If the judge was any kind of human he would put her at ease while she was up there and keep the defendant from pulling any scare tactics. In other words he would warn the fuck not to even fucking look at the kid.

  She started out a little shaky, but midway through, that steel shone through. She answered the questions from the cross examination like she wanted to smash the fucker’s face in; typical reaction of a nine year old being made out to be a liar. I’d told her to think of him like a grown up trying to get her in trouble for shit she didn’t do and it worked. She did everything but call him a fucking liar, and the look on her face was priceless.

  Dwayne the fuck was sweating bullets. Nothing he’d expected of this day was panning out. His last hope was either one of two things, that she would either be too scared to testify or that the man he’d hired from inside to take her out would do the job and he would walk. The fucker was done.

  She spoke with such conviction in her little voice that only a cold- hearted villain would find untruths in her words. By the end of that first day we pretty much knew it was in the bag.

  We’d set up a kind of after-party at the local fast food place so she could unwind after her ordeal. Holly was gonna be there for sure and Jake was bringing his wife and kids. Slash who I didn’t even know was married, decided to bring his little boy along as well.

  Now that the hard part was over, we wouldn’t be spending as much time with her as before but we weren’t exactly going to disappear out of her life either. She was already in therapy, which had been set up by us; and she knew how to reach me at anytime night or day. With all the necessary safeguards in place, we’d be moving on to the next case. Hopefully that would be a long time coming because it was getting harder and harder not to off these fuckers on sight.

  As it was, Dwayne wasn’t going to live out the week. After his sentence was handed down and Stephanie got the justice she deserved, he was set to have an unfortunate accident in his cell. It wouldn’t be the first time a child molester had been torched behind bars and I doubt too many people would lose sleep over it. I sure the fuck wasn’t going to that’s for sure.

 
Chapter 18

  I rolled out of bed after fucking the shit out of Lily in the middle of the day. It was her off day and she’d hood winked me into cake tasting or some shit and the deal was if I went through with it she’d let me do anything I wanted to her. Hey, I’m not above using that shit to my advantage.

  She wobbled her way to the bathroom after an intense bout of balls deep stroking that had left me raw, so I could only imagine what her little pussy was feeling. It was a good day.

  I headed downstairs to see about dinner since neither of us was in the mood to go out.

  The doorbell rang and I opened it up to see two of my guys standing there. “Come on in guys…uh give me a minute.” My girl was in the shower and I’m just fucked up enough to feel a way about them being here while she was naked.

  I headed up to the shower and eased the glass door back. I stood there grinning for a minute because she was belting out some old song at the top of her lungs. “Baby.”

  “Eee Yikes.” I reached out and grabbed her as she jumped and almost fell into the wall behind her.

  “Take it easy sweetheart.”

  “Hayden you almost gave me a heart attack.”

  “Sorry about that, listen the guys are here so cover up before you come down.” She wears these short sexy robes after her bath that usually makes my dick hard. No way I wanted anyone else getting any of that action. I pulled her in for a kiss and she plastered her front to mine.

  “Umm…” She groaned into my mouth even as she rubbed herself against me, pure torture.

  “Babe don’t start, the boys are here.” She made her sex kitten noise and that was all it took. Taking her lips once more I found her heat with my fingers and sunk them in. With my thumb on her swollen clit I fingered her while sucking on her tongue. She was in heat for sure if the sounds she made were any indication, not to mention the way she rode my fingers. You’d think I hadn’t fucked her in days instead of just a short hour ago.

  “Shit, hold on. Put your hand in your mouth baby.” As soon as she stuffed her fist into her mouth I sucked down hard on her nipple, went after her G-spot with two fingers while pressing down on her clit. It wasn’t long before she was flooding my hand and squealing around the fingers in her mouth. I pulled my fingers out of her as she slumped forward onto my chest.

  I licked her juices from my fingers but that little taste wasn’t enough. Pushing her back I knelt on the marble floor outside the shower stall and lifted her leg so I could sink my tongue into her. She damn near scalped me when I started tongue fucking her while holding her ass still in my hands.

  After I’d brought her off again for the second time in five minutes, I got to my feet again. “Hold that thought babe let me go see what the guys want.” I tried really hard not to look at her face, that look in her eyes would only have me brushing off the guys for a quick fuck and I didn’t have time.

  “Shit, I have to brush my teeth.”

  “Why?”

  “I can’t have a meet with pussy on my breath, those fucks will never let me live it down.” She howled with laughter and closed the door going back to her shower.

  After I’d cleaned myself up, I headed back down where a couple more of my crew had arrived. I picked up on the atmosphere right away but since no one was saying anything, I decided to play their game.

  I know my men, so I knew there was something brewing, but I could tell from the way they were trying so hard to appear relaxed that they needed time to tell me whatever it was that was on their minds. Each man had a beer so I reached into the cooler for one myself.

  “Damn bro, the least you could do is change.” Stryder grinned at me before taking a sip of his beer.

  “The fuck you talking about?” He gestured with his bottle and I looked down at my front, which was wet in all the places she’d rubbed herself. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where the water had come from.

  “Shut the fuck up. Now, somebody wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?

  “It’s about Deanna.” Stryder took the lead after a minute of silence.

  “My ex, what about her?” I stood at attention, not that I really gave much of a fuck about her, but anything to do with her involved my kid. Ever since the BBQ a few weeks ago we’ve been steering clear of each other. She hadn’t pulled any of her usual stunts, which come to think of it, was a bit off.

  “She’s dealing with that fuck again it looks like. Holly’s detail picked up on it last week, but he’s been changing up shit so we weren’t sure it was really him until now. He changed his hair color and everything.”

  “Show me.” I knew they wouldn’t come to me with this shit without some sort of proof to back it up. Deke passed me an envelope, which I tore into. There was a sheaf of documents in there and I started with the first.

  Three paragraphs in I was headed for the door. I didn’t even take the time to tell Lily I was leaving out but called her from the truck as I pulled out of my driveway. In the rearview I saw my crew following behind as was to be expected.

  “Hayden?” She answered on the first ring a sound of surprise in her voice. She was probably wondering why the fuck I was calling her from downstairs. “Yeah baby sorry, something came up; I have to make a run right quick. Can you do me a solid and make sure princess’s room is ready?”

  “Yeah, sure; everything okay?”

  “I’ll fill you in when I get back babe. No driving and talking remember?”

  “Okay, see you soon.”

  I reached my destination in twenty minutes and slammed out of the truck. I was beyond pissed but kept myself in check. I rarely let my kid see the ugly side of me. At three years old her world is nothing but ponies and butterflies. It’s one of the reasons I work my ass off doing what I do, so she never wants for anything, neither material nor emotional. It would be really fucked for me to take care only of the external shit and fuck her up internally.

  I knocked on the door and rang the bell to my old home even though I still held a key. It had been my decision to leave my kid in her family home but the shit was still in my name because I’d beaten Deanna’s ass in the divorce. She didn’t get shit from me, and since there was no proof that I was a neglectful parent she couldn’t fight for child support.

  I make sure my kid was well taken care of in all ways, that’s why I’m here now.

  “Hayden, what’re you doing here?” She opened the door with that slick smile of hers that had caught me off guard when I was too young, dumb and fucking horny to know any better. Now it just made my blood run cold.

  I handed her the envelope without a word and moved past her in the doorway. “What is this?” I didn’t bother to answer her; my mind was on one fucking thing and one thing only.

  “Daddy, daddy.” My lil bit came bounding into the room pigtails flying, her cheeky grin brightening up her face.

  “Come on Princess, you and daddy are gonna go for a ride.”

  “Wait a minute, you can’t just barge in here and take her in the middle of the night.” She tried standing in my way as I opened the door and beckoned one of the guys over.

  I handed Holly off to Deke who started tickling her to sidetrack her from the drama about to unfold.

  “I warned you that if I found out that you’ve had that fuck anywhere near my kid I’d bury you.” She tried pulling on my shirt as I turned to leave.

  “You can’t do this, you have someone in your life why can’t I?”

  “Bullshit, you’ve had plenty since I ditched your ass and before come to think of it.” Her face paled and she took a step back.

  “Oh yeah, I know all about your bed hopping and I didn’t give a fuck because I don’t give a fuck about you. As long as you kept that shit away from my kid I could care less. Now you’ve crossed the fucking line. Not only does he have a record, he’s a violent fuck who likes to beat up on women and children. I told you this shit months ago and you swore you got rid of him. That’s the only reason I didn’t take her then.

  If you’re
that fucking desperate go for it, but she won’t be a part of it; your choice.” I left her standing there because there was nothing more to be said. My kid’s not gonna be a fucking statistic. I’ve gone above and beyond to ensure her safety the best I could. I’ve taken measures not even her mother knew about, and that’s how my guys were able to catch this shit before it was too late.

  When I’d first made the decision to walk away from her, I’d come up with an idea. It was the only way I could have a peace of mind while not being there everyday with my practically newborn baby girl. I’d sent Deanna to her mother’s for a couple of weeks, never letting on what I was up to.

  While they were gone, I’d done some repairs and other shit to hide up my true purpose. It had taken everything in me not to wire the whole house but I couldn’t justify infringing on Deanna’s privacy like that. I planted eyes in my daughter’s room though, and could give a fuck what anyone thought of that.

  In my mind, since I couldn’t be there, that was the next best thing. I also rigged her window so that an alarm would go off at my place if anyone tried opening it from the outside. Anything and everything I could think of for my little girl’s well being I put into effect back then, and have upgraded a lot since then.

  By the time they came back and I served Deanna with divorce papers, I’d already taken care of my daughter’s safety. I’d seen too much shit when I was on the force and later as a Steel and I’m not taking any chances. You can’t really prepare for everything; life’s always throwing fuck you balls at you. Some things come out of left field and blindside your ass on a good day, but my plan is to cover as much shit as I can for my little princess. That was daddy’s promise the first time I ever held her tiny little form in my arms and I mean to keep that shit.

  Saying that my life became a shit storm after that is putting shit mildly. Instead of backing down and getting her head straight Deanna, for the first few weeks at least, decided to play hardball, or what she thought was hard. She held to the idea that as an adult she could do whatever she wanted with her life, which was never at issue in the first damn place. Sometimes I think this trick is on something because she doesn’t understand so good.