thirty-four
(belle)
*MONTHS LATER*
Slam ran his hands up the back of my legs and grabbed my ankles. He stood at the edge of the bed, his hard dick resting on my stomach. From my vantage point it looked like his dick was a mile long. And trust me, when he fucked, it felt the same.
I reached down and put my hand on his cock, rubbing it. He was slippery wet from my orgasm. He leaned forward and I hooked my legs over his amazing shoulders. He pulled back and I pressed at his cock, feeling it slide down and back against my pussy again. One thrust forward and he was right back inside me.
There was nothing quite like being woken up by Slam each morning with him touching me, kissing me, his hands reaching into my panties. It was like clockwork. For real. I didn’t even use an alarm because I could always count on my man wanting to fuck me senseless. Of course, by the time he was done with me, I was tired and could sleep for another two days.
Slam gripped the front of my legs now and fucked me hard. The bed pounded off the wall like someone was hammering nails. I didn’t care. My next door neighbor was a seventy year old woman who always had her TV turned up too loud.
I grabbed the edge of the bed and held on tight. I was in a long t-shirt and my breasts bounced inside the shirt. My nipples rubbed against the cotton cloth and not only were they hard, it kept sending a tickling and tingling feeling through my body.
“Fuck, yes,” Slam growled as he sped up even more.
He’d already come once, but he wouldn’t stop until he came at least twice. I had a meeting at the restaurant around ten for some ordering stuff. It was eight-thirty. So we had plenty of time to keep fooling around.
Slam kept at me, fucking me through another orgasm. His hands moved down and he lifted my ass up off the bed. He thrust and held deep and lifted me up. I curled forward and threw my arms around him. He climbed up on the bed and crawled with me to my pillow. He placed me down and pressed his body against mine. We started to kiss and I ran my hands through his hair.
This was the best feeling in the world.
Slam making love to me. His perfect cock sliding in and out me. Gentle yet rough. Just like Slam. If you fucking got on his bad side, he’d put you through a window. But if you were close to him, he’d take the shirt off his back and give it to you.
“I love you, Slam,” I said and I put my mouth to his ear.
My hands held tight to his back and he fucked me. The bed was squeaking. Slam grunted each time he thrust forward. His lips and teeth grazed my neck. He kissed up to my ear and said, “I love you, Belle.”
He then pounded forward one last time and came inside me.
There was never getting used to that pulsing feeling of his cock when he came. The rush of his cum deep in my core. It always brought me to an instant orgasm.
I bit at Slam’s shoulder and whimpered each time his cock spilled in me.
Then we were just simply in bed together. My back to his front. His huge arm wrapped around me tight. Constantly kissing me. Constantly making me feel like I was the most important woman in the world.
His hand ran down my arm and didn’t stop until he touched the diamond ring on my finger. I had no idea that was coming when it did. I didn’t ask any questions about what happened that night with my father. I didn’t want to know. I had everything I needed for my present and future so I wasn’t going to go back in time.
“I wish you could just wear this fucking ring all day and nothing else,” Slam said.
“I bet I’d get a lot more in tips if I did,” I said.
Slam pulled me tighter to him. “No fucking way, babe. Nobody sees this perfection but me.”
I turned my head and smiled.
We kissed.
Slam started to slip his hand down my body, wanting round three, but I had to stop.
I had to pee. So bad.
And having crazy sex with Slam twice wasn’t making it any easier.
“Hurry back,” he said. “I’ll be ready.”
“Down boy.”
“Never,” he said.
I walked to the bathroom and sat down. A second before I was going to go, I remembered something. I reached for the second drawer and saw the box of pregnancy tests. Slam and I had been having so much sex… and I was so far late…
I grabbed the box and held my pee for another minute so I could get a test out and ready.
I then stuck it between my legs and bit my lip. I held my left hand out and stared at the engagement ring.
I was shaking.
Could this be happening for real?