I only hope she knew what she meant to me. I loved my best friend like a sister. I miss her every day, and I hope she's happy that Hammer and I are together now. I hope she's looking down and smiling. And I hope she knows that I'll take good care of the man she loved with every breath she took.
“I've fuckin' missed you.”
I smile. Typical biker, always throwing in the swear words.
“I've missed you, too.” He rocks me from side to side gently. “How did it go today?” He's been busy these past few days, they all have. Trying to work out a way to call a truce with the Razor Hogs, rather than have a war.
“Let's not talk, Will.” One hand pushes my hair away from my right shoulder and over the left. His lips touch my neck and I melt.
I bite my lower lip and will myself not to grind my ass back against him.
There's no real way to explain what it feels like to finally be in the arms of the man you have always loved, to know that he's here with you because he loves you in return. It's mind-blowing.
I turn my head, capturing his lips with my hand on his face. He kisses me like he's been kissing me all his life. I moan into his mouth, his hands are sliding along my thighs, lifting my nightshirt as he goes until he finally pulls it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
“Sam,” I groan. I'm exposed and so aroused. I know my panties are wet, and I know he can see that as he looks at me through the mirror in front of us with a sexy smirk on his handsomely scarred face.
I stroke the scar above his right eye, then the one running along his hairline. The ones that he got in his early twenties because he was glassed in the face in a bar fight. The fight that led to BlackJack and Shepard killing the man that did it in a terrible way.
Hammer was badly hurt in that fight. The fight between him and someone else, not the guy who glassed him. That little prick joined in with seven other men. Seven! It took eight men in total to bring Hammer to his knees, one little fuck to smash that pint glass into his face and knock him out. They continued to beat him until Roman walked into the bar.
He'd seen Hammer's bike outside and went in to have a drink with him. I'm not sure of all the details, only that Roman rushed those men and seriously injured one or two, the others ran for it.
Roman got arrested because someone at the bar called the cops and they arrived before some of the other Snakes did. Hammer was taken to the hospital. He was okay apart from having multiple stitches in his face, a couple cracked ribs, and a dislocated shoulder.
Shepard called in a favor with the Sheriff and Roman was let go, even though the two men he injured were in a bad way. It helped that BlackJack, Cueball, and Red got to those who were in the bar that night. They scared the hell out of them, threatened them with a fate worse than death if they didn't tell the cops that Roman wasn't the one who hurt those men.
It didn't matter that Roman was simply trying to protect Hammer, the cops would love to put a Snake in prison. Good job the Sheriff is on the payroll. He's a corrupt asshole that's on everybody's payroll.
I gasp, my eyes rolling, Hammer's hand slides inside my panties, fingers pressed against my aching and swollen clit.
“So wet.” He practically growls.
“I can't help it.” Did I really just groan like a wanton slut?
“Take your panties down to your knees.” I do so while holding his gaze through the mirror. I don't bend my body, his grip on my waist won't allow me to.
His thick fingers find their way inside my pussy, I'm dripping wet, and I can hardly breathe as he fucks me with those two fingers. I can't tear my eyes away from him. He is fingering me so hard and fast, I'm seconds away from coming already.
Jordan and I had a good sex life. When it was good. I'd be a liar if I said we didn't. He could make me come hard a lot of the time. But sex between us became more of a chore than anything. He never turned sex down when I wanted it, I think the man is a sex addict. But I wasn't always in the mood. Hell, I was in the mood less and less after Cindy was killed. I pushed him away all the time.
But there were times I would cling to him as he made love to me. He was tender, he never physically hurt me in any way, and I loved him a lot. Maybe not in the right way, but I did love him.
But I never felt the way I do when Hammer touches me. Everything inside of me knows this is right. It's right when he touches me, I can give my mind and body to him and know that I'm home. No one on earth could make me do the things I know Hammer can. No one could turn me inside out the way he can. And no man could make me come the way he can.
Take right now, for instance, he's been fingering me for maybe ninety seconds and already I'm coming hard around his fingers.
“Oh God, Sam!” I'm shaking all over, I can't stop! Every muscle is tight, my thigh muscles are so tight, I'm on my tiptoes trying to stop them tearing!
“Good girl,” He bites at my neck. My thighs are still tight and still shaking hard through my orgasm. “Good girl.” He mumbles.
He pulls away from me, lifts and bends me over the dresser. He's on his knees behind me, his face so damn close to my pussy and ass. “You smell so good.” He licks me up and down, pussy to asshole. I'm quivering, this feels so good! I've dreamt of him doing this so many times in my life that it feels like he's been doing it for years.
He laps at me like a man dying of thirst in the desert, drinking down my juices like I'm the tastiest thing he's ever drunk.
He pulls my clit between his teeth, then his lips, and I come again so hard, with no warning, and it's such a hard orgasm, the muscles in the back of my thighs feel like they're tearing apart.
My man gets to his feet slowly, lips kissing along my back as he goes, and I lift up and spin on the spot, my chest is heaving, my body still shaking from the two orgasms I've just had. I've never come so hard in my life.
I kick off my panties, Hammer smirks at me as I get to my knees in front of him. I've got his belt open and his cock out in seconds. I've wanted this since I was a child. Literally. From the moment I knew what sex was, I wanted to taste him this way. He denied me last night. I won't give him the chance to deny me now.
I take his massively thick, long and hard cock in my hand. I can't wrap my hand around it, it's so thick, that and my hands are quite small. My mouth is watering. I lick my lips as I smirk up at him, rubbing the length of him at the same time.
I've literally never seen a man with a cock this big before. Jordan is big, but Hammer? Fuck, he's huge.
“You best wrap those pretty little lips around my cock before I shoot my load all over your beautiful face.”
Christ!
I lick the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and moan. God, he tastes good.
I hold onto him while sliding the tip of my tongue up and down the underside of his cock. He doesn't take his eyes off me, they're filled with lust and fire, and I'm so turned on I could burst.
How is it normal that my pussy is throbbing like this?
As soon as my lips wrap around his delicious cock, I have to touch myself. I slide my hand between my legs, pinching my tender clit between my fingers.
“Fuck, that's so hot.” I see his eyes flicker to the mirror, looking at me from behind, my ass lifted slightly so he can see me in all my glory, befor
e looking down at me, sucking his beautiful cock.
I swirl my tongue around his shaft, gobbling him like I'm starving. I'm moaning like crazy, I can't get enough!
His hands clutch my head and I'm so lost in sucking him and playing with myself that I don't even realize at first he's slamming his cock further and further down my throat until the head hits the back and chokes me. He's too big for me to take all the way, but I'll give it a damn good try.
“Fuck, baby. That's it, suck me dry.” I moan around him and I fucking come again! I'm shaking through my orgasm when he clutches my head tightly and yells how I better swallow it all. And I do swallow it all, every last drop, sucking his still hard cock until he forces himself out of my mouth.
“Come here,” He yanks me to my feet by my upper arms, crushing his lips against mine, kissing me, me kissing him so hungrily we're like wild beasts in heat.
Soon he's as completely naked as I am, we can't stop touching each other. Touching each other like we'll die if we don't. I love this man so much it hurts. I can't stop touching him, I'm scared he's going to disappear if I do.
He grabs my ass and lifts me up against him. I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly, locking one ankle over the other at the pit of his back. His cock finds my opening, and I call out to the heavens when, with his hands on my hips, he pulls me down as he thrusts upwards, slamming into me so hard I see stars.
“You're so fuckin' perfect. So goddamned beautiful. So mine!” He hammer's into me – no pun intended – and I can't even scream. I can't find my voice. He's so deep inside of me right now that I don't know where he ends and I begin.
“Oh. Oh. Oh...!” I chant as my head empties of all thoughts except how good this feels.
“That's right, baby. I'm the best you've ever fuckin' had.” He can say that again! “I'm the only man who's ever gonna fuckin' touch you, suck you, or fuck you again. You're mine, Willow Jackson. All fuckin' mine!”
“Yes!” I scream. Everyone in the damn house can probably hear us. “I'm all yours!” I clutch his neck tighter, my eyes locking with his as he fucks me where he stands. “And you are all mine, Sam Marshall.” I slam my mouth against his, kissing him hard as I come around his fat cock.