Hammer

18 - Ravage me

Willow

After my mom leaves, I’m standing in front of the mirror, combing my long hair, ready to re-tie it, when big hands encircle my waist, lips touch my temple softly, and I melt back against my man. His warmth envelopes me like a thick blanket in winter.

I can’t believe this man is mine. All those years of wishing, watching my best friend become the woman he fell for, then his fiancée. All the pain it caused me, but the happiness of seeing the two of them so happy and in love.

That was all I ever wanted, for the both of them to be happy, to see Hammer smiling. I wasn’t the one making him smile; Cindy was, and I loved her so much for loving him the way she did.

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 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?”

Hammer has been busy these past few days; they all have. Trying to find 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’m melting.

I bite my lower lip and will myself not to grind my ass back against him.

There’s no 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. Hammer kisses me like he’s been kissing me all his life. I moan into his mouth, his hands 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 Hammer can see that fact as he looks at me through the mirror in front of us with a sex.y 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 due to being glassed in the face in a bar fight. The fight led to BlackJack and Shepard killing the man who did it in a terrible way.

Hammer was severely 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 to bring Hammer to his knees, one little fuc.k to smash that pint glass into his face and knock him out.

They continued to beat on him until Roman walked into the bar. He’d seen Hammer’s bike outside the bar and went inside to 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 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 and 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 trying to protect Hammer from further injuries; 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.

But whatever, that’s neither here nor there right now.

I gasp, my eyes rolling; Hammer’s hand is now 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 wonton slut?

“Take your panties down to your knees.”

I do so while holding Hammer’s gaze through the mirror. I don’t bend my body because his grip on my waist won't allow me to.

His thick fingers find their way inside my puss.y. I’m dripping wet, and I can hardly breathe as he fuck.s me with those two fingers. I cannot tear my eyes away from him through the mirror. He’s fingering me so hard and fast; I’m seconds away from cumming already.

Trace and I had a good se.x life when it was good. I’d be a liar if I said we didn’t. And he could make me cu.m hard a lot of the time. But se.x between us became more of a chore than anything. He never turned se.x down when I wanted it; I think the man is a se.x 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 Trace as he made love to me. He was tender, never physically hurt me, 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 cu.m the way he can.

Take right now, for instance, he’s been fingering me for maybe ninety seconds, and already I’m cumming hard around his fingers.

“Oh God, Sam!” I’m shaking all over. I can’t stop shaking! Every muscle is tight, and my thigh muscles are so tight that I’m on my tiptoes trying to prevent them from tearing!

“Good girl,” He bites at my neck. My thighs are still tight and still shaking hard through my orgasm. “Good girl.” He mumbles.

Hammer 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 puss.y and ass.

“You smell so good.” He licks me up and down, puss.y to asshole. I’m quivering because this feels so good! I’ve dreamt of him doing this so often 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 drank.

He pulls my clit between teeth, then his lips, and I’m cumming again so hard, and there was no warning, and it’s such a hard orgas.m 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, and my body is still shaking from the two orgasm.s I’ve just had. I’ve never cu.m 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 coc.k out in seconds. I’ve wanted this since I was a child. From the moment I knew what se.x was, I wanted to taste Hammer this way. He’s denied me since we got together. I won’t give him the chance to deny me now.

I take his massively thick, long, and hard coc.k in my hand. I can’t wrap my hand around it; it’s so thick, and my hands are pretty small. My mouth is watering. I lick my lips while smirking up at him, rubbing the length of him at the same time.

I’ve literally never seen a man with a coc.k this big before. I mean, Trace is big, but Hammer? f**k, he’s enormous!

“You best wrap those pretty little lips around my dic.k before I shoot my load all over your beautiful face.”

Christ!

I lick the pre-cu.m from the tip of his coc.k and moan. God, he tastes good.

I hold onto him while sliding the tip of my tongue up and down the underside of his coc.k. Hammer 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 puss.y is throbbing like this?

As soon as my lips wrap around his delicious coc.k, I have to touch myself. I slide my hand between my legs, pinching my tender clit between my fingers.

“Fuc.k, 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, before looking down at me, sucking his beautiful coc.k.

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 that he’s slamming his coc.k 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.

“Fuc.k, baby. That’s it, suck me dry.”

I moan around him, and I fuckin.g cu.m again!

How is that normal?

I’m shaking through my orgas.m when he clutches my head tightly and yells how I best swallow his cu.m. And I do swallow it all, every last drop, sucking his still-hard c**k until he force.s himself out of my mouth.

“Come here,” Hammer 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 utterly naked as I am, and I cannot take my eyes off him. The body on this man... Jeezus! 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 in his hands, lifting me up and against him. I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly, locking one ankle over the other at the pit of his back.

His coc.k seeks out my opening, and I call out to the heavens when, with his hands on my hips, he pulls me down while thrusting upwards, slamming into me so hard I see stars.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect. So goddamned beautiful. So mine!” He hammers into me – no pun intended – and I can’t even scream. I can’t find my voice. He’s so deep inside 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 other than how good this feels.

“That’s right, baby. I’m the best you’ve ever fuckin’ had.” He can say that again! As cock.y as it was. “I’m the only man who’s ever gonna fuckin’ touch you, suck you, or fuc.k you again. You are mine, Willow Jackson. All fuckin’ mine!”

“Yes!” I scream with no regard for the fact 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 fuck.s me where he stands. “And you are all mine, Sam Marshall.” I slam my mouth against his, kissing him hard as I cu.m around his fat coc.k.

He wraps an arm around my back, grabs my ass in his other hand, and fuck.s me right through my never-ending orgas.m before shooting his hot load deep inside of me. And it’s so hot and so much that I can feel it seeping out of me with every jerk of his hips.

Moments later, he pulls out of me, still kissing me while setting me on my feet.

“I think you fucke.d my brains out,” I mumble against his neck with a laugh-like groan.

“Yeah? Well, get used to it, beautiful, ‘cause I ain’t done with you yet.”

I look up at him and smile.

I’m no stranger to fuckin.g the night away, nor am I a stranger to being fucke.d hard. Trace fucke.d hard and long. But what I’m not used to is a man with a coc.k the size of Hammer’s fuckin.g the shi.t out of me. A man so tall and built, built like a grizzly bear and then some. I’m not used to cumming so many times, either.

“Let’s go shower.”

“Why, planning on fuckin.g me in there, too?”

I giggle as he pulls me closer, his erectio.n – yeah, he’s hard again – pressing against my stomach.

How is he so hard again already?

“In there, the hallway, the den, the kitchen, the garden, the clubhouse, on my bike. The list is endless, baby girl.”

Se.x is never going to be dull with this man.

“Come on then, big boy,” I tease, walking backward towards my bathroom. “Let’s christen the shower.”

That’s precisely what we do before fuckin.g in the chair beside my window, against the wall next to the bed, and even in the bed... twice.

You can imagine how sore I am when I wake up the following day!