Page 11 of Cocked Hammer

“What’s up?” Sledgehammer asked over the rumble of his motorcycle.

“Oh, you know, nothing.”

“Nothing?” He smiled, readjusting his stance and hold on the handlebars of his bike.

“I guess I’m nervous,” I admitted, surprising myself that I told him.

“Why?”

“Who knows.” I nervously picked at a frayed string at the bottom of my shirt, needing to have something for my hands to do.

“Don’t be. It’s just food.”

“Food with other people.”

“Other people?”

“Yeah, your brother, Ezzy,” I pronounced the name, hoping I said it right.

His head fell backward while a deep throaty laugh flew out of his lips. “I was trying to be funny when I said we would have dinner with Ezzy.Sheis my snake. I guess I just thought I’d mentioned her name when I bought her food.” He sheepishly grinned. “Sorry.”

“Well, that explains a lot,” I said, thinking about the misunderstood dinner invitation. “I thought you were joking when you said Ezzy would be having mice.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and my boot nudged a random pile of dirt beside Sledgehammer’s bike.

“Uh…” His ink-covered muscles flexed at the same time his hand rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess we both got our wires fucked, huh?”

“Looks that way.”

He fished an extra helmet out of the leather bag on the backside of his ride and tossed it toward me. “Well, hop on. Let’s go make my snake happy.”

“Ummm.” My fingertips nervously curled around the seam of the helmet and popped it onto my head, fiddling with the strap. It hooked the same damn way a lot of my belts used to when I was a little girl. I sucked at working those, too.

“Which one?” I said without thinking and blushed again.

“Let me.” His long fingers zipped the material through the metal buckles one way and then the other and cinched it comfortably to my chin. “And of course, both of them if I’m lucky.” He smirked, not at all fazed by his statement.

Most women probably wouldn’t appreciate Sledgehammer’s bluntness about sex. In fact, after I thought about it, some of the stuff he said was not something I usually enjoyed hearing. It wasn’t that I was a prude; it just usually disgusted me. Somehow, coming from him, I didn’t mind it. The effect it had on me was quite the opposite, actually. It excited me to know he was thinking about us being together. Perhaps, one could hear the same phrase a million times and hate every constant and vowel flowing into their ears. Yet when the right person spoke, those sounds were suddenly enchanting.

At first, I avoided my family as much as humanly possible, trying to avoid putting Sledgehammer in danger. Now, after getting to know him a little more, the fear was far from gone, but I was certain he could take care of himself.

My eyes drank in his sexy as hell naked body as his chest rose and fell while he slept. “Go back to sleep. It’s too fucking early to be awake,” he groaned, his arm reaching to wrap around my waist and pull me against him.

“I need coffee,” I declared, my nails moved back and forth on his inked forearm mindlessly.

“In a minute,” he opposed, and his erection poked against my ass. “I’m going to fuck your sweet wet pussy until you’re screaming, and then coffee,” he said, leaving little room for an argument, not that I planned to do so.

I smiled against his bicep and swished my hips in a circle against the head of his cock. He sucked in a shocked breath of air. It only took a second or two of me moving for him to hook his leg with mine and roll me on top, facing away from him. I planted my knees on either side of his legs, and my entrance ached for him as I hovered of his tip to tease him a little more. Taking his shaft in my hand, I swirled against my clit, and his hand wrapped around mine, leading our fingers back to my pussy. He pushed our fingertips in an inch deep, and I gasped. I was already drenched and ready for him. I guided our hands back to his shaft, and he tightened his grip around my hand, moving up and down his length. He smacked the tip of his cock against my nub every time our hands reached the apex of his dick, and I cried out of pleasure. I was greedy and couldn’t get enough of him. I had to have him inside me. My hand stilled his, and I lowered myself onto him, a deep moan of satisfaction rattling through me, and I almost came immediately.

“Always such a greedy girl. I said I was going to fuck you, not that you were going to fuck me,” he clarified, taking my fingers into his mouth and then making them curl against my clit again, tapping his fingertips in rhythm with my own. My head fell back as pure unbridled pleasure filled me to the brim. He released my fingers, but I continued to finger fuck myself as his thumbs rested on my lower back, and his fingertips possessively dug into my hips. He lifted me upward and slid his cock back, thrusting into me with his entire pulsating member again. My body bounced each time he moved in and out of me, and screams of ecstasy flew out from my lips. Fucking him was one of my favorite things to do.

“That’s right, Sugar, come for me again,” he told me as another orgasm built in my body, and he held me against him as he sat up, not pulling out in the least. Our bodies rocked back and forth with his cock inside me. When my back arched, his hand wrapped in my long blonde hair, and his teeth sank into my neck as his hips flexed. One last pump was all it took for my walls to clench around him. I lost count of how many whimpers left my lips as I climaxed one after another.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, falling onto the mattress, pulling my body with him. “Now, you can get some coffee.” He smiled when I climbed off and turned to face him.

“No.” I grinned and kissed his lips.

“No?” His eyebrows lifted before his eyes narrowed.

“It’s my turn to fuck you,” I proclaimed, straddling him, this time facing him.

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