Man Of Steel

Man of Steel.

By Jordan Silver.

To all the b.u.t.terflies who never let me forget why I do this. You rock.

Chapter 1.

"f.u.c.k!" One last hard thrust to bring her off and I was done. Well, not exactly, I always had a problem pulling out of her. The aftermath with my baby is almost as good as the s.e.x, and that"s saying a lot because the s.e.x is pretty phenomenal.

Lifting my head from where I"d had it buried in her neck, I looked down at her sweaty, beautiful face. "Hey babydoll." I brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her forehead while pressing my still throbbing c.o.c.k deeper into her. I"ll never get enough of that smile, or that dreamy look she gets right after I"ve had her. s.h.i.t like that can make a man feel ten feet tall if he"s not careful.

"Hey yourself." She raised up to take my lips and I fed her my tongue before taking hers. "Umm, you taste so good, why do you always taste so f.u.c.king sweet?" We ate at each other"s mouths and she lifted her legs wrapping them higher around my hips while squeezing my c.o.c.k inside her. "Still hungry huh?"

For an answer she twisted her body beneath mine pulling me even deeper into her already wet heat. It didn"t take much for my boy to be at full stance again, and I set about feeding her greedy a.s.s once more. Her s.e.xual appet.i.te just about rivaled mine, though I think I"ve got her beat by a nose.

"I want you on your hands and knees." Pulling out I flipped her over in one smooth motion and eased back in. One of the most beautiful sights in my world is watching her take me into her body. It"s the s.e.xiest s.h.i.t I"ve ever seen. "Tell me if I hurt you." She nodded her head and flung her hair back getting into position. She knows the drill, when I"m riding I like to ride all the way. Wrapping her hair twice around my fist I put my free hand in the small of her back pushing down slightly until her body was curved just the way I wanted it.

"Hold on beautiful." She grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as I started stroking into her nice and slow. Lily"s five three to my six two and she weighs about a hundred pounds wet so when I"m f.u.c.king her like this I have to be very careful. Her little p.u.s.s.y can barely take me in the missionary so when I"m feeling like a little kink I have to always remember to keep a tight rein less I damage her.

When her body adjusted to having my full length inside and she wasn"t showing any signs of discomfort, I upped the pace a little, while tugging gently on her hair. I"m a sick f.u.c.k behind closed doors; I"ll be the first to admit it. I like my s.e.x dirty and hot, no inhibitions and no limits. As long as she"s with me and enjoying the s.h.i.t I do to her, then it"s all good in my book.

I could see her biting into her lip as she rocked back and forth on my c.o.c.k, her eyes slits of pleasure as she drenched my meat with her sweet p.u.s.s.y juices again and again. Tightening my hold on her hair, I pulled her a.s.s back harder with the hand in her back and watched as my c.o.c.k slammed in and out of her tightness. That sight alone was enough to bring me to the brink, but when she started squeezing and releasing, ma.s.saging me with her p.u.s.s.y walls that was it. I growled long and hard before latching onto her neck with my teeth and spewing into her for the second time that night.

I was too tired to do the cleanup so that s.h.i.t will have to wait for the morning, so with one last kiss, I pulled her half way under me and dropped into oblivion. It had been another long night for me and the boys, and tomorrow didn"t promise to be any better.

The feel of her softness beneath me helped me to sleep for a solid six before I was rolling out of bed again. I broke one off inside her before my eyes were even fully open. Morning p.u.s.s.y, especially when it was still wet from the night before, was it"s own special kind of treat.

I dragged her limp form out of bed and headed for the shower. First order of business was brushing our teeth, since she"d turned teeth cleaning into a f.u.c.king science project with electric brushes and s.h.i.t that were on timers. When that was done I turned on the water in the marble stall and set it to just below boil before we stepped in.

I knew what was coming next; it"s like a pattern with us one that I never grew tired of. Bracing myself with my legs planted, I looked down at my c.o.c.k that was already on the rise again. That first f.u.c.k of the morning was just to whet my appet.i.te and hers, sort of like getting s.h.i.t out of the way so we can really get down to business.

She soaped me up first getting last night and this morning"s dried juices off my d.i.c.k. When she was satisfied after teasing the ever-living s.h.i.t out of me with her soft little hands, she got down on her knees; one of my absolute favorite sights.

With water pounding down from four jets she licked my c.o.c.khead before gliding her tongue down my length. I folded my fists to keep from grabbing her hair, not yet. I didn"t start thrusting my hips forward until after she took me into her mouth completely. "b.a.l.l.s baby." Her little hand came up to do my bidding and she squeezed my nuts just right, like she was milking the s.h.i.ts for all they were worth.

Now I could fist her hair, just to add a little pain to the pleasure, she likes that s.h.i.t. "Look at me babydoll." Her eyes flew open and up as her cheeks became more distorted from having eleven and a half inches of c.o.c.k meat stuffed in there. I thrust hard knowing that it would choke her off, I like that feeling around my c.o.c.k too, as she choked and coughed trying to catch her breath.

Pulling out of her mouth, I tapped her lips and cheeks with my bobbing c.o.c.k before stroking hard. I fisted my c.o.c.k and jacked it until I felt the blast coming. She knew what to do, and leaning back on her hands lifted her chest higher. The first volley of c.u.m hit her right between her magnificent t.i.ts. Some ended up on her nipples and I even made it to her lower face. It was a beautiful paint job if I do say so myself.

She fingered her p.u.s.s.y with one hand while using the fingers of the other to wipe c.u.m from her body and feed herself. "Good girl." I cleaned us both up and headed down to make breakfast while she puttered around the bedroom straightening up. Life was f.u.c.king amazing.

Chapter 2.

"I have to make a run later baby, you"ll be okay here by yourself?" It was later that night and we"d both only been home a few hours from our respective jobs. When things are like they are now, I try to spend as much free time with her as possible, because even though I know she understands what"s going on, I"ve learned from my mistakes and I never want her to feel abandoned or like I"m taking advantage. She knows she"s not going anywhere regardless, but I"m not that much of a d.i.c.k that I would use the fact that I"ve got her on lockdown to misuse her.

She hated being alone in the big old house at night, not that I blame her; the world is full of sick s.h.i.t. But I"ve made sure our place is secure and I"ve been teaching her how to take care of herself. I don"t mind that she feels safer with her man around, that"s part of my job. But every once in a while I have to go out at night, or sometimes even be gone for days on end. Those times I usually do all I can to rea.s.sure her that she"s safe and I never take her fears for granted. She was one of the strongest people I knew but when it came to this s.h.i.t there was no getting through to her.

One of her friends had been attacked a few years back and the girls never forgot or really got over it. She"s full of p.i.s.s and vinegar when it comes to me, but underneath all her bravado, my baby"s a girly girl who likes having her man at her back to keep the dark at bay. It"s f.u.c.ked that I have to leave her to go protect someone else but it"s what I do. Seems like it"s what I"ve always done in one capacity or another.

I use to be a detective in the big city; that was before cops started becoming politicians. I had no stomach for the bureaucracy bulls.h.i.t and the game playing so I took early retirement. Not long after leaving, I opened my first bar, which had I known then where it would lead, I would probably have bought a d.a.m.n Mickey D"s. Cops don"t usually hang out in those.

Within weeks of my doors opening, it seemed like every disgruntled cop in a ten mile radius found his a.s.s on one of my bar stools. I hadn"t intended my place to be a cop hangout but pretty early on it was obvious that that"s where s.h.i.t was heading. If that wasn"t bad enough, I got caught up with a whole other element at just about the same time. The peace and tranquility I was after seemed out of reach by then. And life proved to be truly stranger than fiction. I"m not sure what I would"ve done different if anything, had I seen it coming.

There"s nothing stranger for an ex cop than to have some of the degenerates he"d put away coming back into his life. Not set on destruction no, these freaks were looking for an alliance. Apparently, I was a standup guy in their book, the only trust worthy apig" they"d ever had the misfortune to get tangled up with. Lucky me. I was their chosen front man for an enterprise that, if not at the complete other end of the spectrum from my former profession, was pretty f.u.c.king close.

I"d worked vice for a time, did a stint in narcotics, some time in violent crimes and for a time in my early years I"d tackled domestics, before ending up in homicide. I got tired of the revolving door, where the criminals were headed back out on the streets as fast as I put them away. I said f.u.c.k it and hung that s.h.i.t up, it was just the last in a long line of grievances I had against a career I"d looked forward to since my childhood that hadn"t panned out. I guess I"d somehow glamorized the role after watching old films that were heavy on the serve and protect angle. There wasn"t much of that left by the time I handed in my piece and my badge.

There were plenty who tried to talk me out of it but my mind was made up. I"d got into the business to save lives, to help the helpless, not to accept bribes and hide up s.h.i.t if the perp had the right bank account. I was done all the way, there wasn"t much I could do about the illegal s.h.i.t that was going on in the force but I"d be d.a.m.ned if I was going to let myself be tainted any farther.

It was the only thing I had control over, my ability to walk away. And even with threats hanging over my head I"d walked. I was sure some thought I would spill the beans on their shady dealings but I knew better than to wade into that pool. The s.h.i.t went to the top so there was no way for me to bring them down in the courts, why bother trying? There were other ways to deal with them if I was so inclined. So I"d countered their threats with some hard evidence of my own that showed them pretty much that I could take care of myself and they"d got the hint and backed the f.u.c.k off.

All I wanted to do now was enjoy the benefits of having my own place and never again answering to anyone. No one except Ms. Holly that is, who was pretty sure she owned daddy"s a.s.s and wasn"t shy about using that s.h.i.t. In those early days after the force she was my mainstay, I measured my every decision against what it would mean for her future.

So when a couple of the guys I"d put away in their misguided youth came seeking me out, I wasn"t exactly what you would call thrilled. I"d just turned my whole life upside down literally. I"d divorced my wife of almost ten years, leaving behind the most precious thing in my life, my little girl. Even with the new bar I felt at loose ends but I was determined to stay focused on this new avenue that I"d opened up.

But no matter what I told myself, I couldn"t get away from the cop in my blood. So when these guys came to me with a proposition, it didn"t take long for them to talk me around and we ended up forming a sort of club I guess you could say.

These guys were some serious hard a.s.ses that I"d put away for everything from drugs to carrying concealed when they were in their teens. I can"t say that I"d kept in touch with them much after I"d helped to send them up, though I had made an effort in the beginning before life got in the way. But for whatever reason they remembered me, and the way I"d handled them back then. I won"t lie, there was a sense of pride knowing that I"d made that much of a difference in someone"s life.

Somehow these f.u.c.kers heard that I"d left the force and were now rivaling the cops for my ear. When I wasn"t listening to the same complaints I"d once had, the same things that had precipitated my leaving the force from my former colleagues. I was being bombarded by the ex cons turned bike crew vigilantes. They claimed that"s not what they were but the jury was still out back then. These days there"s no question as to what we are, but that too is reliant on who you ask.

When they"d first told me what it was that they were into I have to say I was proud as f.u.c.k of the three misfit delinquents who"d apparently turned their lives around. Instead of terrorizing the neighborhood as they"d once done, these days the boys were into protecting their streets and the people who lived on those streets. Hearing that I played a part in their turn around wasn"t exactly hard on the ears either.

After I"d heard them out and got the gist of where they were going it wasn"t long before I was...o...b..ard. And since it was such a great cause, something I believed in, I"d talked a few of my old buddies from the force into joining up. My new family hadn"t been too fond of that turn of events but once I"d convinced them of the benefits of having more eyes and ears spread out across the county they"d caved grudgingly.

Chapter 3.

Now almost three years later, we have members in three states and the surrounding counties. Some were cops and some were ex cons, who"d done time for petty s.h.i.t when they were younger like my guys, but we all had the same goals. It was humbling all these years later to realize that these guys had more integrity in their gut than most of the a.s.sholes I"d served with on the force. Here they were, the dregs of society; guys who"d been in some form of trouble at one time or another in their lives, but they"d chosen to turn their s.h.i.t around instead of continuing down that road. The fact that they were a scary looking bunch of f.u.c.kers was neither here nor there.

Some less informed beings equate us with the h.e.l.l"s angels, but we"re of a different ilk. Our specialty is cross-country rides with a purpose; our focus is on women and children in f.u.c.ked up situations. Either abused kids or women who were trying to get the h.e.l.l away from some a.s.shole who promised them forever and then subjected them to a life of h.e.l.l. I guess you can call us a relocation organization since we"ve moved more women out of state and into protective shelters across the country than anyone else I know of.

With all the manpower we now have and the differing levels of professionals, from lawyers to doctors and even CEOs and s.h.i.t, our little enterprise had become something I don"t think any of us had expected. That was one of the reasons the guys had approached me, they were growing faster than expected and were in way over their heads. Plus not the one of them had any people skills and though I was a little rough around the edges or so I"ve been told, I still had a little more decorum than my boys.

I was able to talk people of the higher echelons of society into supporting our cause. Men and women that I"d had reason to cross paths with in my former profession in one-way or the other. Most of them were only too happy to help out, for some people writing a check was just as fulfilling as being hands on.

It wasn"t just the relocation thing we had going either, there were the ride-alongs, the security detail, the rebuilding project. A whole f.u.c.k load of things that society needed that you never heard about on the six o"clock news. My favorite and most rewarding though, was protecting the little kids.

That"s how I met my Lily. I"d run a kid whose dad had used her as an ashtray and a football into the hospital where she worked. She"d taken one look at me in my leathers and then looked at the kid and steam came out of her ears and nose. She was a good foot or more shorter, but that hadn"t stopped her from lighting into me and crowding me until she got me out of the room and away from her patient.

"I"m calling the cops you overgrown jerk." I just looked down at her in shock until I caught on to what was going on in her head. Folding my arms I stared down at the little ball of fire as she spat fury at me and threatened me with mayhem. When she started poking me in the chest, that"s when the fun really begun.

I was. .h.i.t in the gut by the strangest sensation, something I had no name for because I"d never experienced it before. I looked down past her finger to the rise in my d.i.c.k. Her eyes followed mine and snapped back up in a hurry, like she"d seen something forbidden. "Seriously?" Now she was really fl.u.s.tered, her face pinked up and she swallowed hard before stepping back. And right then I wished I knew what she was thinking.

"Seems like we"ve got us a situation here doc, so why don"t we do this? Why don"t you take care of my charge here and then you can give me your number and we"ll go from there? Say tonight at about seven."

"Humph, you sure do have a high opinion of yourself don"t you? Who says I"m interested? and besides maybe I already have a date."

"Doesn"t matter to me one way or the other, break it." She had nothing to say to that bold statement, but I noticed she hadn"t shot me down either. That wouldn"t have mattered either if she had, a man like me who"d been around the block a couple times before and after marriage, I knew what it meant when my body reacted this way to a woman. It meant for one thing, the s.e.x was going to be f.u.c.k hot. In the back of my mind I started wondering how long she was going to make me do the dance before she"d let me take her.

"I"m not sure that I like you very much hotshot, now stay out of my way and let me do my job." I held my hands up in surrender and grinned. The good doctor might not be sure if she liked me but her body was sending off signals like a beacon at a lighthouse. She sniffed at me and glared, then she"d turned to little Amy and as fired up as she"d been with me, she was now just as gentle with the little girl.

She spoke to the little girl as if they were old her friends and I was pleasantly surprised by the way she had her at ease in no time.

When little Amy had held out her arms for me and refused to let go I guess Lily had finally accepted the fact that maybe I wasn"t the culprit who"d messed the kid over; though she"d still tried to keep her body between us.

"This wasn"t my doing little one and shame on you for jumping to conclusions." She"d pinked up at my slight admonishment and bent her head to the job of mending Amy"s broken arm.

I"d put my first rush of interest aside then for the sake of the child. My mind once again turned to the horror that she"d just endured at the hands of someone who was supposed to care for and cherish her. I held onto her while the obviously competent doc had taken care of all her other sc.r.a.pes and bruises, which also included a split lip and some minor bruises that covered the better part of her little body.

The dad was in much worse shape now though thanks to me, one of the perks of no longer being a cop. I get to kick the s.h.i.t out of any a.s.shole the law seeks to protect while they trample all over other people"s rights. I no longer had to toe the line for fear of reprisals. The a.s.sholes I tangled with these days because of the s.h.i.t they were into, had no other recourse after I, or one of my guys had laid their a.s.s out, which was becoming a regular occurrence.

It"s shameful to admit but it"s true, I get a s.h.i.tload of pleasure out of putting my foot up some a.s.shole"s a.s.s, and when I wasn"t there to do it one of my guys picked up the slack. I"d seen enough s.h.i.t on and off of the force to last me a lifetime, and the one thing I knew was that bullies never stood up to anyone bigger or stronger than them. With the manpower we had, we were bigger and meaner than a whole lot of people out there. The difference is that we choose to use our strength to protect those who are weaker.

Chapter 4.

Now with her a.s.surance that she was going to be okay, and one last kiss and feel I headed out the door. I know my visage had changed before I even hopped on my bike. Gone was the easy go lucky husband to be and in his place was a man of steel. This is how it is in my life these days; I"ve got too much to protect, too much to lose to let myself be anything but hard. The world has shown itself to be a danger to the innocent, a f.u.c.king death trap to the sweet and una.s.suming. I may not be able to save them all, but I"m gonna do all I can for the ones I can save.

I hadn"t just gained the reputation as a hard a.s.s, though I didn"t necessarily see myself that way. I"ve always been told that I was one mean son of a b.i.t.c.h. That had served me well in the interrogation room, now it serves its purpose in other venues. My ex wife can bear testament to that s.h.i.t too I guess, or so she likes to claim. I know Lily steers clear of that s.h.i.t, because from day one, day one being the first time I took her out to dinner, I"d lain down the law.

After we"d met in the hospital I"d shown up at her job the next day and hadn"t taken no for an answer. I wouldn"t say I"d worn her down as much as I"d taken her over. Our first date was at my first bar, thinking back now, that hadn"t been the best idea. I knew my guys liked hanging out in my place and I also knew they were a nosy bunch of f.u.c.ks who never quit.

After the ribbing and the catcalls along with some almost tame suggestions I"d sequestered her in a back booth out of sight. I had made up my mind already where I wanted this thing to go so I just laid it all out for her then and there.

"You want something to drink?"

"I"m on call tomorrow so maybe just one gla.s.s of white." If I didn"t know she was a doctor I might"ve asked her little a.s.s for some ID, she was that small. The server came over and took our drink orders while I checked out the doc. She was put together really well out from under that smock she"d been wearing the night before.

Her t.i.ts were ripe and full under the stretchy top she wore. Her neat waist tapered off to slightly rounded hips, not too wide but not nonexistent either, in soft jeans that molded her a.s.s just right. No wonder my guys had lost their d.a.m.n minds. I"ll have to talk to them about that s.h.i.t later. I couldn"t go too hard though because they weren"t accustomed to seeing me with a chick. Then again that should tell them something, that maybe she was special if I was bringing her to my place.

"How old did you say you were again?"

"I didn"t say." She was cheeky as f.u.c.k that"s for sure. She played with the stem of her gla.s.s as she teased me from across the table. "You do know it"s rude to ask a woman her age right?"

"Well since I plan for the two of us to be together for a long time I think I have the right to know."

"Are you always this forward with people you"ve only just met?"

"Is there any other way to be? Look I"m pretty sure by now you have a pretty good idea who I am and what I"m about. I don"t have time to f.u.c.k around and I especially don"t have time to d.i.c.k around with my personal life. I saw you, I want you, I"m keeping you and before you ask, no you don"t have any say in the matter."

That had pretty much been the gist of our coming together. After that night it had taken me another month give or take to move her into my place and we hadn"t even f.u.c.ked yet. I have a kid to protect for the rest of her life, so for me, any woman I bring into my home has to fit a certain criteria. She has to be at least better than my ex in the mothering stakes for one thing. I wasn"t about to take any chances with my lil bit, no way no how. I"ve f.u.c.ked plenty, because let"s face it, every red blooded male needs that outlet, but from the get, I knew she was going to be different.

It wasn"t easy jumping back on that horse, I mean it hadn"t been that long since the divorce and I hadn"t exactly been looking for anything long term. Some of my guys" bad habits had been rubbing off on me and easy p.u.s.s.y was high on the menu.

For some reason women were attracted to the whole biker deal and they expected us to live up to our reputations. For that reason, before Lily and after Deanna my s.e.x life had changed drastically. I have to say my life with Deanna had been pretty vanilla, not that I"m complaining, it was good for what it was. But now I had more threesomes than a man knew what to do with.

Not gonna lie, I was into that s.h.i.t; why? Because my emotions were never involved, so it didn"t matter to me if I nailed one or three at a time. Plus the s.h.i.t I was dealing with left me wound the f.u.c.k up and s.e.x is the best decompression I know of, and it seemed there was always a steady stream of p.u.s.s.y coming in and out of the clubhouse.

Now with Lily on my d.i.c.k, I had to put all that s.h.i.t aside. I wasn"t the type to run around on my old lady, not if she was the one. I expected loyalty and fidelity from her and I wasn"t willing to give any less. She kinda had a hard time with my past, with the women I"d f.u.c.ked and the fact that some of them were still hanging around.

The hangers on knew the deal, I couldn"t exactly get rid of them; they were part of the scene after all. But they knew to respect my woman and my s.p.a.ce. It only took one time for me telling them to back the f.u.c.k off and it was done. I guess Lily felt a little sore in the beginning because I"d refused to f.u.c.k her until after I"d done what I needed to do to make sure she was a safe bet.

I didn"t try explaining myself to her and maybe that added to her displeasure, but the reality was I wanted in her in the worst way, but I also wanted something more. If she"d turned out to be unsuitable I would"ve taken her to the clubhouse and done her there for however long it would"ve taken for me to get her out of my system.

But feeling the way I did about her I didn"t want to disrespect her in that way. That"s why the long wait before I brought her under me. And boy was it worth the wait, she might be a little bit of a thing but when it came to f.u.c.king she held her own. f.u.c.king with me she needed to.

These days lovemaking for me is what other people call foreplay. That s.h.i.t"s cool for the first half an hour or so, but I like to f.u.c.k; hair pulling, nipple clamping, b.a.l.l.s deep s.e.x. Any female messing with me had better be down with that s.h.i.t or she"s in for a world of hurt. Lily had stood the test.

Chapter 5.