Page 43 of Kings Have No Mercy


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Once I’ve got her naked from the waist down and my dick out, it’s on. This time, I remember a condom. I slide into her and it’s like I’m losing my mind at the feel of her.

It’s enough to make me black out.

That’s what happens. The best way to describe our fucks. I black out and I engage with my more primal side—I rumble like a beast and then groan at the warmth encasing me on all sides. Even with the condom, it’s so good, I’d give praise if I didn’t think it’d make Sydney’s ego any bigger.

I fuck her ’til I lose it. We’re hot, sweaty animals bucking against each other as I push her so far over the chair, she’s almost upside down. Not that she minds or cares—she’s getting hers too. Her ass perched against me, I hit all the right spots that make her scream out.

That’s the thing about Sydney.

She knows how to work a dick. She knows when to bounce on it, how to squeeze it, and just the right moment to push me over the edge.

I fall half on top of her as I jam my dick as deep as it’ll go, and she moans and writhes beneath me. I can feel her thighs quake against me… or maybe it’s from me. A twitchy feeling develops throughout my body as my dick does the same. Twitches and comes in the ultra-thin latex sheathed over it.

“Fuck you for having such a fucking good pussy,” I swear, delirious as hell. I press my lips into the side of her throat and husk out heavy breaths trying to catch up.

“Fuck you too, Mace,” she snaps. Never able to not back talk. “Fuck you and that fat-ass dick.”

The insult-that’s-not-really-an-insult-but-said-with-the-hatred-of-one makes me laugh. I rise up with my hands at work rolling off the used condom and pulling up my boxers and jeans.

“You still fucked me,” I point out.

She straightens up from being bent over the armchair, glaring at me from where she is. “That’s because you’ve got a bigger dick than Johnny Flanagan.”

My insides freeze. It reflects on my face. I know it does, because she smiles.

“Kidding,” she says. “I haven’t seen his.”

I move closer, invading her space all over again. Our noses almost touch. “You don’t fuck anybody else in this club. So help you God, Sydney, if you do—”

“What?” she challenges. “What would you do, Mace?”

I grab her by the throat in a rough kiss. My tongue shoves its way into her mouth, and I suck the air from her lungs ’til I possess her. ’Til I become the only air she breathes.

“Try it,” I say with a squeeze of her throat. “But don’t be surprised if you find Flanagan in a body bag and a dick a lot bigger than his shoved up your ass. Just don’t expect no fucking mercy.”

The dazed way Sydney eyes me tells me a part of her is curious enough to consider testing me just to find out.

It’s what these moments are like. Us locked into a physical transaction between our bodies and a battle of wills.

I’ve probably called her back to the office enough times to make everybody suspicious. But I really don’t give a fuck.

Up ’til now, I’ve dealt with Sydney by pushing her away. That strategy wasn’t working considering I’m forced to see her plump ass and Double D tits every day at the saloon and then again in the house out back. Our hook ups keep her within my scope while also giving me the sexual satisfaction I need.

I can still figure out if she’s the informant spying on the club as I get to enjoy having sex with her.

Win, win.

The house is no different.

We usually make sure Velma’s not around. I corner her in the hall and drag her into my bedroom for a hard fuck. I push her down to her knees to suck my dick on the patio. We’ve wound up in the den where she sleeps, with her clutching the sheets as I plough into her from behind and squeeze her ass cheeks so hard, I can see the imprints of my hands dimpled in her brown skin.

My dreams still manifest. Dreams of Sydney in the most lewd situations.

I’m a man obsessed that doesn’t want to fucking admit it.

I realize this when I’m supposed to be focusing on club matters and yet the only thing I can think about is how I want to eat the fuck out of her pussy.

Most guys feel like you shouldn’t do that shit for a woman you’re not in a relationship with. Only your old lady gets those privileges.

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