Chapter Eighteen

 

Abe

 

“Oh, fuck, yes, Red,” I groan as my dick disappears into Mercy’s wide-open mouth.

Unable to remain standing, I tug on Mercy’s hair to pull her forward as I walk back, keeping my cock in her mouth until I’m able to take a seat on the side of my bed. It’s almost midnight. We just got back from recording her fucking date with the swimming asshole on the show that I beat, and I need her mouth to make me come so bad I can’t stand it.

“Suck me, suck me, suck me,” I chant as she does just that, moaning and bobbing her beautiful, red head like she can’t get enough. The only problem is that I can’t see enough of her. As soon as we got to my room, she was unzipping my pants; and that’s as far as either of us got. Now I want to see her gorgeous body. Grabbing the front of her thin summer dress with both hands, I jerk on either side of the material until it shreds down the middle, baring all of her to me, including her pussy since she gave up wearing panties and bras except for the ones on set after some of hers were stolen. While I hate that fucker for doing that to her, I have to say that I’m happy as hell that she’s decided not to wear any more to avoid feeding his sick obsession.

“Rub that pretty pussy for me while I fuck your mouth,” I tell her, and she does it right away, lowering one hand between her thighs and touching herself with two fingers. The sounds she makes around my cock while pleasuring herself have me even closer to blowing my load.

While I had planned on letting her get my dick wet with her mouth before I fucked her, that plan is slowly fading away the longer she’s on her knees.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her through gritted teeth when it’s impossible for me to hold off any longer. Her response is to take me deeper into her mouth, so I give up the good fight and give her everything I’ve got. Mercy swallows what she can before she pulls back and finishes me off with her hand. She closes her eyes and lets my hot bursts of pleasure land on her face.

And, fuck, it makes me feel like an asshole for treating such a beautiful, classy woman in such a vulgar way. When I finish, I fall backward on the bed with my hands behind my head to stare up at the white speckled paint on the ceiling. From the corner of my eye, I see Mercy get up and go into the bathroom to clean herself off.

When she comes back in the bedroom, I feel the mattress dip when she climbs up on it. And then, she’s curling up beside me with her head on my chest while fingernails slip under my shirt to graze up and down my stomach.  

“Why do you let me fuck you like that?” I ask her.

“Like what?” she replies innocently, even though I’m sure she knows what I mean.

“Like a dirty little slut or whatever you called it the other day.”

“Because I like it that way,” she says. “I like how you aren’t afraid to be a little rough and dirty with me, unlike the other men I’ve been with.”

“You shouldn’t be treated rough or dirty,” I tell her.

“Why not?” she asks. “If that’s what I want and what you like too? It’s hot. At least it is for me…”

“Yeah, it’s hot,” I agree. I’ve never come as fast as I do when I’m with Mercy. So why do I feel guilty when I do the same thing to her that I’ve done to other women?

Because I care about her and don’t want her to be like the others – nothing but a good time and then it’s over.

“What’s wrong, big guy?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I respond. It’s not like I can ask Mercy to quit the show after they’ve started filming it. She just met me. And, for one reason or another, I’m not the type of man she thinks is “Mr. Right.” Mercy’s just slumming it with me, the convicted felon and outlaw, because the sex is great. In a few weeks, she’ll have to pick a guy. And once her perverted stalker is caught, she won’t need me in her life. She’ll go on to marry some banker or lawyer and have a slew of kids while I’ll be still stumbling through life like I’m not sure where I belong.

 

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Over the next few days, I watch jealously from the sidelines while lesser men flirt and carry on with my woman. They compete in more events with each other to win alone time with Mercy. My least favorite would be the one where she’s blindfolded and has to try and guess which man is which based on nothing but running her hands over their faces, arms, chests and stomachs.

Despite the stupid candlelit dinners and shit, at least I know that every night I’m the one who gets to take Mercy to bed and fuck her. Afterwards, I hold her for a few minutes before she falls asleep and rolls away from me.

That part at the end of the day is what gets me through the torture of seeing her surrounded by other men. Oh, and I fucking love when she sends guys packing, eliminating them from the competition.

Too bad I can’t be whatever kind of man it is that she’s looking for. I try to figure out exactly what that is while I watch from behind the scenes as the contestants are dwindled down to four.

Is it because they’re pretty boys? I’m not exactly hideous, I don’t think.

Are they rich? Probably, but Mercy doesn’t seem like she cares about money all that much. Even though she has no clue, I actually have a decent sized bank account.

Is it my size? I’m bigger than the other men for sure, not just in height but more muscular too. Does Mercy prefer small men? Nah, I doubt that.

So, I guess all I’m missing is the part where I don’t ever want any kids or have the brains that these four last men standing have. The fuckers all told her they want lots and lots of kids. Also, they definitely had me on the giant crossword puzzle thing they had to complete with only Mercy’s favorite things as clues. I knew them too; it just took me a little longer to fill in the board with letters once the show stopped filming.

The truth is, I dropped out of high school when I was fifteen, the year our mother killed herself. Since Gabriel was only thirteen, he went into the foster system without me. I went to the streets instead because of my juvie record that no one wanted to deal with. Before, I had been stealing food and smalltime shit to feed us and give Gabe gifts for Christmas and his birthdays. But after our mom died, I started stealing cars for a local chop shop in Charlotte to get by while I tried to find out where my brother was living. Then, when I found him, I got busted and lost my freedom, leaving Gabe to fend for himself yet again. I made a stupid mistake, and I regretted it for the entire eighteen months I was locked up and all the years since.

Is my criminal record and stupidity the reason Mercy only wants to keep me around as her bodyguard and to fuck me until she finds the man she wants to marry? Being big enough to kick someone’s ass and fucking are really the only two things that I’m good at. I know it, she knows it, and so does everyone else.