Page 25 of Begging for Mercy
That’s because when it’s buried in your ass, it could split you in half. Looks can be deceiving. I’ve seen Reaper’s cock first-hand—not by choice—and I know how hard he pounds. The bastard fucks hard and likes it when his partners scream.
“Did you tell him it was small?”
“No, but I laughed.”
“Youlaughed?”
Talk about a man’s worst nightmare. Mercy’s giving him a run for his money.
“That’s probably the worst thing you can do to a man’s ego,” I inform her, unable to keep from grinning. Fuck, I can’t believe she laughed at his dick! “Bravo.”
“I didn’t mean to!”
“That doesn’t matter.” I unsnap my shoulder pads and start removing my gear. Shit’s heavy. “He’s going to remember this for the rest of his life.”
Until he can prove her wrong, at least. If I play my cards right, though, he won’t get the chance.
“I know I won’t forget it,” Mercy mutters, more to herself than to me. She gets this faraway look in her eyes, and I know she’s reminiscing or fantasizing or, fuck, I don’t know what’s worse.
“Stop that,” I grunt, tapping her forehead. “No picturing another man’s cock in front of me. It’s not allowed.”
Ignoring my new rule, she starts describing Reaper’s cock. “I never realized they were so veiny. Are all dicks like that?” Her eyes flick down to my crotch, and my dick gets ideas, thickening to half-mast.
I clear my throat, feeling the tips of my ears burn. She can’t possibly want to compare my dick to Reaper’s, right? I’m imagining things. That little sparkle in her eye is a figment of my imagination. Pure fantasy. There’s no way she would ever suggest?—
“Can I see it?”
My heart stops beating, and I stare at her lips to make sure I heard her right. “Come again?”
She blushes furiously, pinking from the tip of her nose to her hairline. “I, um, asked if I could see it.”
There’s no way this isactuallyhappening to me right now. I’m being pranked. There’s a hidden camera. People are hiding in the bushes to jump out and laugh at me the moment I pull my dick out for her.
“See… what?” I ask, still not believing that I’m hearing her right. I have to be having an acute case of heat stroke.
“Oh God,” she squeals, smacking her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, I’m being so insensitive right now. I can’t just go around asking guys to see their dicks?—”
If only she knew how many would volunteer.
“—and you’ve been so generous already with trying to save my life?—”
There’s no trying, Iwillsave her from this idiotic game before she gets herself killed.
“—I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t be.” Gently taking her hand, I give her a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll show you.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”Dear God, yes.“But not here.” I chuckle under my breath, and thankfully, it helps her relax. “Let me shower first. We can grab some lunch, head to the Registrar’s office, and knock out two birds with one stone. No one’s ever there, so while I’m researching Reaper and his brother, you can research…” I gesture towards my crotch. “My dick.”
Shoving my arm, Mercy laughs. “That’s super cheesy. And perverted.”
I shrug, but being cheesy and perverted doesn’t bother me if it gets me the girl.
The Registrar’s office is in its own building across the street from the financial aid office. It’s busiest during the first few weeks of the semester, so seeing as we’re in November, things are dead quiet. Mercy and I waltz through the front doors and breeze up to the counter where one of the cheerleaders—her name is Abby—beams at me.
“Sam!” she gushes, coming around the counter to give me a hug. “What a surprise!”
