Page 129 of Merciless

Knowing that I’m not going to be able to go down there without at least taking the edge off, I tighten my grip on the remote and stalk back toward my room.

I’ve got my boxers around my ankles as I step over the threshold and kick them toward the laundry basket before falling down on my bed and grabbing my TV remote with my free hand.

I find the right channel for the live feed downstairs and abandon that remote in favor of my dick.

“Oh fuck, yes, little dove,” I groan as I squeeze my shaft, while turning her vibrator back on.

“For the love of God, you sadistic motherfucker,” she screams, thrashing about on the bed.

“So fucking beautiful, Dove. Open your legs, let me see what you’ve got,” I murmur, wishing she could hear my demands.

I up the speed on the remote, and it has the exact reaction I was hoping for.

“Fucking hell, you’re perfect.” I groan, working myself to a fast release.

It might be needed, but I already know it won’t be enough.

She continues moaning and cursing Reid out as I get closer.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I grunt, spilling my seed over the carpet, just as she moans like she’s about to do the same.

In a rush, I shut off the vibrator, making her curse Reid to hell again.

Too late for that, little dove. He got his one-way ticket down there a long time ago.

There’s movement at my door before the smug fuck’s head pokes inside.

“I’ll get my own coffee then, shall I?”

“As if you didn’t just nut in the shower,” I bark when he vanishes just as fast as he appeared.

“Just clean the carpet. No one wants to walk on your crusty old cum stains.”

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“You know, you don’t have to watch her every second, right?” Reid teases as I sit at the kitchen island with the live stream on my cell.

“Says the one who fell asleep watching her with the remote in one hand and his co— Ow,” I complain when he throws a spoon at my head.

“You can’t even admit that doing that got you so hot you had to jerk off about fifty times afterward, can you?”

“Just doing what needs to be done.”

“Fuck me. You’re pathetic.”

“Not what Mav is saying. Bet that motherfucker can barely walk today,” he says with an evil grin.

“It was pretty epic,” I confess.

“He deserved it. I hope it hurts like fuck,” he says before sipping on his nuclear mug of caffeine.

“He really is a mess without her, isn’t he?”

“Pathetic.”

“He loves her,” I say absently, making Reid’s eyes jump to mine. “What? You suddenly grow a conscience?”

“Fuck no. I don’t give a shit about how he feels about Alana. Just curious as fuck. They’ve been married for years, and she’s that fucking desperate to get laid,” he says, gesturing toward the screen where she’s rocking back and forth as the vibrator continues on its lowest setting. “How hasn’t he caved and fucked her raw?”

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