Page 153 of Merciless

If I were a better man, I might go and have a word with him about not satisfying her needs and kick him up the ass.

But as it is, I’m a selfish asshole who wants to keep Alana and her incredible pussy to myself.

Her eyes hold mine, begging me to say fuck it to the world outside and stay here with her. But then her stomach growls, reminding us both that she hasn’t eaten all fucking day and guilt slams into me.

“I’ll come back with something good to eat,” I promise, finally extracting myself from between her legs and swiping my still soaking-wet sweats from the puddle they were sitting in.

Deciding against attempting to pull them on, I throw the fabric over my arm.

“I’ll bring you clothes too.”

Scooting back on the bed, she rests against the wall and wraps her arms around her legs.

“I’m going to need a shower.”

My eyes shoot to her pussy where my cum is still leaking out of her.

“We’ll see. I like knowing you’re down here smelling like me with the evidence of what we’ve done running down your thighs.”

“Caveman.”

“Been called worse, Dove. Be good,” I warn before I slip through the open door.

I close it behind me and pause, looking down at the locks.

I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to force her to stay down here. But I know I can’t let her out and roam free just because her pussy is fucking spectacular.

“Fuck,” I hiss, caving and closing just one of the bolts.

There’s no way she’d be able to open it from inside, but I feel better knowing that I leave the rest disengaged.

After grabbing my abandoned cell, I run up the stairs butt-naked with my sweats dripping a trail of water behind me.

I burst through the door with a new sense of energy after getting laid as many times in the last few hours as I have in the last couple of weeks… hell, months.

Shit, my life was boring until my little dove crashed into it.

The first thing I notice is that it’s dark outside.

I guess we did fuck like… shit. Three… no, four times?

Holy hell, no wonder I feel good about life right now.

I pause the second I see the state of the living room.

“Yo, bro. You here?” I shout, poking my head into the room to survey the destruction.

It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but I can’t help but smile because I know the reason he did this. I shouldn’t be smug but fuck… I really fucking am.

“Reid? You here, man?” I call louder, but I’m greeted with nothing but silence.

Traipsing through the kitchen, which thankfully, is untouched, I pull the refrigerator open and grab two bottles of beer before heading upstairs.

Ignoring my door, I continue down the hallway to his room.

“Bro?” I call before pushing the door open. “O-oh someone is pissed,” I mutter when I find his room in a similar state to downstairs. “Doesn’t fucking want her, my ass.”

But despite the destruction, I don’t find the man of the house.

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