Size King

by S. C. Adams

  “What do you want to know?” he wonders. “Go on. Ask me anything.”

  With such a setup, I can’t resist…

  “How did your wife die? If you don’t want to tell me, I’ll understand…”

  He hangs his head low for a few moments before answering me. I am surprised that he is so upfront, although I’m not surprised by his response.

  “She was murdered.”

  My heart still sinks when I hear him say it. I clutch my chest, wondering what potential rabbit hole I might be falling into.

  “I think the bullet was meant for me,” Dustin continues. “But she was shot. It happened right on the motorcycle we bought together.”

  I take Dustin’s hand in mine, holding him close.

  “I’m not trying to make you feel sorry for me,” he says.

  “It’s okay,” I tell him. “I just… I’m so sorry. That’s so tragic.”

  “You happen to know the man responsible for ordering Rebecca’s death,” he says in an odd tone.

  Then, before I can process or even think of what Dustin has just said, the party comes to an explosive end.

  Gunshots ring out from outside the clubhouse, ripping through the walls and filling the place with bullets. Everyone inside gets to the floor, getting as low as possible to ensure no one gets hit. Shots are fired at us for nearly twenty whole seconds, freezing me in place.

  Once the gunfire ceases, I can hear the sounds of at least three motorcycles taking off down the road as quickly as possible. Three Crimson Wheel members leap up from the floor to pursue the shooters.

  “Watch out for glass!” Cody warns.

  No one is hurt. No one is bleeding, and nothing in the clubhouse is even irreparably damaged from the shooting.

  Despite being unharmed (and even shielded by Dustin briefly during the event), I feel sick. I’m still on the floor, unable to move, terrified and unsure of how to react, what to do, or how to feel.

  I am wondering what I’ve just gotten myself into.

  49

  Dustin

  The police come by the clubhouse later Friday night to question all of us. No one says anything. They do their damage report, take our meaningless statements, and go on their way.

  After the cops leave, Megan and Kelsey leave, too. For the rest of that night, the group and I are determining what our next plan of action is.

  Greg and Larry, after chasing the gunmen right after the shootout, are able to discern exactly who it was taking off from the scene. It was, of course and no surprise to me, Jacob Evans. He and two of his boys had ridden right up to the clubhouse on their bikes and just opened fire on us with machine guns. I can’t fucking believe the balls on this piece of excrement.

  The police are investigating, so we know we need to strike as soon as possible. Many of the guys want to attack right away, but Cody and I reason that the Hell-Snakes will likely be ready for such an onslaught right now.

  Cody keeps saying, “This is war,” under his breath repeatedly throughout the night. We all know we can’t let them get away with this. With how hot our blood is, we feel like taking on the entire gang and ending them all. At this point, I really don’t give a shit.

  By the time us Wheels finally hit the road, the sun has risen, and Saturday is upon us. The guys and I agree to strike tomorrow and fast, before the police can get all of their warrants and teams ready and get to the Hell-Snakes first.

  To add even more shit on top of it, Megan isn’t returning my calls. After everything that has happened, I thought I would get a response from her at some point. Since I didn’t, I essentially feel downtrodden for the majority of my day.

  I’m so glad that Mason and Austin weren’t at the clubhouse when the shooting took place. I decide that since I’m not sure what tomorrow is going to bring and what events are going to transpire, I’m going to spend time with my boys.

  We play video games together. Even Austin wants to get involved—although his performance is rather poor, I’m still surprised by how well he is faring for a three-year-old.

  I talk with them a lot during the day, usually about nothing important at all. I just want to hear their voices. I want to enjoy every waking moment I have with them.

  As nighttime is coming, they even ask me about “the girl we met,” meaning Megan. They wonder if they are going to see her again. While they are getting ready to go to bed, I tell them that maybe she’ll be coming over for dinner tomorrow night.

  “I’d like that,” says Mason uncharacteristically. I’m surprised by his forwardness when it comes to Megan. Not only is he usually more timid when it comes to talking to me, but he doesn’t typically ask about other grown-ups other than Cody.

  Since Megan isn’t returning my calls, and because Karen is around and able to babysit, I decide to go over to Megan’s place and see if she will talk with me in person. I half-expect her to not even acknowledge me when I get there, but I’m willing to try.

  I knock on her door, and she actually answers, much to my surprise. She opens up, looking morose and exhausted. I wonder how much sleep she’s gotten.

  “Hey,” I say, looking down at my feet.

  “Hi,” she replies faintly.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says unconvincingly. “I’m just still a little shaken up.”

  “I don’t blame you,” I say sincerely. “I totally understand. I never thought they’d just attack like that. I underestimated Jacob.”

  “We both did,” she says. “I feel partially responsible for what happened.”

  “Are you serious?” I ask. “The Hell-Snakes are our enemies. What? Just because you quit, you think Jacob shot the place up?”

  She shrugs, now looking down at her own feet.

  “It is nobody’s fault but his,” I tell her. “The Hell-Snakes put bullets in those guns and pulled those triggers. Everyone makes their own choices. They made theirs.”

  Without having to say it aloud, she ushers me in. She closes the door behind me and bolts us in.

  I look into her eyes, desperately trying to read them. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Megan.”

  “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things,” she replies. “I’ve thought about our night together in your bed.”

  “As have I,” I say.

  “I’ve thought about your sweet little boys,” she continues. “Of course, I’ve thought about the other night at the clubhouse. I’m scared, Dustin.”

  I hate hearing her say that. I want to protect her and make her feel safe and secure.

  “You’re going to war with Jacob, aren’t you?” she asks.

  “I am,” I answer. “It turns out we go further back than just the other night. He’s the one that gave the order to have my wife killed.”

  She now seems paler than she was before.

  I clear my throat. “I’ve got to ask, does this change things between us? Now that you see what kind of stuff I’ve got to deal with sometimes?”

  “I’m not sure,” she says. “I don’t want to be in danger all the time.”

  “I understand.”

  “I guess I was in danger just by working for that creep,” she reasons. “I don’t know what to do. Now I’m afraid that Jacob will just show up here one night and rape me, or kill me…”

  “I’m taking care of it,” I promise. “Let me handle Jacob and his reptiles first and then see how you feel. Don’t write me off just yet.”

  “I’m not getting rid of you just yet,” says Megan. “I’m just afraid. And what would’ve happened if Mason or Austin were with you for some reason? I’m not telling you how to raise your kids—”

  “Please let me fix our Hell-Snake problem, and then you’ll see that there’s nothing to fear anymore,” I say.

  I pull her in for a hug, holding her close in order to comfort her and to hopefully avoid expounding on what I mean by “fixing our Hell-Snake problem.”

  Neither of us want to let go of each other once we start hugging. We
need closeness, compassion, and a pleasing warm body to hold.

  I can smell her hair as I move my head around. She smells so good. I don’t want to ruin the moment by turning our hug into something sexual, but I want to feel her ass again so badly.

  We look into each other’s eyes. The desire is incarnate, living, and existing behind her eyes and in her soul. I still can’t get over how fucking sexy this woman is.

  50

  Megan

  I can see it in his eyes as we stare at each other. With an uncertain future ahead for us both and our bodies so unbelievably attracted to one another, we know what lays ahead. I look forward to it gladly. I can feel myself becoming wet for him already.

  To say I’m confused would be a severe understatement. I can’t make up my mind on what is most important. The only thing I know for sure in that moment is how badly I’ve been wanting to feel him inside me again.

  We kiss, devouring each other’s lips as if they truly might be going away forever. We both begin to breathe heavier and moan louder the more we kiss and the more aroused we become.

  We touch each other all over, fiercely going at it and kissing each other all over, too. We undress each other as quickly as possible, unable to even get ourselves to my bedroom. We collapse on the couch, clumsily sliding off all layers of clothing while driving each other wild.

  After he gets my shirt and bra off, he kisses my neck. This is enough to send me over the edge. Feeling his warm lips and manly facial hair pressing into my neck is enough to ruin my panties.

  “Just fuck me, Dustin,” I beg.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  After we are fully disrobed and nude, I lay down on my back so that my legs are hanging off the couch. I am wet, quivering, and have my legs spread wide for him. He stares between my legs for several moments, obviously liking what he sees.

  I’m not ready for what he has in store for me. He puts his cock deep inside of me hard and fast, practically knocking the breath out of me every time he goes deeper. His initial penetration takes my breath away, and every subsequent thrust gives more of it back to me so that I can moan for him. I can’t believe he is taking me right there on my couch. It is so hot, and he is so hot. He knows just how to fuck me.

  “You’re going to make me cum!” I cry.

  “Yes, fucking give it to me, girl!” Dustin yells.

  I do as he wants, tightening nicely along his shaft and creaming all over his girth. I shout at the top of my lungs with no signs of volume lowering. I think that me screaming like I am will be enough for him to burst his thick load inside of me, but somehow, he maintains his powerful erection, like a warrior intent on total domination.

  I move aside so that he can join me on the couch. He lays down and begins to stroke himself, going all the way from top to base, furiously jerking off while I situate myself on top of him.

  “You ready for me to ride you, baby?” I ask.

  “Fucking do it, Megan,” he growls.

  I climb into his lap, lowering myself slowly down his thick pole, taking in as much of him as I can. Each time I go back up and down, I take just a little bit more of him. He’s so fucking big.

  Once I have all of him snugly within my walls, I begin to really ride him hard. I lean down so that we can kiss each other while I fuck his hot dick.

  He generally keeps his hands on either my ass or my breasts. At one point, while I rode him and leaned in close to him, he starts fondling my chest and sucking on my nipples as they come close to impacting with his face. His mouth and tongue are just as good at melting my tits as they are at oral pleasures.

  “Keep sucking my tits, baby…”

  While he firmly massages my right breast with one hand and spanks my ass with his other hand, he is also nibbling and tugging on my nipples like he is hoping for sustenance.

  I start to touch my clit as I keep riding him, and this is what does it for me.

  I climax so many times during this most intense ride. It is the first time that I experienced multiple orgasms, at least, that’s what I think they are, with each one being more powerful than the last.

  My finale comes when he finally shoots his massive load up deep inside of me. He fucks me like a madman when he gets really close, and when it comes time to release, he fills me up with so much of his custard that I can feel it dripping down my thighs.

  After our lovemaking is complete, I get us both some towels to wipe ourselves down. We end up cuddling with each other in bed for a while—no talking or deep discussions about life or where things might be headed for us.

  I want him to stay the night, but I know that he is going to have to leave at some point to go back to his house with his sons. However, he would name a time that he is leaving, and then he would add another ten minutes onto the time so he doesn’t have to go. He doesn’t want to leave my bed.

  Eventually though, the time does come. I am the strong one and get out of bed first and start getting dressed. He follows suit, watching me as I put everything back on.

  “Hey, are you busy tomorrow?” he asks.

  “Well, I work for you now,” I say. “I haven’t really gotten my schedule yet, so really, I think it’s up to you, sir.”

  “I’m not asking for you to come and work at the shop,” he clarifies. “Although I am asking you for a favor. I promise you can say no, but just know that I’d pay you.”

  “What’s going on?” I ask.

  “Would it be possible for you to look after my boys for a few hours tomorrow?” he wonders. “There’s something I have to get done, and I should be back home a little past noon at the latest. I’ll pay you fifteen bucks an hour. You can help yourself to anything you want in the house.”

  “I’ll stay over for as long as you need me to,” I tell him. “We’ll all get to know each other a little better!”

  “Are you serious?” he asks. “If you can’t, I swear I’m not going to be pissed or—”

  “Dustin, I’ll look after Mason and Austin tomorrow for you,” I say.

  “In that case, I’d like to now ask if you’ll stay for dinner after,” he continues. “The boys and I will make you breakfast for dinner. Mason and I can make a mean pancake.”

  “Yes, I’ll have dinner with you boys tomorrow,” I say.

  Dustin is pleased, and I just puzzle myself even more. The more I think about it, the less I understand why I said yes. I can’t fathom why I haven’t been scared away from him after everything that I’ve experienced in the last few days alone. I figure that the only logical reason is that I must want to give him a chance after all, danger and everything else that comes with him.

  51

  Dustin

  It is ten o’clock on Sunday morning. Church congregations are filling up, Megan is over at the house looking after Mason and Austin for the day, and I am riding with Cody and a few of our most trusted Crimson Wheel brethren on our bikes over to Ultra-Cycle.

  The crew and I expect there to only be two or three maintenance people working on their garage, and we assume that Jacob will likely have at least one or two Hell-Snakes with him. I don’t know whether to anticipate a firefight or not, but we know everyone is going to be armed and ready for a fight.

  The crew goes and closes up the garage and makes sure to keep the maintenance guys quiet. Cody and I march straight into the building and go for Jacob.

  It is just he and one other guy. They both have their weapons drawn and are each about to fire on us, but Cody and I are too fast for them. Cody manages to take out Jacob’s buddy with just one shot, and I’m glad to see that my aim is still focused and precise—I shoot off two rounds, both hitting Jacob in the legs and knocking him down onto the floor.

  Cody kicks Jacob’s gun away from him before he can crawl over to it. I stand right over him, holding my M9 steady and aiming it right for Jacob’s head. I’m tempted to pull the trigger and end his life right then and there.

  “Wanna take him in his office and torture him in there?” Cody asks me.
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br />   I’d thought for many hours during many days throughout many months about what I would do to the person who was responsible for Rebecca’s demise. Yet, as I hover over my wife’s executioner, I can’t bring myself to do it. Jacob can read the internal conflict going on within me.

  “You know, when you first came into my shop, I didn’t recognize y’all at first.” Jacob chuckles. “You Crimson Wheels aren’t shit anyway.”

  I pistol-whip Jacob in the face, knocking a tooth from out of his mouth and a large amount of blood.

  “I want you to know something,” says Jacob, glaring up at me with malice. “I didn’t order your wife dead. The one who got your wife right in the head was me. I killed your wife, and I would do it again from any distance.”

  He is trying to get me to kill him. Or maybe he is trying to get me to torture him so that the minutes would drag out and more Hell-Snakes would show up to try and rip us apart. I’m not sure what Jacob is going for, and I don’t give a shit.

  I almost decide to just kill him—to shoot him so that he will bleed out and suffer in his remaining minutes left on this planet. I want to kill him just for what he’s done to me and what he’s robbed from my boys. He’d taken away so much from so many, and he could’ve killed everyone in the clubhouse that other night.

  But I lower my weapon and turn to Cody. “Fuck it.”

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Cody asks, freaking out.

  “He’s not worth it,” I tell him. “Bullets are expensive anyway. Besides, killing him isn’t going to bring back Rebecca. I’m not going to stain my soul with this son of a bitch’s blood. I’m walking away.”

  I pocket my weapon, spit at Jacob’s feet, and take my leave.

  Even though I’ve made my choice, Cody is not satisfied. He raises his weapon, aims, and fires a round right into Jacob’s head, killing him and decapitating the head of the snake.

  I turn back in horror to see Jacob crumpled up on the floor. Cody puts his gun away but keeps staring at Jacob’s corpse.