by Jade Kuzma
“Fuck me… Fuck me already… Ahh!”
She cried out as I shoved my cock inside of her. A hard, deep stroke buried myself completely to the hilt. I pressed my body against hers, letting my tongue slide into her mouth while I made sure that she could feel every inch of my dick.
She spread her legs then wrapped them around my ass. Her hands reached up and grabbed the ring ropes just above her. She was in the perfect position for me so that I could fuck her while standing.
I thumped my body into her. Hard strokes made a rhythmic clapping when our bodies collided. I squeezed her breasts through her shirt with both hands. I wanted to feel every fucking inch of her.
I didn’t care that someone might’ve walked in. I didn’t care that I’d get in trouble for fucking Danica in the middle of the gym. The thought of getting caught excited me if anything.
Nothing else mattered though. All I wanted was to satisfy the woman who was pleading for me to give it to her with throaty moans and girlish whimpers.
She was so wet that it didn’t take much effort to slide inside of her. Back and forth, I rocked my dick into her. Feeling her tight walls squeezing around my cock made it harder for me to hold back. I wanted her so damn bad.
“Aden… You feel good… You feel so fucking good…”
The voice of an angel pleaded with me. A blond-haired, blue-eyed goddess beckoning for me to push myself. I’d been with other women before. Skanks and sluts who were just in it to brag that they’d been with a world champion.
Danica… Danica was the one. A woman who just wanted to leave me satisfied. Looking into her eyes now, it was like something in my body pushed me to another level. No injury. No fatigue. No worry or concern could stop me.
I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and picked her up completely. I bounced her up and down on my cock, impaling her completely on the full length of my shaft.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and rocked her head back, helplessly hanging off of me while I kept driving my dick up and into her.
“Look…”
I whispered to her and she turned her head. We both looked at our reflection at one of the gym mirrors off to the side.
It was a gorgeous sight. Me, standing straight up and holding her in my arms. Danica, bouncing up and down on my cock and hanging onto me for dear life. She was everything a man could ever want. She was everything I could ever need.
She turned back to me and locked her eyes on mine. Her mouth hung half-open, her face twisted in a combination of agony and ecstasy. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
“Aden… I’m gonna…”
“Come on me… Come on my cock, Danica…”
“Aden… Fuck!”
She held her breath for a second before crying out. Her tiny body convulsing in my grip was amazing. Every shiver made her squirm in my arms. I used all of my strength to hold her up so she could enjoy her orgasm in my arms.
Her pussy tightening around me was too much for me to handle. I bounced her up and down on my cock faster until I felt my release. A few drops of cum spilled out of me before the rest of the dam burst inside of me.
“Oh… Fuck!”
I gritted my teeth as I started to come. I came so hard that my knees started to buckle. I planted my feet into the mat underneath me and stood my ground, filling Danica up while she continued to hang off of me. Every throb of cum that fired out of me was more enjoyable than the last.
I gave Danica everything I could. My gas tank emptied, I placed her back down on the ground and sat down. I laid down and groaned.
“Fuck…”
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“It’s just…”
Danica sat next to me.
That look in her eyes…
I couldn’t let her down. There was no way I would let her worry now. I had to fucking do this. My injury didn’t matter.
“…It’s nothing,” I said. “All that training and then fucking you. It took a lot out of me.”
“Maybe you should save the rest of your strength for tomorrow night.”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
She kissed me softly on the cheek to seal our moment together.
No more talking. No more training. No more threats.
The fight was here. There was nothing left for me to do but end all of the problems I had in this town for good.
Chapter 23
ADEN
You could always feel it. The air smelled a little different. The sky seemed a little darker. People you’d known for years didn’t look the same. The night of a fight was like being on another fucking planet.
I thought tonight would be a little different but the feeling was the same. There was no world championship on the line. There wasn’t a pile of money being promised to me. There weren’t thousands of people watching me on TV. There wouldn’t be a wasteful celebration waiting for me when this was over.
No… This was just a fight. No ring. No refs. No gloves. Just two men trying to impose their will on one another.
I closed my eyes and sighed a deep breath.
Damn… I missed this feeling.
“Nervous?”
I peeked an eye open and saw Hunter standing right next to me. He had a smirk on his face. Only a motherfucker like him could smile even during a situation like this.
“I’m nervous,” I said.
“That’s not something I want to hear from a man I just bet on…”
“You’re supposed to be nervous.”
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that.”
“That’s because you’ve never been in my situation before.”
“I’ve had some people wanting to take my head off before—”
“Why is that not surprising?”
His grin grew even wider.
“I’ve stared down the barrel of a gun,” he said. “I wasn’t nervous then.”
“You shouldn’t be nervous now. Don’t worry, Hunter. You’ll get your cash.”
“I know I will, brother.”
He patted me on the arm and took a step back. The other Devils were by my side. Even though there were only three of them, I’d never felt as calm as I did right now. They were the only people I needed to watch my back.
The empty warehouse in Old Town was cleared out to make room for the crowd. It was standing room only as everybody came out to see the return of No Mercy. It wasn’t a boxing match but nobody seemed to give a shit.
I was lost among the crowd, standing at the center of the warehouse while I waited for this shit to start. Across from me was Hawk and the rest of his gang. The punks were all eyeballing me, trying to intimidate me like I was someone they could scare. Even if I had to face all of them, my confidence wouldn’t have gone away.
All around us, the people were shouting and yelling. Bets were being placed. I heard my name. I heard the name of my opponent. As far as I could tell, the audience was split on who they thought would win.
“Hey…”
I felt something against my arm. Danica’s delicate touch was unmistakable.
She smiled softly at me. A poor attempt at trying to hide the worry on the rest of her face.
There was nothing more for me to say to her. The only thing I could do now was go out and do it. My promise had to be kept to her.
Danica knew it, too. She just kept softly caressing my arm, locking those diamond-blue eyes on me to steady the heart that was racing in my chest. The closer the fight got, the more confident I became. I’d run through a fucking brick wall if that’s what it took to be with her.
“Mercer.”
Yates walked up to me. He looked me up and down. I never knew quite what to make of the motherfucker.
“Got a message from the Spades,” he said. “Givin’ you one last chance to back off.”
“One last chance, huh?” I replied. “I got a message for them.”
Hawk stood a few meters away from me. I held my hand up and slowly raised my middle fi
nger toward him. He didn’t react, just staring at me like he’d been doing this entire time.
Yates looked at Danica. The two of them were staring at each other like they wanted to say something.
“What’s going on?” I said.
“I’m placin’ a bet,” Yates said.
He pulled out a wad of bills. Considering how much of a bum he looked like, it was always surprising to see him with that kind of cash even though it shouldn’t have been.
“You can walk away after this a rich man, Mercer,” he said.
“I told Joker to put everything he had on me,” I said. “I’m sure he’ll give me a piece.”
“I figured. No Mercy never died. He just came to Ivory so he could disappear.”
He kept his eyes locked on Danica as he put the money back into his pocket.”
“It’s all on you, No Mercy,” he said. “Beat this motherfucker up and I’ll be in your debt.”
“You don’t owe me anything. You owe Isaac.”
Yates took a step back and moved toward the center of the crowd. He held his hands up to get everybody’s attention.
“Everybody!”
His voice boomed through the warehouse and quieted everybody down.
“You all know why you’re here, so let’s get this show on the road!”
The crowd cheered in anticipation of what was about to happen.
“In one corner, you all know him, the former world heavyweight champion, the one, the only, No Mercy, Aden Mercer!”
Everybody clapped at the announcement.
“Let’s go!” Sebastian said behind me.
“You got this!” Roman added.
More motivation for me to keep pushing myself.
“And in the other corner, representing the Iron Spades, I give you… Samson!”
The Spades erupted when my opponent was announced. Seeing him for the first time, it was easy to understand why they were so excited.
Samson stepped forward. One of the biggest motherfuckers I’d ever seen. Arms swollen. Chest bulging. Waist thick like a tree trunk and legs just the same. The bastard must’ve been on something to get that big, like he’d been built in a fucking lab.
“Oh, shit…”
The worry in Danica’s voice was clear. I turned to her and put my hands on her shoulders.
“Trust me,” I said.
Her throat bobbed up and down with a gulp and she nodded to me before taking a step back. There was nothing else separating me from my opponent.
I walked forward to size the motherfucker up.
Samson wasn’t a member of the Spades but he looked just as crazy. Head shaved. Tattoos all over his neck, shoulders and arms. More imposing than any of that was the calm stare he had. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t frowning. Just a focused, unblinking gaze like his mind was somewhere else. The ones you had to worry about were always the ones who treated it like it wasn’t a big deal.
“This is it,” Yates said to us. “Samson. Mercer. You two ready?”
I gave Yates a nod.
Samson wasn’t paying any attention to Yates. The big man eyeballed me. He was so fucking tall that he was almost looking down at me. That shit didn’t bother me though. I’d seen it all before. All it would take was the right punch to take him down.
“All right,” Yates said. “The floor is yours gentlemen. May the best man win.”
Yates took a step back and cleared the center for the two of us. The crowd cheered again in anticipation of what was about to happen.
I started circling around Samson. He stood in the center, turning slowly to make sure that I was still in front of him.
Come on, motherfucker…
I didn’t waste any time. I rushed forward and threw a right hand as hard as I could. It caught Samson right across the top of the head, sending him stumbling down to one knee. I moved forward to try and finish him off but he bounced back up to his feet.
That’s it…
“Let’s go, Mercer!” Hunter shouted. “Kick his fucking ass!”
Another hard punch cracked him across the skull. Samson took it as well as anybody could have. He had a big fucking head which was helping him. That didn’t stop me though.
One punch. Two punch. Three punches. I danced in and out, making sure to hit him and move before he could try to counter me.
Samson was moving as slow as he was since the beginning of the fight. His arms out at his sides, not once did he try to swing at me.
He’s up to something… This motherfucker…
I moved forward with the same punch I’d thrown earlier. Only this time, he was ready for it. He caught my fist and deflected it, throwing me off balance. I tried to recover but it’d been too long since I’d fought.
Come on… Damn reflexes…
I wasn’t fast enough. His knuckles slammed right above my eye, snapping my head back and sending me stumbling.
“Aden!”
Danica’s voice pierced my ears. It was the only thing keeping me conscious.
Samson started advancing on me. He looked different now. A growing smile on his face because he’d gotten to me.
Time for something different.
I faked a punch and pulled it back. Samson swung but I was ready. I ducked out of the way of his massive fist and launched a hard uppercut underneath his chin. His big head snapped back violently.
“That’s it, baby!” Sebastian shouted. “You got this!”
The crowd was at a fever pitch. Samson on one knee, on the verge.
End this now…
I rushed up to him as fast as I could, rearing back with a punch that would’ve spun his head around on his neck. Teeth gritted, muscles tensed, I threw it.
But I wasn’t fast enough.
Samson raised his hand up and caught me right in the ribs.
Fuck…
Searing pain like fire spread from my stomach and through the rest of me. It hurt so much that my knees buckled.
“Aden!”
Danica’s voice was faint over the crowd.
I grabbed my side instinctively, trying to deal with the pain.
Samson wasn’t interested in giving me a moment to recover. He raised his hand up and caught me right in the eye. I wasn’t fast enough to move out of the way. I was in so much of a daze that I didn’t even see the next punch coming.
There was another.
Then another.
I lost count of how many times he was hitting me.
“Fuck! Come on, Mercer!”
“Get up!”
I could barely make out the screams of the MC around me. I didn’t even notice that I was on the fucking ground. Everything was starting to go black.
Come on, Mercer! Get the fuck up!
I closed my eyes and tried to will myself back to my feet. A hard kick to my stomach put me back down.
Fuck…
Bad memories of when I was a kid came back to me like they just happened yesterday.
Get up! Don’t quit!
I writhed in agony on the ground. There was so much pain that I couldn’t see straight. The unmistakable warm blood trickled down my cheeks and dripped down to the ground.
“Aden!”
I crawled onto all fours, moving toward the voice I heard over the crowd.
“Aden!”
Her… Go to her…
I kept moving until my vision came back to me.
Samson was moving away from me. He had his arms in the air, turning toward the crowd in celebration. Hawk was on the other side. The shit-eating grin he had was clear even through his thick beard. The rest of the Spades were already celebrating along with the crowd.
“Aden! Aden, look at me!”
Danica put her hands on my cheeks. Soft palms caressed my skin through all of the blood.
I looked into her eyes. Blue diamonds glazed over and turning red. She swallowed to clear her throat.
“Aden,” she said hurriedly. “Aden, stay down!”
“W-what?”
“It’s all right. You don’t have to do this. It’s okay.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s okay that you can’t beat him. I don’t care about any of that.”
I struggled to regain my senses, trying to find the words I was looking for.
“The bets… The money…”
“I don’t care about any of that,” she pleaded. “All I care about is you. Aden, look at me.”
I looked into her eyes and saw the tears stream down her cheeks.
“We’ll be together,” she said. “No matter what.”
She’s crying…
Seeing the look on Danica’s face hurt me more than anything else I felt. The blood on my face. The pain in my stomach. All of my senses were lost except for the ones that told me what Danica was going through.
I turned to the MC.
Sebastian.
Roman.
Hunter.
They were all looking right at me.
Don’t let them down…
I looked at Danica. She tightened her grip on my face.
“Please… Aden… He won’t stop until he kills you…”
Don’t let her down…
I gritted my teeth and pounded my fists into the ground. The pain in my side was like getting stabbed. I shouted to deal with all of it, freeing myself from everything running through me.
Come on…
I pushed myself back up to my feet. Danica stayed knelt down, looking up at me with that same worry in her eyes. It wouldn’t last much longer.
Come on!
Samson was so busy celebrating that he didn’t realize I was back up to my feet. He turned around and gave me a furious stare. I put my fists up, motioning for him to come toward me.
He didn’t waste another second. He charged at me like an angry bull.
That’s it. Just like Lou taught you…
I moved out of the way and caught Samson right on the jaw with the hardest punch I’d ever thrown in my life. My fist turned his head sideways and made him stumble down to a knee.
The pain was gone. My vision cleared. All that was left for me to do was finish the job.
Samson defiantly raised his hand up and tried to swing at me. But he was just some crude street fighter. He couldn’t catch me. I was trained by the best.
I moved out of the way and caught him with a hard left hand. I crunched his nose. The blood poured down the center of his face and over his mouth like a faucet.