Savage Kings MC Box Set 1

by Lane Hart

  “So…so that you could maybe take them off of me?” she replies like it’s a question.

  “Me?” I ask in surprise. “You wanted me to take your panties off of you?” My fingertips keep following underneath that string of her thong down, down, down until I feel the heat coming off of her pussy and they’re coated in her sweetness.

  “Ah!” Mercy exclaims and goes up on the toes of her high heels, the only other thing she’s wearing, when I start petting her pussy, rubbing back and forth along the slickness of her lips.

  “I asked you a question,” I remind her.

  She gasps a few more times before she says, “The other day…you said to take everything off…except my panties.”

  “That’s right,” I agree, rewarding her with a circle of my fingertips on her swollen clit that invokes a mewling noise from Mercy. “Because I wanted to be the one to take your panties off. I wanted to reveal this hot, little pussy slowly the first time so I could savor it.”

  Using my left hand that’s not currently in between her legs, I tug the left string of her panties down, then the right, until they fall to the floor.

  “But now that I’ve memorized the look, the taste, and the feel of this pretty pussy, I want your panties to be the first thing that comes off next time. That way I can give it a kiss even faster.”

  Next time? Did I seriously just say that?

  “Ohh,” Mercy moans as I press the pad of my thumb against her tight opening.

  “You do want me to kiss your pussy, don’t you?” I ask her.

  “Yes!” she cries out as her hips begin to swivel with the movements of my fingers on her clit and my thumb fucking her. “Please!” she begs as her body sags against the front of mine. My left arm locks around her stomach to hold her up while my right hand gets her closer to coming.

  “I’m hungry,” I whisper to her before I let my tongue trail along the shell of her ear. “How much of your sweet honey do you think I could eat?” I ask her. When a whimper is her only response, I give her the answer. “Every single drop I can wring from you.”

  “Abe!” Mercy screams as both of her hands grip my arm that’s banded around her waist and she trembles violently with her release. My thumb is locked down tight in her slick canal as her walls spasm and pull it deeper into her body.

  After the trembling from her orgasm finally subsides, Mercy’s legs go so weak that I can barely keep her upright. Lifting her by her waist, I haul her over to the sofa and sit her down on it. She’s as boneless as a ragdoll slouching on the cushions as I kneel down between her legs and tug her pussy to the edge.

  Like she’s being electrocuted, Mercy’s back arches up and she screams at the first touch of my tongue lapping up her juices. I work my way from the outside of her lips inward where I nod my head up and down to drag the stiff tip of my tongue back and forth over her clit.

  “Yesyesyes!” Mercy chants. Both of her hands come down on my head and her fingers spear through the sides of my hair to tug desperately on the roots while her hips begin to undulate against my face. The small hint of pain only urges me on until Mercy’s thighs tense against my ears and then she screams my name with her orgasm. I keep licking her all the way through the shudders until her fingers finally relax in my hair.

  Pulling back, all I can do is look at the beautiful woman laid out before me slumped on the sofa cushion. Her eyelids are lowered, cheeks and chest flushed red, breasts jiggling from her panting breaths and her pussy glistening from my handiwork.

  My cock is trying to burrow its way out of my denim because it wants to be inside of her so badly, but at the same time, Mercy looks too relaxed and sleepy to take me just yet. So, while I wait for her to recover, I kiss the inside of her knee and up her thigh.

  “Aren’t you gonna fuck me now?” Mercy eventually asks, sounding half drunk or sleepy. “I mean, do you want to?”

  “Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask with a smile while my lips keep kissing her mango-flavored skin and my beard rakes over her flesh.

  “Yes.”

  “How?” I ask her while working two fingers into her pussy to get her ready for my cock.

  Her eyes shut on a gasp.

  “How do you want me to fuck you, Mercy?” I ask her.

  “Rough,” she says, making my lips and my fingers pause so that I can make sure I heard her correctly.

  “Rough?” I repeat. “You sure about that, Red?”

  “Yes. Just never gentle,” she answers.

  “Then I better add another finger,” I tell her before I slip three inside of her, making Mercy’s mouth fall open in a silent moan. “You do remember how big my cock is, right?”

  “God yes,” she moans.

  “My size and rough sex don’t really go together,” I warn her.

  “Fuck me like…like I’m a dirty, little slut who needs to be punished,” she replies with a lopsided grin that makes me chuckle.

  “If you say so.” Lowering my eyes, I watch my hand disappearing as I pump three fingers in and out of her pussy a few more times. When I remove them all the way, Mercy whimpers.

  “But you have to take your clothes off first,” she adds when I reach down to undo my pants.

  “If you want me naked, then you have to strip me,” I tell her as I get to my feet. I quickly untie my boots and tug them off to give her a head start. Mercy tries to lean forward and reach my shirt, but the sofa is too low for her to push the tee up any further than my belly button. So what does she do? She holds on to me as she pulls herself up until she’s standing on the cushions, making her just a few inches taller than me. With my hands on her hips to keep her steady, she easily pushes my cut down my shoulders and gets my shirt over my head. I release my grip on her long enough to pull my arms free.

  I hear her loud gasp of surprise before I see the worried expression on her face.

  “What happened to you?” she asks as her fingertips lightly graze the bruise the bullet left on my chest.

  Looking down while I think of a lie, I say, “Nothing. Just got hit by a baseball.”

  “Baseball?”

  “Chase has a wicked fastball.”

  “Yeah right,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “The truth?”

  “Bar fight,” I hedge, but it’s closer to what really happened. I just leave out the part about bullets and knives being involved.

  “That I can believe,” Mercy says before she leans forward to place a soft kiss over the center of the bruise and her lips starts making their way lower. My stomach tightens with warmth at her gentleness, and with anticipation.

  When her mouth reaches my belly, her hands start working on unbuttoning my jeans, her eyes lowered and focused on the task of unzipping them and shoving them down. Mercy goes down to her knees on the sofa to follow them along to my knees, which means that her face is staring directly at my long, thick cock that’s so hard it springs up and slaps my abs. Giving her a little help, I step out of my pants and remove my socks so that I’m standing completely naked in front of her, other than the ink covering my right arm and the Savage Kings patch tattooed on my entire back.

  Mercy wraps both of her small hands around my dick and starts jerking me off. While it feels good, I’m more than ready to get to the part where I fuck her like a dirty, little slut, starting with her mouth.

  Gathering up all of her hair in one of my hands at the back of her head, I use my other to cover her hands on my cock and then guide the tip to her parted lips.

  When her green eyes lift to mine in question, I tell her, “Dirty little sluts suck a lot of dick.”

  She lets go of my cock, so I feed it into her mouth, loving the way her lips have to stretch just to fit the first few inches.

  “How much can you take?” I ask, and she closes her eyes and moans around the fullness that’s invaded her mouth. “The answer is as much as I give you,” I tell her, keeping her head still with her hair in my hand while I thrust my hips forward. Right when I reach the back of her throat, Mercy swall
ows; and I nearly come right then and there.

  “Jesus,” I groan as I withdraw my shaft so that just the tip is in her mouth. She sucks on my dripping head so hard my eyes slam shut, and I see starbursts behind my eyelids. I have to grit my teeth to keep from slamming my cock down her throat and ending this blowjob right now.

  “Mmm,” Mercy moans as she slurps and drools on my dick. Her hands go around to my ass where her fingernails dig in and encourage me to thrust into her mouth. And I do, three more times before I have to jerk on her makeshift ponytail to pull her mouth off me before I come.

  “Don’t stop,” she says when she looks up at me with her red, swollen lips and emerald eyes pleading for me to fill her mouth again.

  “I’d rather come in your pussy,” I tell her. “Turn around and lift your ass for me.”

  Nodding, Mercy quickly moves, positioning her face and chest on the sofa cushion with her legs spread, her ass raised in the air on the edge of the cushion in offering to me. And, fuck, am I ready to take.

  Cock in my hand, I dip my hips to line up with her entrance, rubbing myself through her wetness before I finally push inside.

  I fuck her like a savage, one hand squeezing her hip to hold her in place while the other jerks on her hair hard as I thrust in and out. Mercy cries out each and every time my cock bottoms out inside of her.

  And despite what people may think when they see me, rough fucking is not my usual style.

  With the clubhouse sluts, all I have to do is sit back and let them suck and fuck me however they want. They’re so damn eager that I don’t have to do anything but enjoy myself. Which is great and all most of the time, but sometimes I want to be the one calling the shots and taking control, just like right now with Mercy. The bizarre thing I can’t figure out is that, if anyone deserved to be fucked slow and sweet, it would be her; but that’s not how she wants it from me.

  I don’t last very long, not after her teasing me with her mouth and how tight and wet her pussy is after my tongue fucking. In record-breaking time that I’m not proud of, I bury myself as deep as I can go to let my hot release fill her up.

  Fuck. I didn’t use a condom again. That’s twice now that I’ve been an idiot.

  “Ohhhh….god,” Mercy pants underneath me. I may have finished, but I haven’t found the strength to pull my cock out of her yet.

  “You sure that wasn’t too rough?” I ask after I brace one hand on the back of the sofa to catch my breath. She may have changed her mind about what she asked for after I gave it to her so hard.

  “No,” she answers when she looks over her shoulder at me. “I love it rough. Don’t ever do it any other way.”

  Fuck, I like the sound of that since she’s implying that we’re gonna be getting naked together again. But she’s also making it clear that what’s going on with us is nothing but a hookup. In the two times we’ve been together, I haven’t kissed her lips even once. I’d think I was an asshole for not laying one on her, but Mercy apparently doesn’t want anything but filthy sex from me. This woman isn’t anything like I expected when we first met.

  I finally have enough energy to push up from the sofa and pull out of Mercy’s pussy. The mixture of our fluids come rushing out, making me wince.

  “Next time I’ll use a condom,” I assure Mercy.

  “It’s okay,” she says before she reaches around to dip her finger into the stream and then put it in her mouth. Watching her suck on her finger is enough to nearly make me come again. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and now I sort of regret pulling her mouth off of my cock earlier.

  “Damn, woman. Now I want to be inside of that mouth again,” I tell her.

  “Later, big guy,” Mercy replies as she climbs off the couch and stands in front of me, naked except for her heels. Reaching up while her deep green gaze holds mine captive, she cups the side of my face in her hand before rubbing it over my beard. “You look tired,” she says before her fingernails rake down my chest to my stomach. “Didn’t sleep much last night?”

  “Not really,” I admit as my abs tense and roll, trying to impress her.

  “Then why don’t you go and take a nap in my bed?” she suggests.

  “I’m supposed to be watching out for you,” I remind her. “I shouldn’t have fucked you. What if the psycho had come in here while I was naked and inside of you weaponless?”

  “You have weapons?” she asks.

  “Yeah. There’s always a gun in my cut and a knife on my belt.”

  “Oh,” Mercy says as her eyes lower to my pile of clothes on the floor, making me sort of regret that honesty.

  “It’s just for protection,” I explain. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “I know that,” she says when she looks back up at my face. “It’s actually pretty hot.”

  “Hot? Really?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” she answers. “And now I’ll feel even safer while you’re sleeping.”

  “I’m not –”

  Putting her finger to my lips, Mercy says, “The house is locked up tight, and I’ll wake you if I need to.”

  Since I figure that I’ll need to sleep a little now to stay up tonight – the most likely time for someone to be creeping around her house – I eventually cave.

  “Okay,” I agree. “But don’t leave the house and don’t let me sleep for too long. Oh, and Reece will be coming by when the security system gets in, so don’t answer the door for anyone who isn’t wearing a Savage Kings cut.”

  “No problem,” she agrees before giving my chest a push. “Now go sleep.”

  “Hard to leave when you’re standing here in front of me naked,” I point out with a smirk as my eyes dip to take in her breasts.

  “Go!” she orders with a point of her finger down the hallway.

  I’m not sure how much longer I can stay on my feet, especially after that incredible fucking.

  “Night,” I tell her. When I lean in to kiss her mouth, Mercy turns her cheek at the last second, so I kiss it instead.

  Gathering up my clothing in my arms, I pad through the house until I find her bathroom. Once I clean up, I crawl into her bed still naked, sucking in deep breaths of Mercy’s sweet mango scent before I finally drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mercy

  It doesn’t take Abe long to pass out. Just a few minutes after he went to my bedroom, I followed him to put on some comfy clothes and round up my laundry to wash. He was already asleep on his stomach, taking up more than half of the bed with only a hint of covers draped over him from the ass down. I got a nice view of the large, black tattoo that takes up most of his back – the Savage Kings words along with their bearded skull wearing a crown just like the patches on the back of his cut. It’s meant to be a scary, intimidating image anyway. So, on someone as big and muscular as Abe, it’s a little terrifying at first. But I’m not afraid of him, even if he does have a gun. If anything, he makes me feel safe just being here in the house with me, even if he’s unconscious.

  The faint ringtone of my phone snaps me out of my perusal of the sleeping biker lumberjack, so I tiptoe out of the room with my clothes hamper to grab my phone from my purse. No surprise, it’s Sasha.

  “Hello?” I answer.

  “Hey, girl. How are things going? Any more stalker notes?” she asks in concern.

  “Nope. Abe is a pretty effective deterrent,” I answer with a smile.

  “Oh, I bet,” Sasha agrees. “Has he been good for anything else?” she asks.

  “Maybe,” I give in to her curiosity as I lift my shoulder to hold the phone up to my ear while heading to the laundry room that’s next to the kitchen with my hamper. “He’s having a nap right now.”

  “A nap?” Sasha asks. “You’re telling me that the big, bad biker is napping like a toddler?”

  “Yes,” I reply with a giggle. “He didn’t sleep much last night.”

  “Well, it wasn’t because there was any hanky-panky going on, right? Didn’t he sleep on t
he sofa? What’s up with that?”

  “I-I dunno,” I say as I pull my dresses from the hamper and put them in the washer. “And while I know I’m not supposed to be…dating while filming the show, that’s not really what we’re doing.”

  “Right, because you’re just fucking, or so you say,” Sasha replies.

  “That’s right, we are,” I agree as I dig around in the hamper looking for my white zippered undergarment bag. It’s the easiest way to wash all my bras and panties in the machine without them getting messed up. Who has time for handwashing each one separately? It’s bad enough that I also have to line dry them.

  “Sure. For now,” Sasha adds while I keep hunting through the hamper. “But sometimes just fucking turns into more…”

  “Sometimes. Not always and not in this case,” I say, and then heave a frustrated sigh when I reach the bottom of the hamper without finding my bag.

  “What’s wrong?” Sasha asks.

  “Nothing,” I tell her as I straighten. “Just trying to wash a load of clothes but can’t find my laundry bag. It must still be in my closet.”

  “Oh, okay,” she says before, “So, you know we could totally double date now…”

  “We’re not dating!” I remind her with a roll of my eyes as I head back to my room. Lowering my voice when I’m outside the bedroom, I say, “Even if we were, I wouldn’t be allowed to do so with Abe in public.”

  “You could just not do the show,” she suggests.

  “I have to do the show. We start shooting tomorrow, and I need the money.”

  “Fine, whatever. They don’t have to know about Abe being more than your bodyguard.”

  “Right,” I agree before I say, “Okay, now I have to go and finish my laundry.”

  “Have fun!” she tells me.

  “I’ll try. Talk to you later,” I say before we hang up. Placing my phone on top of my dresser, I tiptoe over to open my closet doors to see if the garment bag fell out into my rows of shoes lined up on the floor. I remove all of them from the closet, and still I can’t find the damn bag.