7. Givens
GIVENS
I grabbed my gun from my nightstand and quickly shot up from the bed.
My bedroom was dark, but moonlight illuminated the space enough that I could still see the faint outline of somebody sitting in the chair in the corner.
I set my gun on my lap and wiped my hand down my face to try and get my bearings.
“You got a death wish or something?” I questioned.
“Nope,” Mercy answered, and I grunted. “Plus, you wouldn’t kill me.” She crossed her legs and shrugged.
I let out a small laugh and nodded. To prove my point, I picked my gun back up, slid out of the bed, and came to sit at the end closest to her. “DeCorte, I keep telling you that you really not about that life.”
“Anybody ever tell you that you talk too much?” she asked, and I tilted my head to the side and tried not to laugh.
“You yap a lot about what you think I may or may not be, and I just mind my business.” She was sitting here insulting my ass like I couldn’t light her ass up like a Christmas tree and get away with it because she’d broken into my house.
Lowkey, she was funny as fuck, and her confidence was turning me the fuck on.
“Why the fuck do you think everything is a game?” I laughed as I stood and quickly snatched her up.
I expected her to yelp in surprise, but Mercy only smiled at me.
My dick was bricking the fuck up off that shit alone.
“Oh, you ain’t scared, DeCorte?” I buried my face into her neck and inhaled; my lungs filled with the scent of cocoa butter and oranges.
“I’m telling you right now, I’m not the type of nigga you’re used to.
Get one of them nice niggas that will do what you say.
” I lifted my head and looked down at her.
“Why would I do that when you are more fun?” she laughed softly as she buried her hands into my short beard.
Her right hand went around my chin, and her thumb brushed softly against my bottom lip.
“And something is telling me that all I’d have to do is ask, and you’d crash out.
” She bit into her bottom lip as she looked up at me.
Would I do what the fuck she said? Hell yeah!
I was talking big shit. I’d already knocked two niggas out in less than a week over her fine ass.
The way I was moving, I’d end up killing for her soon enough.
“I ain’t the nigga you need in your life, Decorte,” I said, shaking my head.
Her dark eyes fell to my lips, and I knew that this shit was about to go down a path she wasn’t ready for.
I was a hood nigga, used to doing hood shit, and that wasn’t her life.
Yeah, she could throw hands, but when shit got crazy, would she be able to handle it?
I took a step back and chuckled lowly. Nah, I wasn’t about to let her take that chance.
I lifted the gun, pointing it at the middle of her forehead. “Step the fuck outta my shit.”
A slow smile spread across her beautiful face before she laughed and shook her head. “Drop them shorts,” she said as she swatted the gun out of her face and rolled her eyes.
“What?” I laughed in surprise. Mercy pulled her sports bra over her head and dropped it on the ground next to her. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight of her titties bouncing as she moved and her rock-hard nipples. “Do you realize I can kill you right now?”
“Or we could have sex?” she suggested. “Look, I don’t want anything long-term; I just have an itch that needs to be scratched.
This isn’t permanent or anything like that.
” She stepped out of her shoes and pulled off her socks.
I dropped to the edge of the bed to watch her.
A nigga was never going to turn down a strip show, especially one from Mercy’s fine ass.
“You-“
“Your gun is empty,” she laughed as she interrupted me. I looked down at my gun and then back to her. I knew it was empty; I could tell from the feel of it when I first picked it up. “Your dick is hard, I’m here. I don’t want love, Givens. I don’t want attachments. I just want a quick nut.”
“How do you know how to empty a gun?” I asked as I watched her. “As a matter of fact, how the hell did you get my address and get into my house?”
“I’m not what you think I am,” she shrugged and pushed down her shorts. Her eyes found mine, and she smiled. “Now, you doin’ this or what?”
“This yo show, DeCorte,” I chuckled as I leaned back and rested on my elbows.
Mercy gave me a slight nod and stepped in between my legs.
I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I held back.
She was the one who broke into my shit, emptied my gun, and sat watching me.
I freely looked over her body, there wasn’t a scar in sight, but the second my eyes landed on the stretch marks on her thighs, my dick was twitching; I loved tiger strips.
Her hands went to my shorts, and I lifted slightly to allow her to pull them down.
Seeing her take charge had precum leaking from my dick, and she hadn’t even touched me.
She lowered to her knees and used both hands to cup my dick.
“I don’t want love, Givens,” she warned before taking me into her mouth. My toes dug into the carpet, and I bit my bottom lip.
“You got this,” I encouraged her when the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly. I raised, cupped her jaw with one hand, and wiped away a lone tear from her eye. “Take your time, baby.”
Mercy pulled my dick from her mouth and licked from the base to the tip, then circled the head in her mouth.
I’d gotten a lot of head, but from this little bit that she’d done so far, I knew that Mercy was about to beast my shit.
“No, thank you,” she whispered before kissing the tip and going back to work.
I grabbed her ponytail and lifted my hips to meet her.
If she wanted my dick in the back of her throat, then so be it.
Mercy took my strokes like a fucking champ, though; she gagged, and her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop working my shit.
I felt my nut starting to build and tried to pull her head back, but Mercy pushed my hand away.
“I’m about to nut, DeCorte,” I grunted.
Mercy didn’t let up; she fisted shit with one hand and cupped my balls with the other.
The only sounds in the room were her slurping, her moaning from just sucking my dick, and my groans of pleasure.
My left leg started to bounce, and my nuts tightened.
I grabbed the back of her head and pushed it further down on my dick.
“Fuck!” I grunted as I nutted. Mercy swallowed my shit but didn’t stop sucking. “DeCorte!” I pulled her head back, and my dick made a popping noise as it came out of her mouth. “Fuck you trying to do, suck out my soul or something?”
“Yes,” she answered with a smile, then licked her lips.
Her eyes went to my dick which was still hard, and she smiled bigger.
“Damn, he’s beautiful.” She pushed my hand away from her hair and stood.
My dick twitched like it heard her compliment, and I chuckled as I tried to catch my breath. “Scoot back.”
Mercy tapped my leg, and I cut my eyes at her.
“DeCorte, stop talkin’ to me like I’m weak,” I said, even though I did what she said.
“I’m letting you be in control this time, but that shit won’t happen again.
” When I got far enough into the bed, I pulled my wife beater off and threw it on the floor.
“Yeah, okay,” she said as she slowly made her way up my body.
When she got to my dick, she dropped a kiss on the head before kissing her way up my stomach.
Her freaky ass licked my nipples and giggled before positioning her body so that she was hovering over my dick.
The heat of her pussy had my shit twitching.
All I had to do was lift slightly, and I’d be inside of her.
I grabbed onto her hips as she lowered onto my dick. Her shit was warm, snug, and felt like home. Mercy stared down at me with a surprised look, and I chuckled. She felt that shit, too. I planted my feet on the bed and started fucking her from below. Mercy gasped and smacked her hand into my chest.
“Yeah, okay, my ass,” I grunted. My dick was hitting her spot, and from the way her juices were flowing, I knew she wasn’t going to last long. “Fuck me back, DeCorte!”
“Wait!” She moaned as she started to rock her hips. “Damn it, Givens.”
“Nah.” I shook my head and continued to push up into her. “You sucked my shit like you owned me. Now you gonna fuck on this dick like you begging me never to crash out.”
She caught her rhythm and circled her hips. I bit into my bottom lip again and held on for life. She was working my shit, but I could feel her pussy starting to spazz. We were both fighting not to nut.
Mercy grabbed my throat and squeezed. “Be a good boy and show out,” she moaned as she looked me in the eye.
Without warning, I took control and flipped us over.
Mercy's soft giggles turned into moans as I pushed into her. My dick tapped against her spot, and I wasn’t letting up.
She wanted me to show out, and I did just that.
Her hand went back to my neck, and she smiled at me.
This shit was a game to her, and in the back of my mind, a loud voice was yelling that I was being slutted out, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be.
“Damn it, DeCorte,” I grunted when her pussy started to squeeze my shit harder.
I rose, resting on my knees, but didn’t stop pushing into her.
My eyes went directly to her pussy, and my mouth watered.
I knew I felt something different when she slid down on me, but to see her clit pierced was a beautiful fucking sight.
I gently tapped it as I pushed inside of her, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“You got my girl a crown?” I brushed my middle finger over her clit and laughed.
“Yeah, you did cuz she’s a queen, right? Only the best for y’all.”