Page 15 of Law Maker

So he screwed Benz to gain some power back. Got stoned and did it again.

Benz only laughed and moaned through his climaxes and then did his own fucking.

Irritation arose easy in him. A by-product of his life and mindset of hating most people, he still came hard and long and then fell into a deep sleep.

Sex was like eating for Lawless.

Both a means to stay alive and a pleasure.

He sometimes gorged or went without for months. There was no middle ground. He either loved the act of sex or he was apathetic with it and no amount of naked meat parading around him roused his appetites.

“I think you missed me, Penn.” Benz claimed with a grunt and a roll of his hips so he could get at his own dick and give it a long pull. Lawless held him down by the back of the neck so the guy couldn’t move. It was something he’d learned from him.

He’d learned a lot since their first night in bed.

Most of all that the guy liked his sex dark and dangerous.

Asphyxiation.

Sex clubs, of which he owned several and now Lawless was a frequent client.

They’d screwed in groups, men and women together, sometimes more of one than the other. Benz liked to watch Lawless getting women off.

“Don’t rain your emotions on me,” Lawless warned. The pending climax started to touch the base of his spine and he increased the speed in which he moved. He was big so he knew it was hard for Benz to take him, he didn’t care.

The guy wanted to lie there and get fucked then Lawless would fuck. He took a hand from the back of Benz’s neck and fisted his hair. As Lawless used his weight on him, Benz laughed. “You’re a cocksucker, you know that?”

When he was around Benz and their kind of people who had the same tastes and proclivities, Lawless felt normal in his own skin.

“Only when you beg,” both men grunted and spilled into their own climaxes.

It was electricity down Lawless’ spine and then it was over.

Once it was over he collapsed on the side of the bed.

Because he had an analytical mind, it was normal for him to put this latest sex in some kind of order in his head. Weighing against the last sex he had with that chick in the casino toilets. She was a solid 7 for dick sucking. But making a formidable man submit amused Lawless’ Johnson in ways that a hungry sucking mouth didn’t match up to. Benz got this round.

They were not exclusive.

They weren’t anything.

His skin crawled like the spiders he wore at the thought.

Lawless freelanced for him sometimes. They made a lot of money and chaos between them. They got high together and other times they fucked around.

Benz wanted more, that much was obvious. He gave Lawless a key to three of his penthouses. Even offered him a driver as though he was a fucking princess shopping at Prada. Lawless didn’t take anything he presented other than payment for work he’d earned.

“You got a haircut,” Benz remarked, running a flat palm against his shaved skull. Lawless pulled his head away, he wasn’t into being petted, he wasn’t a dog, no matter how much his momma said so. He couldn’t bark for one.

“You’re astute.” He rolled off the bed to clean up and dump the condom. When he came back wearing his boxer briefs, Benz was still naked in bed.

Lawless threw himself down in the armchair.

They might have shared a lot of body fluids, the man teaching Lawless what it was to get off on being a dominant. He knew nothing about sexual edging until one night when he thought he might go mad or kill Benz if he couldn’t come.

But there wasn’t much he knew about him other than his sexual antics.

Benz called himself bi-sexual.

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