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“What's your superpower?

Show me what you made of

Well, I've been lonely for days and days

But we're one and the same . . .”

T he sounds of Sir "No Evil" played on the old speakers.

Lost in a daze, eyes fixed on the candle flames that danced in the darkness, Kasim was a total wreck.

His massive shoulders slumped as if the weight of his own emotions was crushing him.

He hadn't been to sleep because in less than three hours, Dallas would be departing.

A whole seven days and he couldn't believe she hadn't chosen him.

He felt the attraction between them. He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, but what happened?

Dallas came to stand behind him; her slender fingers traced the scar that aligned with the tattoos on his back. He didn't flinch, didn't react, but she knew he felt her touch.

Our last night together.

The thought echoed in his mind like a death knell.

He wasn't supposed to care for her and he damn sure wasn't supposed to love her.

But he did. Spinning around, Kasim's eyes burned with a mixture of sadness and desire.

Their gazes met, and for a moment, they just looked at each other.

The weight of their pending separation toyed with both their emotions.

Kasim wasn't sure if he was tripping, but Dallas's eyes had this sudden glossiness as if she was about to cry.

Without a word, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her close as if he'd never let her go.

Dallas couldn't front, she felt something.

There was something about this man that drew her in.

As she stood there, she trembled with fear and anticipation.

She could feel the desire growing inside her and Kasim.

Unable to resist, he leaned down and his lips brushed against her ear. His touch sent shivers through her skin, and she felt herself leaning into him. Despite the danger that lurked beneath his surface, Dallas had become accustomed to being in his presence.

"Mine," he repeated, his voice low and husky.

But the truth of the matter was, she wasn't his. She belonged to someone else. The thought alone made Kasim wanna just kill her so he wouldn't have to feel the pain of losing the battle. However, he was gonna let her run free, and trust, she would remember him.

"Kasim, please. I need to feel you inside of me," Dallas begged as her lip hung open nearly dripping saliva.

Kasim only listened to her entreat. His dick began to rise in his sweats which only made Dallas much more enticed.

Without another word, Kasim let out a growl, swiftly picked Dallas up off her feet, and led her to his bed.

He didn't wanna just fuck her. He wanted to make love to her knowing after she would lock away in his arms and choose love.

Kasim laid her on the bed softly, then removed her clothing one piece by one.

Because he wore no shirt, Kasim was able to remove his pants in one setting.

For the first time, Dallas was up close and personal with Kasim's manhood. What most would consider a third leg looked more like a third thigh. She wasn't sure how he expected to fit inside of her, but the thrill made her want to suck it up and accept every inch he had to offer.

Taking it upon himself, Kasim parted her trembling legs, getting a view of her pussy.

The small hairs that had formed didn't turn him off. They laid neatly around her clitoris that Kasim was about to attack with his thumb. His slightest touch made Dallas’s body jump, but she pushed herself onto his finger.

Her pussy was throbbing, dripping with so much admiration.

She was ready to skip the foreplay because she wanted Kasim to destroy her pussy.

Sensing her urgency, Kasim only toyed with her clit until the sound of wetness filled the air. He seldomly closed his eyes because he knew what was about to take place. He replaced his finger with his python but took his time sliding it inside of her.

"Ughhhhh, I don't . . . I don't think . . . oooh, Kas . . ." Dallas tried to speak, but Kasim's entry had her tongue twisted.

She tried to tell him she didn't think he would fit but she was speaking too soon. Kasim forced the rest of himself inside of her, causing her body to nearly fly through the roof. Kasim's grip held her in one place, making sure not to let her slip from his touch.

"If you're smart, you'll walk away. You'll leave me to my troubles.

" Kasim's lips curled because the feeling of her pussy had him ready to go along with killing her.

He didn't mean it wholeheartedly, but he knew he couldn't give her what she desired.

"Just go away, Dallas. Shttttttt . . . just get the fuck far away from me.

" Kasim growled as he slow stroked her tunnel.

He was fucking her long, deep, and with meaning.

Dallas didn't bother speaking one word. She was still trying to get adjusted to his manhood. She felt as if she was being ripped into two, but because it was Kasim, the pain was pleasurable. She secretly obsessed over Kasim and wanted so badly to choose love.

Was he capable of loving her? He was dark. He seemed immortal. What would happen with the other contestants? Dallas couldn't allow herself to go through the pain of watching Kasim make love to other women. Therefore, she wouldn't stay behind to only get hurt.

"Kasim, fuck me like you did her." Dallas moaned, remembering the way he fucked Juanita when she first arrived.

Kasim's head cocked to the side, but he was gonna answer her request. Because she wanted to be a big girl, he was gonna treat her as such.

He slid himself from inside of her, then instructed her to get up.

When she did as told, her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground.

Instead of helping her up, Kasim kneeled down and dropped to his knees.

He forcefully bent Dallas around on all fours then guided her ass toward him.

His dick was still covered in her cumm, so he used it to enter her.

"Kasim, wait, bab . . ." Dallas called out but he ignored her.

He rammed himself inside, falling into that cloud in heaven. Dallas's pussy was good and she knew it. This only sent Kasim into a rage. Just thinking about her going back to her nigga, he started plunging into her pussy. This time, long and deep strokes.

Dallas could feel her knees scraping against the steel ground, but this didn't stop her from accepting the dick he threw at her. The feeling was good; it was like she could literally see stars spinning in the air.

Kasim placed his thumb on the bridge of her asshole, then slightly lifted her ass cheeks so he could dig deeper.

After only a few minutes of fucking her in a doggystyle position, Dallas could feel her body tremble.

This was a feeling she had never gotten from sex.

Only from Big Boy eating her pussy. She didn't know that the feeling could come from a sex, but of course this didn’t surprise her coming from Kasim.

"Kaaasim, I think . . . ohhh, shit, I think I'm having . . . ohhhh, my god!" Dallas let out a pleasurable scream that echoed around Kasim's cave.

He knew she had an orgasm without her saying it.

Kasim lifted her off the ground with his dick still inside of her. He laid her down on the bed with her back to his chest. He slid one of her legs in between his so this gave him access to her entire pussy. Dallas’s eyes shot open wide because she could feel his dick touching her uterus.

"Don't worry, I’ll fuck you nice and slow.” Kasim was gonna do as promised.

He wrapped Dallas into his arms and her heart began pounding. Being in his arms felt good. It felt a little too good, so she released the tear she had been holding back.

“Must be here for a reason

No point in tellin' the truth when you're bulletproof

And nobody cares to believe you

Show me what you made of . . .”

Kasim began slowly sliding in and out of her pussy while Sir continued to sing on repeat. For the first time in a lifetime, Kasim kissed the back of her neck. There was so much passion in the way Kasim felt inside of her that tears continued to fall rapidly.

Even Kasim had a whirl pool of emotions running through his body. He felt whole. He felt what most humans felt when in love. This was something else he’d never experienced until now, so he didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing.

Kasim didn’t grow up with love in his home.

He didn’t know the first thing about loving a woman because his mother was another replica of his father.

Before she passed away, she had the same obsession his father had when it came to the Kingly Dynasty.

She ran the business with a steel fist and cold heart.

It had only been four years since Mrs. Kingly had passed away due to Covid 19. She’d contracted the virus from the casino. Because of their greed for money, they refused to lockdown and social distance. Mrs. Kingly was a diabetic, so the virus caused internal swelling.

Kasim wasn’t emotional about his mother’s death. These days he really had no emotions. Missing her would be like missing his father, something he’d dare to do.

“It feels so good.” Dallas rotated her hips, pushing back onto his dick.

Finally, she was able to take control, and this made Kasim’s body jerk as he felt his cumm building.

The harder Kasim’s dick grew made Dallas continue to fuck him back.

She could feel the urgency of greatness Kasim felt, so she wouldn’t stop.

She gave everything in twirling her hips trying hard to satisfy him.

She wanted to make him feel just as she had done her.

He had her pussy cumming so much she could feel an ocean between her legs.

Kasim knew how to fuck, better than any piece of dick she had ever encountered.

“I'm gonna cumm in this pussy and send you to your nigga, Dallas. Make sure you tell him the baby mine." Kasim began releasing his semen into Dallas with no regrets.

Her eyes widened because it finally hit her; he wasn’t wearing a condom.

The moment she felt his cumm splash into her pussy, the sound of the door latch popping made both their hearts sink.

Kasim looked Dallas in the eyes wondering what her final decision was.

He knew he told her to just go, but he didn't mean it.

After pussy like Dallas had, he had to have her for a lifetime. But he wouldn't give in.

"Ma'am, you can collect your earnings then you're free to leave."

Kasim looked up, and his father wore a cold pair of eyes.

He had this smirk as if he knew Dallas wasn't gonna stay, but Kasim knew differently.

He and his father eye wrestled briefly. Kasim never felt Dallas slide out of the bed.

The awkward silence made him frown at his father because he eagerly waited for Dallas to leave.

Moments later, Dallas walked out of the backroom, then looked at Kasim.

His father smiled and walked out to give them some privacy.

Neither Kasim or Dallas knew what to say.

Her eyes burned with guilt while Kasim's eyes burned with hatred.

Unable to face him any longer, Dallas turned to walk out of the door.

“Sable. Her name is Sable. She chose me over the money.” His words made Dallas freeze in one spot and slowly spin on the heel of her shoes. Dallas’s heart fluttered, and at this very moment, she was torn between a blissful attraction and the free world.

“So what happens when we choose love? Do we get the fairytale, Kasim?” Dallas asked desperately, desiring his response.

The question caught Kasim by surprise, so he didn’t have a rebuttal.

The room fell into a complete silence that made Dallas slowly nod her head.

When she realized Kasim was trapped in his own selfish imagination, she walked out of the door.

All he had to do was assure her, but he couldn’t even do that.

Kasim’s heart sank. He watched the door as if this had to be a joke.

Dallas was gonna come back because she wasn’t like the girls his father obsessed over.

As much as Mr. Kingly hated paying the winners, he was thrilled to watch women choose money over his child.

It was like a told you so situation that Kasim didn’t pay too much into.

However, with Dallas, he expected things to be different.

Kinda like with Sable. Sable chose love, which was why Kasim was always so delicate with her.

Although he admired parts of Sable, her infidelity was what made Kasim realize the one thing in the world we learned many moons ago; that bitches wasn’t shit.

Kasim began pacing, disappointed with himself.

It had only been seven days and he had fallen in love with a girl he would never see again.

At this very moment, he hoped the bitch took her money, got into her car, and drove off a fucking cliff.

He hated Dallas. He hated the way she made him feel.

He hated the way she just played him by running back to her nigga.

Kasim stopped pacing, stood in front of the mirror, and began staring at his reflection. He looked like a monster, a creature from the depths of hell. Was this the reason she left? He thought. He wasn't a monster. He was a man with feelings and emotions.

Kasim let out a mighty roar, slamming his fist into the mirror.

The glass shattered, falling to the floor in a thousand pieces.

He stood there, chest heaving as the anger slowly began to drain from his body.

He was left feeling empty, hollow. Kasim took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

If he got the chance, he would make her understand.

He would make her see that he was more than just a Kingly.