Page 124 of The Fishermen


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“But where are you going to fuck me?” I asked. There wasn’t an available patch of space large enough for him to lose his control on.

“Right where you stand, for starters,” he said, and I eyed the back of the sofa I now gripped from behind.

“Oh,” I said, swallowing.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, reaching me and securing my neck between his hands.

“Not nervous. I just need you everywhere, right now, and I can’t decide which of those places needs you the most.” My mouth watered for him, my fingers tingled with the need to touch him, my cock throbbed for his hand, and my hole clenched for something of his to hold on to. His dick, his hand, his tongue… It didn’t care, so long as something belonging to him was inside of it.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have been touched by all of me before the night is over.” And as if to punctuate his point, he drew in closer, so close our bare cocks bumped heads.

“Are you going to be nice about it?” I asked, slightly pulsing up and down so our dicks rubbed.

“No, Leland,” he said regretfully, his thumb stroking the pounding vein at my neck. “I’m afraid not.”

Contrary to his apologetic words, he kissed me softly then, as if to say this was all the gentleness he could offer me until this unspoken, ceremonial reclaiming was over with.

Franky broke the kiss, then slid a hand through the chest opening of the catsuit, squeezing my plump pectorals as I leaned into the rough handling, feeding him more of my flesh.

I played with the clear fluid at the tip of his cock while he tugged at my nipple. His own hickey-bearing nipples beaded and begged for my lips. I plunged my sticky finger into my mouth, groaning when the salty flavor hit the back of my tongue.

Franky reached between the daisies on the sideboard behind him for a bottle of lube, squirting it messily over his cock before forcing my hand on him.

His patience didn’t last long, and within seconds my back was to his chest and I was shoved over the couch, one knee positioned on the back of it as Franky kicked my standing leg wide.

I panted hard, disoriented, and pushed up onto my hands as Franky fisted my ass cheeks through the lace, spreading and lifting and closing them repeatedly while he swore this wouldn’t be quick.

I blew my hair from my face and looked straight ahead, stiffening when I thought I saw movement through the cracks in the fence. I narrowed my eyes. It was a good distance away, but there was something… There it went again, a flash of white where there had been darkness, a t-shirt maybe, as if he’d moved over a plank to get a better view.Lucas.

Lace ripping away from my lower body jerked me back into the moment with Franky. I dug my hands between the cushions to white-knuckle the front of the sofa frame.

I relaxed my elbows, lowering my chest to give Lucas an unhindered view of Franky spanking my opening with his slicked, meaty cock. Lube splashed onto my skin with every heavy beat he delivered, and my hole shook under the weight of it.

“You’re going to pay for giving this away,” he said, voice thick and gravely.

“Make me pay, Franky,” I said on a loud moan.

“No one else but me gets in here ever again.”

“No one,” I swore, gaze fixed on our voyeur while Franky remained clueless about him. “Can you give me everything I need, Franky?” I asked, antagonizing him.

“Watch me,” he said threateningly, fingers poised at my entrance.

“Don’t waste time on easing me open. I took care of that already. Just send your cock all the way in—” My words snapped away on a shout of surprise as Franky buried himself to the hilt, holding my waist to keep me from careening headfirst into the daisies lining the floor in front of the sofa.Fuck, he was huge.

He held me so firmly, I thought my bones might shift under his hands, and he took off at a pace so blindingly fast it felt like the world had begun spinning around us. “Did any of them fuck you like this, Leland?” he asked. “Did any of them make you feel like you were splintering apart?”

I tried to form words but the overwhelming pleasure got in the way.

“Answer me!”

“No!” I screamed.

“Your hole is mine to take, to use, to abuse, whenever the fuck I so please,” he snarled, and my teeth clamped so hard together I thought for sure they’d shatter.

“My hole, my body, myeverything,” I managed to get out, “is all yours.” Already I needed to come, and with the friction of the sofa pillows and the lace covering my stomach, I thought I just might.

“Think you can handle this?” I asked, way above a whisper, my gaze laser focused on the backyard fence.

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