Page 42 of The Fishermen


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That was all the permission he needed before ripping our clothes off in under sixty seconds.

“Christ,” he moaned, his gaze eating up the expanse of my naked body, the sight of my dripping dick. Franky scooped up the pearly bead dangling over the rim of my cockhead, eyeing it as if it were one of the seven wonders of the world.

He brought his finger to his nose for a sniff, seemingly swaying to one side from the scent’s potency before sucking his digit clean. The bedframe shook with his full-body tremor.

“Tell me you have lube,” I said, rolling my balls in one hand and teasingly stroking my cock with the other. “Tell me you needed it for all the nights you wanted me but had to make do with your hand instead.”

“Yes,” Franky breathed, reaching into the bedside drawer for the lube, then swore. “Pleasetell me you have condoms.”

“Fuck,” I hissed.“I’m all out.”

Franky swiped the tip of his tongue over his lips, closing his eyes as if tasting the remnants of my pre-cum there, and I knew this night couldn’t end like this.

“You can trust me, Franky,” I said, giving him all he needed to know with my intense stare.

“I do,” he said, giving me the same potent stare in return. “And you can trust me.”

“I do,” I said. “God, I fucking do.”

“Show me what to do to you,” he demanded.

I drizzled lube over our cocks before stroking his shaft. He shivered from his kneeled position. “Shit, Franky, you’re big.”

“So are you,” he said, thrusting into my hand.

“There’s big, and then there’sthis,” I said, squeezing him, my fingers almost meeting around his girth. “This is…Fuck,your cock’s gonna do a number on me, baby.” My hole clenched around nothing, and I needed that problem rectified sooner rather than later.

“Come closer.” I encouraged him forward by his dick until he hovered over me, forearms braced on either side of me. Holding on to our twin erections required both of my hands, and Franky caught on quickly, pumping his hips, gliding the underside of his slick dick along the pulsing vein of mine.

I rocked with him, matching his excitement, unable to do anything but hold on to us as he grew bolder and less cautious above me.

“That’s right, Franky,” I crooned. I wanted to save the best for last. To show him the type of pleasure he never imagined he could achieve with nothing more than foreplay, then I would give him my ass and send him skyrocketing into addiction.

He kissed me savagely, encasing my throat in one large palm, tightening his hold unconsciously as he bucked in and out of my excruciating grip. He’d leave bruises, for sure, and would possibly kill me in the process, but I didn’t care, because what we were doing felt that good. What we were doing was worth dying for.

I let loose a strangled whimper when my lack of oxygen became too unbearable to hide. Franky released me, and I expected a string of apologies to follow, but he was too far gone in his lust-haze to spend a second on regret.

He sank his teeth into my shoulder, nearly breaking the skin, replacing one near-death pleasure with another. Our dicks slipped from my grasp as I cried out, but Franky kept bucking like a bull, his dick sawing a path through my pubic hair in search of my erection.

He dragged his teeth higher, and I lifted my chin, giving him room to tear my fucking throat out if he so pleased.

Franky’s fingers scraped across my scalp as the digits bunched in my hair, and he sucked at my neck so hard I felt it in my asshole as if there was a direct line there. I needed to be fucked. I needed Franky’s obscene cock inside me, pulverizing me.

He moved on to my earlobe, then my jawline, meanwhile he’d sealed off the space where my hands had held us together, now rutting against my cock with such accuracy that my assistance was no longer needed.

Franky attacked every area on my body that he could manage to bite or bruise without sacrificing what we had going on down below.

“I’m sorry,” he panted, popping his mouth off my nipple. “But Ineedto hurt you.”

I got it. I understood from the feral glaze in his eyes, from the barbaric way he moved above me… Franky was now a changed man. His world would never look the same once we left this bed. Lies that he’d convinced himself were true would no longer be the easy pills to swallow. He’d just discovered his latest addiction, and he wanted to make me pay for it.

“Don’t ever fucking apologize while you’re fucking me, Franky.” My nipples burned to the third-degree, my throat was on fire, and I’d likely be bald by the time he was done with me. “Destroy me, Franky.” I turned my head the other way, presenting the other side of my neck in offering, and he didn’t waste a second before sealing his mouth over the unblemished skin.

We were drenched in each other’s sweat, the sheet simultaneously popped off all four corners of the mattress, and the nightstand wobbled. I shuddered at imagining what would happen when he eventually shoved inside of me.

Franky’s hair glistened, the dark strands swinging like a pendulum as he raced like a fucking horse toward his orgasm. We were both so damn close to drowning each other in cum.

He dug his forehead into mine. “I’m close,” he gritted out before stealing another tongue-battling kiss.

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