Page 67 of The Fishermen


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The back of my head cracked against the tub as I came on a silent scream, tremors overtaking my body.

Franky stalked the streaks of cum floating along the water’s surface, his gaze entranced.

“Eat it,” I breathed.

“This night isn’t supposed to be for me,” he said roughly.

“I like knowing that I can give you something she can’t.”

“It’s not a competition,” he said.

“Feels like it.”

He ripped his attention away from my drifting seed. “I can’t breathe when I’m not with you, Leland. My heart doesn’t beat the same. It took being without you for a day to realize I’ve taken being here with you for granted. I couldn’t wait until the house was quiet, until everyone had fallen asleep, so that I could race back to you. No one can compete with you.Noone.”

Franky took one last regretful look at my bathwater as I digested his heartfelt speech, trying not to let my conversation with Noon worm its way in.

He’s choosing me. I recited those three words in my head, making them my new mantra, as Franky washed my body and my hair. I recited them as he toweled me off before taking me to bed, and even as we fell asleep, our bodies connected at every point.

No sooner had we drifted off, Franky startled awake, checking the time.

“I have to go,” he said, slipping his arm from under my head.

“Wait,” I said groggily, pushing him onto the mattress and sitting astride him.

“I can’t, Leland. I’ve already stayed too long.”

“I’ll be quick,” I promised, kissing and licking his lips as I readied us. I fucked him with long, slow strokes, only punching my hips down when close to his base, wanting to make sure my ass wasn’t spared an inch of him. We came together, eating each other’s moans, and although he was impatient to leave, he couldn’t resist staying a little while longer when I pressed my open mouth to his nipple. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking on the pert bead and then showing love to the other one.

“That’s enough,” he said as I reached between us to palm his semi-hard erection. “I have to go.”

I sat up abruptly, stuffing my hole with his cock before he was fully erect.

“Leland,” he said sharply, but with half of him already inside, and me working my hips to get him hard enough to allow for me to swallow the rest, the battle had already been won in my favor.

“Don’t,” he said weakly, trying to pluck me off of him. I dug my knees into his sides, bouncing on and off his dick with purpose as I gripped the headboard.

Franky remained still, irritation burning through his eyes as he stubbornly fought against his natural instinct to cooperate with the fucking, as he fought to not give me what I wanted.

“Mmmm,” he eventually groaned against his will. That and the twitch of his cheek were the only signs that he was flesh and bone and not made out of pure stone.

It was unfair of me to put him in this position. If he was caught sneaking back into the house, he’d have to come up with an explanation for where he’d been.Should be easy enough to manage,I thought as I continued to fuck him through his anger.

“Stop,” he breathed, his order less convincing than the last one, especially after his body began to move punishingly beneath me.

I leaned over him, riding the fuck out of his dick as I whispered threateningly, “Not until you come. Not until I milk you dry. Not until you’re mine.”

The first two demands were easily fulfilled, and I collapsed on top of Franky afterward, falling asleep before the cum had cooled. I vaguely remembered him planting a kiss on my forehead and complaining about there being no time for cleanup before it was lights-out for me completely.

The next time I woke up I was alone, reaching for my phone to read the incoming text that had woken me up in the first place. Fear clamped around my heart and throat as I stared at the screen, realizing I’d forgotten to account for something. I’d forgotten to account for the day I mether.

I read the text one more time and then eventually a fourth, knowing I would need to do something about this, knowing it could potentially ruin everything.

Selene:How about a hot lunch and a filled cup?

Chapter 19

Franklin

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