The Fishermen (Infidelity #2)

by C.P. Harris

“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.

Ok Leland, u got that good stuff

I didn’t answer. I was too busy fucking myself open on a hand drenched in lube. “Are you going to let me ride you, Franky? Are you going to let me ruin you?”

yes please

a clear portion cup containing a creamy, white sauce sat next to it.

i hope that is not what I think it is

I buried my tongue inside Leland’s cum, the sounds coming from me inhuman. I scooped up a mouthful and tilted my head back, feeling it slide like honey down my throat to pool in my belly.

ewwwwww, I am not turn on at all

I was too deep into my new addiction to offer a retort, so I dipped a couple fries into the cum cup instead before shoving them all into my mouth. “Why does it taste so good?” I asked.

whyyyyyyyy!!!!

I shut his mouth for him, holding it closed as he tried to wriggle from my hands. “I’m a powerful man, Leland. I hold more influence than you can ever imagine. Don’t make me ruin someone’s life all because you’re in the mood to test me,” I whispered maliciously, the air pumping through his nostrils hot against my face as I drew in closer to him. “Don’t play games you can’t win.”

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