Page 22 of A Merman's Tail
“You like my cock don’t you?” I hissed, nails digging deeper into the skin of his hips. “You like the feel of me spreading you apart, fucking you until I fill you with my cum. You dirty little whore.”
He whined, chewed on his bottom lip, and leaned in to kiss me. His makeup was already ruined, the lipstick a mess across his mouth from the amount of times we’d kissed, and it was so dirty. I fucking loved it. He was tighter than any woman I’d been with, and I felt like his asshole was strangling my cock, but in all the right ways.
“Come on, Boy, show me what you got. Take over.” I let go of his hips, but like a good bitch, he knew exactly what he had to do. He continued to ride me, jamming his hole down on my cock, and I knew I was getting close by how raw my balls felt. My orgasm was like a fire exploding through my body, all hot and needy, and with one final thrust up into him, I groaned and shot my load into his tight hole.
I quivered through my release until I was boneless and it felt so fucking amazing. Spitting into my hand, I reached under his dress and jerked off his fat dick, and like a good boy, he arched into me and it didn’t take him long to come, too. Spunk shot from his slit, some caught on the dress, but most of it landed on my sweaty chest.
“Fuck.” I laughed and cupped the back of his neck, dragging him down for another toe-curling mouth fuck as he trembled against me. “You’re so hot. Better than anyone with tits and a pussy.”
His eyebrows furrowed, but he smiled and kissed along my jaw.
“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” I asked, stroking my fingers down the back of the dress and sliding them under to grab a palmful of his ass again.
He nodded, flicking his blond hair off his sweaty flushed cheeks. His hole squeezed around my half hard cock, and I groaned.
“Were you jealous of Amber, the girl at the jetty today?” I’d seen the way he kept glancing at us, and I’d let her flirt with me just so I could see his reaction. After having Boy, I didn’t need to chase her pussy anymore. I had no reason to. Boy let me fuck him better than any woman could.
He sniffed.
I laughed, cupping his cheek. “You have no reason to be jealous. Your hole’s the only one I’m fucking.”
Boy stared at me intently and then he smiled, and it was the kind that had my cock twitching in his hole as it attempted to get fully hard again.
“Would you kill her if I decided to fuck her, though?” I asked, curious just how much he’d do for me.
He pursed his mouth, the lipstick smeared around the edges, and finally nodded with a determined stare.
I shook my head and ran my fingers over his scalp, making him moan. “You don’t need to. Let’s leave the killing for the mermaids, huh?”
Boy hummed and snuggled up against me, and I kissed his temple. My cock was still inside his hole, but neither of us went to move, and I was okay with that. I reached over for the TV remote control and then switched it on. The sound startled Boy.
“Shh.” I ran a palm over his head and he settled again, burying his face into my neck as I turned the channels to one I knew the local news would be on. The familiar face of Lucy Aden, a popular news reporter, came up on the screen, and I grinned.
Once upon a time, I’d imagined the day when I’d finally found a mermaid and showed the proof. In my dreams, she was astounded and intrigued, and after an on-camera interview, we went back to her room where I fucked her silly. When I met her today, she wasn’t impressive to me. Beautiful? Sure, but notlose my breath because I want to stick my dick in hergorgeous. Not like Boy.
“So tell me, Lucy, what were your thoughts on Mr. Turmont?” the anchorman asked from the newsroom, smiling toward the camera. He was on one side of the screen, and Lucy was on the other, standing on the pier with the night sky gleaming behind her. She smiled, her light pink lipstick making her already pale face look even paler. Her long brown hair fluttered around her shoulders with the wind, and she had on an ash dress that followed the curves of her body perfectly, but I’d learned today that she was bland and boring, her questions no more unique than any of the other reporters.
“Well, Tony, I can say that Ethan Turmont did bring us some proof of a tail, guts and all.” She chuckled, and I felt the familiar frustration growing inside me, the sound of her laugh mocking. “However, maybe the rumors are true and Mr. Turmont is as mentally unstable as his father.”
“Why do you say that?” Tony asked.
Lucy smiled sardonically and the irritation in my gut grew to full rage. Fucking bitch. “Well, the proof produced was a tail with scales, and let’s be honest, that could be from a fish. Mr. Turmontwasout in the ocean and has been going out on his boat regularly. We’ve talked with a few men who’ve worked for Ethan, and more than one has said he’s good at catching the larger breeds of fish. When asked by scientists if they could take the specimen and test it, Ethan refused, which has brought about suspicions among the community. If it’s real, what does he have to hide?” She laughed again, and this time Tony joined her. “Local residents agree that Mr. Turmont’s family has been known for a history of mental illnesses. While the tail was bigger than a usual fish’s, that doesn’t mean he couldn’t have caught a bigger than average fish and claimed it to be a mermaid, when it in fact, wasn’t.”
Boy sat up and finally moved, letting my now soft cock slide out of his hole. He turned to sit his ass on the couch right beside me, our thighs touching. My focus was on the news, though, as more than just rage filled me—disappointment, too. I’d kept the tail because I’d been scared that by giving it away, I’d never see it again, and the truth that my father hadn’t been crazy would have disappeared with it.
The more the interview went on, the sicker and angrier I felt to the stomach. They made fun of my father, and me, and then went into my family history, mentioning my mom’s drowning, until I couldn’t take it anymore and switched off the TV, throwing the control straight at the screen. It wobbled with the force of the hit, but nothing broke.
Boy cuddled against my side, but not even that helped the rage that overwhelmed all my senses, and I shoved him off, standing and yanking my pants up. I didn’t bother to zip the jeans before I stalked out the front door of the house and down to the beach where the rolling waves crashed against the sand dunes. I breathed heavily, and my blood felt hot, as though fire waged war inside me. The cool breeze didn’t bother me.
Arms curled around my waist from behind, and I stiffened, but let Boy press against my back, his chin on my shoulder.
I huffed out a ragged breath. “I didn’t let them have the tail because it was the only proof I had,” I murmured, squeezing at his hands which he’d linked across my stomach. “My father was not crazy.”
Boy kissed my naked shoulder and stroked my belly, close to the trail of hair that tracked down to my cock.
“How fucking dare they?” I shook my head and imagined it was Lucy fucking Aden’s body I’d chopped up instead of the merman’s. She deserved it.
Only one thing made sense: I needed to bring back more proof, one that they could take away and test. How long had it taken me to find this merman, though? How long would it take us to find more?
