The merman, my man

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 129

Even though my face was clean of mud, my feelings remained muddled. Jack caught up and still wanted to speak to me, but he abandoned that thought when he saw my furious expression. He was familiar with my temper. I would lash out like a cat when I got angry. He knew not to provoke me when I was in a bad mood. Otherwise, he would get more than just yelling.

This allowed me to be alone.

Not only were my thoughts in turmoil, but my body was also starting to become restless. My body became feverishly hot like Dicken had burned the areas on my skin where he had touched. I hate to admit it, but his affections enamored my body. If I hadn't pushed Dicken away when he kissed me earlier, I would not have had the will to leave and would have remained in his embrace, unwillingly allowing him to ravage me and accommodate him.

'Damn it! This is too shameful!'

I immersed my face into cold water, and my body temperature gradually went down. Even so, the cold water couldn't pacify the restlessness in my heart. It wasn't long before I became conscious of the empty feeling in the spot between my legs.

I had no idea why my sexual urges were this strong. My libido had never been this strong before. It was like Dicken had got me a fallen hook, line, and sinker.

I thought of the pool and wondered if Dicken was still there. Perhaps he left, or he had hidden underwater. This made me sigh with relief.

I leaned against a tree and slid down into a sitting position. I then gulped and clamped both my legs shut. I started to squirm and gained pleasure from the friction of my jeans, causing my body to shiver. Eventually, my breathing quickened, and I had to hold myself back from moaning. I was worried that Jack and the rest would notice what I was doing. But this didn't stop me. Instead, my back broke out in a sweat, and the pleasure intensified from the thrill of being caught.

The sense of shame and immorality tormented me. I would've rather died than let any of them find out what I was doing.

The person who was most likely to see me doing this would be Dicken. As I realized this, I inadvertently looked around. Just then, I noticed a part of eerie, glowing eyes among the dark shrubbery not too far away.

'Those are Dicken's eyes! He's spying on me again! Just as I expected!' I wanted to stand up immediately and walk back to jack and the others. But those eyes seemed to have sent a bolt of electricity my way and had rendered me weak, causing me to lay on the ground.

Petrified, I looked in Dicken's direction and saw that he was in the swamp swimming toward me. His figure became clearer and clearer, and I was eventually able to see what he was doing, making my blood boil.

His chest rose and fell in tandem with the movement of his hands, and his long hair offered partial concealment to his actions. As I watched the scene before me, the words 'sexy' popped into my mind. 'I've really gone mad now!'

I jolted aside to avoid him, but the intense fragrance he was emitting invaded my nostrils. Even my legs lacked the strength to stand up.

As I pleasured myself in front of Dicken, he also did the same. In fact, he was shamelessly showing me what he was doing. It was seduction in its most shameless form. I couldn't deny that his attempts at seducing me were successful. My body became increasingly restless as I craved for more, and the friction in my jeans was no longer enough to satisfy my desires. I impatiently stuffed my hand into my jeans while my eyes were locked on Dicken.