The merman, my man novel Chapter 217

“You get in heat once per day? You’re going to F*ck me to death eventually, damn it…“ I cleared my throat and said hoarsely, although my lips and teeth were already completely soft.

“I can’t control myself whenever I’m with you, Linda.“ Dicken was panting right beside my ear, his fingers dancing over my chest as if strumming a guitar. However, he suddenly paused just as I was about to suffocate in his thick, sweet scent, and basically froze on top of me. I was left feeling as if I was dangling in the air, and turned towards him curiously. “What’s wrong?“

“No… Linda.“ He rested his head against my shoulder—I could hear him gulping, his Adam’s apple bobbing audibly as he did so. At the same time, his heaving chest was brushing against my body, and I could hardly resist.

I couldn’t help kissing his Adam’s apple and then asked rapidly, “Hey, what’s wrong? Or are you suggesting that our great leader has gone flaccid?“

I had no idea where I got the courage as a mischievous idea occurred to me. Sliding my hand along his muscular abdomen, I was just about to grab his restless phallus when he caught my rude hand and held it at his side.

He studied me from head to toe, raising a brow in surprise as he glanced between my hand and my eyes. After all, I was simply lying there, my shirt wide open as I grinned challengingly at him.

I had a hunch that no one would intrude on Dicken like this —touching the leader of the merfolk? Not unless you had a death wish. Even so, I dared to do it, and I imagined that I was probably the only one who dared, which in turn left me a little proud since this felt terrific, even a little exciting.

I didn’t know when it started, but I enjoyed seeing that look on Dicken’s face that basically said that he had no idea what to do with me, whereas I was intent on pranking him by riding on his favor.