I’d been making plans for this to be my last season since the day I knew I wanted her to be mine. I’m a selfish bastard, but I’ve learned to ignore the guilt that comes with my sweet Clara and my needs. I’ve saved up a good nest egg for her and our babies. I’ve got a job—running the port—lined up at the end of the season. It’s still good money, but the main thing is that every night I’ll get to fall in bed with my little sweet thing.
I’m sore to my bones, but my cock twitches with need. It’s only been hours since I’ve had her and already I wish I could fall on top of her and rut until she was full of come. I fucked her every hour before I had to ship out. I thought it would help me last longer than a day. I was wrong.
Thankfully this trip is short, and we caught most of our quota today. I’m on board with a bunch of men, including one greenhorn that’s set to take my place after this week is over. It’s all falling into place, I just need to hang on for a few more days. Then I can get back on land to Clara and keep her by my side.
It was strange that she didn’t seem sad to see me go. Something like insecurity crawls up my chest and I try to tamp it down. She was just as greedy for me as I was for her the days leading up to me shipping out. I don’t like to admit it even to myself, but it bothered me a little she wasn’t more upset that we couldn’t be together for at least a week. I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and carry her on board with me. But a crab boat with a bunch of men that need their dick tended to isn’t the place for my girl. Now I have to lie down at night alone in bed and think about what she’s getting into without me. I’m her daddy because she needs one. Trouble seems to find her, and that’s one of the biggest reasons I didn’t want to leave her. But one last time out on the boat and we’ll be set for a long, long time. I’m doing this for her, I remind myself as I hang up my gear and head to my bunk.
I’m the senior crew on this boat, which means I only have to share my cabin with one other man. Salty is a seasoned crab fisherman who never found the time to quit. He’s an old man by boat standards, but he doesn’t seem to like land. Salty is quiet and keeps to himself and only grunts when you ask him a question. I like bunking with him because he doesn’t snore and leaves my shit alone.
When I make my way to the back of the boat I’m surprised to see Salty standing in the hallway smoking a cigarette. Normally he’d be getting some sleep before the night shift, but here he stands, wide awake.
“Can’t sleep?” I ask as I get closer. I expect him to grunt at me, but I’m surprised when I see his duffel bag at his feet.
“Too crowded in there. I’m taking the crow’s nest,” he grumbles as he stomps out his cigarette and shoulders his bag.
“I didn’t bring any more than usual,” I say, thinking about my own bag that’s smaller than his.
“Ain’t gonna get a wink of sleep,” he mutters, then pushes past me and heads up the stairs.
I shrug. I don’t know what’s got into him, but I’m beat beyond measure and need some shuteye. Maybe since I’m alone for the night, I can jerk off in peace while I dream of my girl’s little pussy.
Opening the door, I flip the light switch then slam the door closed behind me. There on the tiny bunk is Clara, naked with her legs spread.
Anger floods me as I see all of her pink little holes out in the open, ready to be fucked. She’s on a boat full of nasty old men that would take turns fucking her raw. She’s got what’s mine displayed out for anyone to walk in and see. Including Salty.
“What in the fuck are you doing here, Clara? And you better have a good goddamn excuse for letting that old man see what belongs to me.”
She bites her lip but doesn’t make a move to close her legs. Instead she shows me she truly is the devil as her small fingers wiggle down her body and to her pussy. She spreads her cunt for me, showing me how slick she is for it. How ready she is for a deep, hard fucking.
“I missed you,” she whispers, and I fall to my knees in front of her.