Page 54 of The Rusalka and Mr. Right

“I’m a little drunk—and you’ve got the most fuckable boobs.”

“But you haven’t yet,” I tease, pulling him by his belt into the bedroom.

“Haven’t what?” Kev looks up at me with slightly glazed eyes.

“Sit there and be a good boy, darling,” I purr, pushing him on the edge of the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

I TAKE OFF MY CLOTHESand drink some water while I’m waiting. Marina went into the bathroom, but to be honest, I’m not sure what’s going on. My girlfriend told me she’s pushing five hundred, she needs to be watered like a plant, and I’m okay with it. Because it’s her.

“Man, this is so not what Responsible Kev would go for...” I huff, tossing my socks at the hamper and missing. That’s also Tomorrow Kev’s problem. I flop back on the bed.

“Hello, lover.”

I sit up straight, and my cock springs up with me.

Marina is leaning on the doorway, white skin wrapped in black satin panties and long, long gloves. She cups her breasts and her mouth forms a pretty little “o” as she saunters over. “You like?”

I nod. Words gone.

My girl is every sex symbol I’ve ever had X-rated thoughts about wrapped up in one skimpy package.

“There was a bra with that set,” I croak when she slides down to kneel in front of me, black-gloved hand wrapping around my cock.

“I know. But you’re not going to want it in the way, sweetie.”

“Oh. Oh, God, Marina...” Black satin fingers wrap around my cock, and I stare down, entranced.

Sharp, gleaming teeth flash, and I want to flinch, but my reactions are too slow. I kind of gasp, but that gasp turns into a long, low moan as Marina’s tongue swirls slowly around my tip and keeps on going. Marina looks into my eyes, letting her tongue wind and curl, dark pink flesh making tight rings around my shaft until the tip flicks against the soft, sensitive spot where my sack meets the base.

Why the fuck is that so hot? My breathing is erratic, and I can’t think straight. Shake my head. Can’t see straight, either.

But no, I’m really seeing this, the way Marina’s neck moves like living silk, like liquid moonlight, bobbing and weaving as her tongue strokes and pulls.

With a sudden recoil, her tongue slips back into her mouth and she smiles. “You don’t mind, now that you can see?”

“I don’t mind,” I pant, wanting the warmth of her mouth back around me. “Kind of sexy.”

“Is it?” My temptress leans back, hands behind her back, showing me a long, lean torso topped with perfect melon-sized breasts. Her tongue easily falls between them, then lashes and flicks from nipple to nipple. Marina moans between licks, and one hand comes back to the front to slide under her panties. When she notices how hard I’m watching, she pulls the crotch to the side so I can watch her gloved fingers playing with pretty pink folds.

This gives “playing with herself” a whole new meaning. Her fingers plunge in as she gives an open-mouthed groan ofpleasure, hips rocking on her hand while her tongue laps at hard pebbles of nipples.

“Definitelysexy. My God...” It’s a kind of messed up prayer. I’m in awe, but I’m also thankful that my eyes are working enough to see this amazing thing, this amazinglyhotthing.

“I want you,” Marina stops teasing her nipples with her flexible tongue to purr at me.

“Mutual, baby.” My eyes are glued to the image of her fingers being engulfed in her pussy as her hips bounce restlessly against her hand. Her wetness shimmers on the fingers of her glove, and the dark fabric starts to glisten.

“I want that pussy,” I rasp, bending down to pull her back to me.

But Marina stops, hands bracing against my knees. Her soaking fingers slide between her breasts as her mouth swallows my length in one fast swoop. When she pulls back, her breasts take its place, cushioning my cock between them.

“You move your hips,” she whispers, arms locking around my waist.

The effect is instant, with her hands kneading my ass and her breasts smashed around my cock, leaving me in a warm, silky paradise that’s different from her mouth or any other part of her.

“You’re so good to me,” I marvel, hands cupping her face for a moment before we can’t resist and friction starts to drive us. My hips pump and she shimmies with me, a shallow glide while we lock eyes.

“No, my love. You’re good to me.”

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