Page 106 of The Sea Witch's Son

Crashing my lips back on hers, I lick my way back inside her mouth. Every breath, every gasp is mine to claim and I claim each one.

Melody grinds down on my cock in the most sinful way, her whimpers and needy pleas lost to the cavern of my mouth.

“Hold on.”

“What... Oh my God.” She shrieks when I haul us out of the pool, her nails digging into my wet shoulders as I walk us towards the changeroom.

The door slams shut behind us, the lights flicking to life when I hit the switch.

Melody’s lips are back on my neck when I walk past the rows of lockers and over to the shower section.

“Your height is a terrible inconvenience, little saint.”

Kicking the bench across the room, the wooden frame skids over the shower drain and slams into the tiled wall.

A satisfied noise comes from my throat when I feel her hands tugging at my speedo.

“Why isn't this coming off?” She strokes the bulge, making the noise come from me again, “It's fucking tiny.”

“The wonders of a drawstring.”

Chuckling at her dismayed reaction, I set her down on the bench. Melody wobbles slightly, her breasts bouncing with the movement.

“Arms up.” I bark the command and she obeys.

A smile stains my lips when I take her hands and push them back against the wall. Tying them together with the string of herbikini top, I secure them above the rusty knob of the shower head.

“My little saint.” Kissing the inside of her wrist, I follow the trail down to her elbow, “All strung up for me.”

Her breathing grows heavy when I nip the tender flesh of her bicep.

“Did you know I had Finley strung up in this same spot?” Licking the flushed skin, I take my time kissing it better, “I watched him bleed for what he did to you.”

Her eyes flutter down, “Marlin.”

“Do you like knowing I hurt him?” Sliding my tongue down, I trace the bumps of her shoulder, “He was a bad man, little saint.”

She cries out when I bite down hard.

“But I’m worse.”

Her scream echoes through the locker room, feeding the uncontrollable need piercing through my soul.

“I listened to him scream, little saint. I listened to him scream and I kept thinking about how he madeyouscream.”

Something hot bleeds through me, “Nobody gets to make you scream. Nobody, except me.”

I scrape my knuckles against the sharp peak of her nipples. Melody whimpers, her hands tugging uselessly at the bonds.

“Say it.”

“Only you.”

I tilt my head, watching her squirm, “Only me, what?”

“Only you gets to make me scream.”

“That’s right.” My lips peel back into a smile, “You’re mine, little saint. All mine.”

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