Page 109 of The Sea Witch's Son

My climax comes barrelling forward, the release just around the corner when Marlin pulls out completely. I gasp at the sudden emptiness, the aching throb between my legs making my pussy clench painfully.

“Did I say you could come?” Clicking his tongue, Marlin slaps my ass with the wet tip of his cock, “You come whenIsay so, little saint. Not before.”

“Please.” I’m rocking back and forth, searching for the missing friction.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Marlin,please.”

He hums thoughtfully, “I like it when you ask nicely.”

My face hits the duvet when he rips my grip off the headboard. He drags me to the end of the bed and pulls my ass up into the air.

“It’s such a shame to let a pretty hole go to waste.”

That’s all the warning I get before he spreads my cheeks and licks my asshole. A surprised shriek gets muffled in my duvet.

“Stay still, little saint.” His nails dig into my ass, holding me open, “I’m trying to get a taste.”

Holy fuck.

The wet slide of his tongue pokes the entrance teasingly, triggering a fresh bout of cum to leak down my legs. I’m a shaking, trembling mess when he finally slips his tongue inside.

It’s foreign and absolutely filthy, the way Marlin laps at my ass as if it’s a chew toy. His tongue pokes and prods, fucking me with an eagerness that I would not expect from the captain of the swim team.

His name stains my tongue as I writhe against his mouth. My body is on fire, the flames being oxidized by the man eating my ass.

“Do you want to come, little saint?”

“Yes.”

A satisfied noise escapes him, “I’ll allow it.”

He pinches my clit at the same time his tongue drives back inside me. Pleasure detonates and the climax finally reaches its destination.

Falling face-first into the mattress, I don’t get a second to breathe before Marlin is pushing himself back inside my slick folds.

He fucks me just as ruthlessly as before, pumping his hips until his pleasure finally spills over. I’m panting, lying on the bed when the splash of warm liquid hits the back of my thighs.

“You make cleanup so messy.” Grumbling, I rollover to face him.

“It’s only messy if you clean it up.” The bastard grins, reaching out to touch the cum marking my skin, “You wear my seed so well, little saint.”

It shouldn’t be a compliment, but it certainly feels like one.

Marlin pushes me back up the bed, making room for his long body to stretch out beside me. Strong arms tuck me into his chest, pressing my sticky body against his sweaty one.

Warmth spreads everywhere we touch, the intimacy of the moment spreading across my skin like a rash.

It feels wrong that this moment feels so right.

Snuggling closer, Marlin buries his face in my neck. I can feel his smile pressing against my skin when he breathes me in.

“You smell like me.”

“I smell like sex.”

“Oursex, little saint. Nobody else.”

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