Page 125 of The Sea Witch's Son

“Do you need me to read the messages or do you remember what happened?”

Her eyes flash with annoyance and a rush of arousal. I watch her hand slide over the curve of her breast, pausing to play with the nipple through the material. Her legs spread as she starts to moan and I watch the nonexistent thong turn a darker shade of red.

“Keep going.”

I echo her message, reminding her of the words that were meant for me.

Melody’s breathing grows heavy as her hand slides south, delicate fingers trembling under my stare. She sneaks beneath the intricate lace, cautiously stroking her clit.

I tsk, “Modesty does not suit you, little saint. Show me what you’re doing right now.”

Lust lights up those eyes as she pulls out her hand and shifts the entire thong to one side. Her pussy lips glisten with arousal, and I lick my lips when I watch her hand slide back down.

Sliding through the wet folds, Melody gathers her cum and wipes it along the swollen bump of her clit. I feel like a man starved as I watch her tease the bud with rough strokes, each one causing her ass to bounce against the floor.

“Finger yourself.” Gravel coats my throat, “Fuck your fingers as if they were mine.”

She obeys without hesitation, leaving the throbbing mess of her clit to slide between the wet folds. A moan vibrates against my hand, and I feel pre-cum start to leak out.

I release her mouth to rip off my pants. My cock is weeping, gushing all over my hand as though this is the first time I have seen a woman touch herself.

Although, this is the first time I have everfeltanything by watching a woman touch herself.

“Open your mouth.” Wiping the excess off my tip, I watch Melody suck my thumb into her sweet little mouth.

She swirls her tongue along my digit, greedily soaking in the taste of me. Her fingers are still driving in and out of her wet pussy, listening to my commands even though I am the one who is under her spell.

“Add another finger.” Teeth pierce my thumb, and I shove it back down her throat, “That’s it, little saint. Fuck your hand and keep wishing it was my cock.”

A whimper slips out and her legs start to shake. The scent of her arousal fills the room, growing stronger the closer she gets to the edge.

Yanking my thumb out of her mouth, I wait until her glazed eyes meet mine.

“When you were talking to Calista, who were you thinking about?”

“You.”

I lean down until our noses are brushing, “And who are you thinking about right now?”

“You.”

She finishes with a cry, and I slam my mouth over hers. Every jumbled sound, every muffled moan flows down my throat andinto my lungs, replenishing my body with her voice. I kiss her through the climax, spearing her with my tongue so she doesn’t forget who brought her to this point.

So she doesn’t forget who she belongs to.

My cock resembles a flagpole by the time Melody crashes back down. Her body trembles against me, tired and sated, but nowhere near close to finished.

“Stick out your tongue.”

She obeys, her tired eyes already relighting with anticipation. For as sweet as she looks, my little saint has a voracious hunger when it comes to sex.

Especially when it comes to me.

The thought has my cock thickening to the point of pain. Holding back a groan, I sit up on my knees and press the throbbing tip against her mouth.

She takes me in immediately, licking and sucking until the groan slips out. Her fingers are still glistening from her own arousal when she starts to stroke, spreading her cum and spit all over me.

“Make it nice and wet, little saint. You know it’s a tight fit.”

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