Page 126 of The Sea Witch's Son

A moan vibrates around my shaft, sending pins of pleasure racing through my body. Her lips are stretched wide to fit my size, her devious eyes locked on mine as she slobbers all over my cock.

“That’s enough.”

She releases me with a pop. Removing the scrap of wet material from her legs, I spread her as wide as she can go.

“You need to work on your flexibility.” I press her knees hard into the ground, “Besides your size, it is the only limiting factor on how many positions we can do.”

I have her pinned to the ground, legs splayed out and completely at my mercy but this passionate creature still manages to bite back.

“Or maybe you need to work on your creativity.” She gives me a mocking smile, “Nobody likes a man without imagination, Marlin.”

I smack her pussy hard. She shrieks, squirming under my hold while I grab her hand and press it against her weeping slit.

“My punishments areverycreative, little saint. Just wait until you wake up with all four limbs tied to a bedpost.”

She glares at me but it lacks any real menace.

“Psycho.”

“I prefer narcissistic lunatic, actually.” Giving her a blinding smile, I thrust against her hand, “A rather cruel woman called me that, you know.”

Melody rubs her hand along my tip, guiding me forward.

“It wasn’t cruel.” She gasps, feeling me penetrate her tight pussy, “It was truthful.”

I wrap her hand more tightly around me, forcing her to feel every inch sliding inside her.

“You are many things, little saint, but truthful is not one of them.”

Something dark and remorseful crosses her face right before I thrust the rest of the way in. Her hand moves to grip my ass,pushing me in deeper until we’re both panting from the way her muscles are clenching.

“You’re not exactly an open book.” Her words falter when I pull out and thrust back in, “I don’t know anything about you.”

“You know everything you need to know.”

I yank the red lace down from her breasts. Tight puckered nipples spring out, the soft flesh bouncing up and down with every thrust.

“Don’t you think its unfair that you know everything-

Melody’s words turn into a gasp when I pinch the sharp peak. Her inconvenient height has it so I can’t reach her nipples with my mouth, so I share my displeasure by biting down on her neck.

“The difference between us, little saint, is you belong to me.” Thrusting deep, I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, “I do not belong to you.”

Melody responds by digging her nails deeper into my skin. I can feel the marks she leaves behind, the angry half-crescents imprinted on the surface.

But that is as far as I will allow her to go.

Pulling a leg up over my shoulder, I press harder into her. Moans ring out as her hips buck off the ground, meeting my thrusts stroke for stroke. I drive hard and deep, fucking away the sting of her nails and the unfamiliar sensation building in my gut.

“Marlin.”

She chants my name over and over, a steadfast drum that has my control slipping. Pleasure rushes through every vein, heady and intoxicating as I fuck my little saint into oblivion.

“I-I need to come.”

She writhes beneath me, reaching for her clit to finish the job herself. I grab her hands and slam them back against the floor above her head.

“You know the rules, little saint.”

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