Page 79 of The Sea Witch's Son

He smiles, a breathtaking smile that is as beautiful as it is sharp.

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

A whimper slips out, “Please touch me.”

Two fingers thrust savagely into me, making my back arch off the desk. Marlin shoves up the edge of my skirt, putting me on full display while his fingers glide in and out.

“You’re so tight, little saint. I might have to stretch you out after all.” He presses down hard on my clit, making me gasp, “Tell me, is this what you were doing last night?”

I tilt my head, trying to see his face, but his eyes are focused on where his fingers are fucking me.

“Were you on your back, soaking the mattress with dirty thoughts of me?” He tilts his head, watching my pussy clencharound his fingers, “Or were you on your front, grinding into your hand while I fucked you from behind?”

The pending climax has it so I can barely breathe.

I can’t see anything other than the man leaning over me. I can’t feel anything except his fingers fucking me.

“B-Back. I was on my back.”

He smiles, “Thought so.”

A third finger pushes inside me and it’s too much. I cry out, bucking off the desk as the orgasm overtakes me. His thumb makes punishing strokes across my clit as I fall apart, prolonging the wave of pleasure for as long as possible.

Once I’m a shaking, trembling mess, Marlin finally pulls his hand away. Looking me dead in the eye, he puts those dripping fingers inside his mouth.

And sucks them clean.

“You’re sweeter than I was expecting.” His tongue flicks out, teasing the tip of his glistening fingers, “I’ll have to get a better taste next time.”

“You just...” I gape at him.

“I just tasted the pussy that’s mine.” He bends down and steals the wet panties from my legs, “I’ll be keeping these.”

I try to snatch them out of his hands, “That’s not funny.”

“Consider this your punishment, little saint. For thinking Calista could give you the same satisfaction.” He shakes his head solemnly, “And my prize for being so understanding.”

Tugging my skirt down, I sit up on the desk and glare at him, “Understanding is not a word I associate with you.”

“I beg to differ. Imagine if our roles had been reversed.” His eyes flick down my body, “I doubt you would have been so understanding.”

Irritation flares under my skin.

Not because he’s wrong, but because he’s right.

“You’re seriously not going to give them back?”

A smirk hits his mouth, “I’m keeping them, if only so you have a reason to curse my name today.”

“You don’t need any help with that one.”

“No, I suppose I don’t." The smirk melts into a full-blown smile, "Although I do enjoy giving you reasons too.”

I stare at him, soaking in the crinkled eyes and the perfect skin. His features are devastating at the best of times, but right now, when those bright eyes are locked on mine, there are no words to describe him.

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