Page 74 of The Sea Witch's Son

MARLIN: And you avoided mine.

ME: I don’t think your lips are capable of producing truth.

MARLIN: My lips are capable of producing many sounds, most of which would be from your mouth.

The red panties are pretty much soaked at this point, and all it takes is a couple of strokes to get the rest of my body humming.

ME: And what, exactly, would your lips be doing?

MARLIN: That depends. I could be kissing your neck while I fuck you from behind or playing with your clit while I fuck you with my fingers. Whichever you prefer.

Holy shit.

MARLIN: Have you spread your legs for me or are you still being difficult?

My legs are spread so wide he could slide in any way he wanted.

ME: Firmly closed.

MARLIN: Would you prefer being the one on your knees? Pulling off my underwear so those pretty little lips could be full?

MARLIN: I don’t mind taking turns.

A moan slips out as the friction starts to increase. The messages are on my phone but it’s his voice whispering in my ear.It’s his smile staining my mind as I touch myself the way I want him to.

MARLIN: Am I getting close or should I keep going?

ME: Keep going.

His low chuckle rumbles in my ear, and it suddenly occurs to me that if he was here right now, I would let him do anything he wanted.

MARLIN: I’d consider letting you touch yourself. Let you play with your pussy while I fuck the back of your throat until you’re choking and gasping for air.

MARLIN: Then again, it depends if you come for me like the good girl you are.

MARLIN: Does that sound fair to you?

I’m too busy getting myself off to respond.

MARLIN: I’m going to take that as a yes. Sweet dreams, Melody.

By the time the climax passes, there’s sweat coating my skin and my hair is glued to the back of my neck. It’s so much worse than last time, because there isn’t a trace of guilt.

Just satisfaction.

Sliding out of bed on shaky legs, I pull on some clothes and take a few minutes to pull myself together. Once I’m certain the flush has somewhat faded from my face, I venture out into the hall in search of the washroom.

When I get back to my room, I’m surprised a white-haired giant hasn’t found his way into my bed. The room is just asempty as before and the absence of the red heart is making me uneasy.

There’s a text message waiting for me when I finally crawl back in bed.

UNKNOWN: I hope Finley’s kiss lived up to expectations.

I frown, looking down at my phone.

ME: Who is this?

UNKNOWN: Don’t tell me our kiss was unmemorable. I will be terribly upset to hear my efforts were for nothing.

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