Page 30 of Perilous

Maybe I would like that.

Peri pulls himself back, sliding his cock along my tongue and the roof of my mouth, stopping with only an inch left in my mouth. I tighten my grip and suck him, wrestling to allow my tongue to move.

He reaches for my wrists, holding them tight, lifting them over my head using only his right hand. He slams them against the wall and pain shoots through my arms. I groan.

With his left hand he grazes his fingertips against my right nipple. A warm rush flows freely between my legs. It’s so good. So fucking dangerous and so fucking good.

Fantasies are rushing through my head like bats in a cave when someone shines a spotlight inside.

I’m broken now. Or at least… getting there…

It doesn’t matter. Soon, I’ll be free from this room. From Peri’s commanding grasp.

That was the deal.

Suck his cock.

And I leave.

I can regain my life once again. My normal life. I can go back to staring at financial documents for fake companies. I can prepare for my journey around the world.

Peri starts to fuck. His cock pumping in and out of my mouth. Pulling back so the wide, thick ridge on the head of his cock teased my plump, fucked lips—but only for a split second—before that well-shaped ridge is sliding against the roof of my mouth with force.

Peri knows how to fuck someone’s mouth. He’s done this before.

Now I’m wondering how many mouths he’s fucked. Wondering if there were girls with bigger mouths, who had the ability to move their tongues more to drive him crazy and make him come faster. Wondering if there were girls who had no gag reflex, to the point where Peri could slam their faces against his rough pubic area and just hold there for seconds, feeling her throat squeezing and pulsing, demanding his warm cum to drip right into her belly. Wondering if there were girls with their tongues pierced and how guys claim that the feeling of a tongue piercing on their cock is heaven.

I catch myself whimpering, raging with jealousy, when there’s no good reason for it.

I want him to fuck my mouth harder. Faster. I want to feel his cock deeper in my throat. If he wants me to vomit, I will. Anything for him.

This sudden desire to pleasure Peri has honestly caught me off guard.

The end game, Annika! The end game!

That’s what it is. I swallow his warm cum and let that evil goop fester in my belly, then I can leave. That’s the deal. That’s the plan.

I groan, starting to move my head and mouth, taking Peri over and over.

His left fingers roll my nipple as though he’s extinguishing the end of a cigarette. He pulls with force, releasing his hold on my nipple. At the same time his cock throbs and thickens. It somehow gets even bigger.

My jaw pulses, begging for a break, which I surprisingly receive when Peri pulls his cock from my mouth, releases his grip on me everywhere, and wraps his vein filled right hand around himself.

His eyes are wide and he’s breathing so heavy I know he’s only got a breath left before he starts to finish. I open my mouth, ready and eager to collect his cum.

Peri turns away from me and begins to ejaculate onto the bed. I can’t see him coming but I hear it. His grunts and groans. His ass flexing with force as he spills himself onto the sheets.

I don’t move an inch. I haven’t been told if I’m allowed to move or not yet.

Peri’s strokes slow and then finally stop. He lifts his pants with his left hand and turns to face me again.

My eyes glance at his right hand. His fingers are webbed with his cum. I can’t believe there’s a part of me that feels almost let down that he didn’t finish in my mouth, down my throat.

“Get dressed, doll,” he growls at me. “You look like a fucking slut right now.”

I wait for him to smack me in the face with his cum covered hand, but he doesn’t. Peri simply walks away, going into the small bathroom. He shuts the door and I hear the water running.

I’m in shock as I reach for my bra and put it back on, along with my tank top. I climb to my feet, staring at the bathroom door.

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