Page 54 of Perilous

Peri continues to fuck me with his fingers and slamming the palm of his hand against my clit. The pressure and throbbing of my body becomes so much I grab and claw at Peri’s wrists.

“I’ll stop when I’m done with you,” he growls at me.

I take my hands away from his wrist and my entire body shakes. Peri’s fingers have their way with me for another few seconds. And then they’re gone. His touch vanishes and my legs finally give out.

I don’t know how I must look as I slide down to the floor in the shower, curling up, hugging my knees, staring up at Peri with my jaw dropped and my body pulsing with so much pleasure. I feel like I can cry right now. But I’m not sad at all. He’s fucked me with his fingers so hard that my emotions are broken.

Peri looks at his hand. He rubs his thumb against his middle and ring fingers, showing me the clear, sticky liquid that has just come out of my own body. He flicks his tongue against the top of his middle finger.

Then he reaches down and begins to unzip his jeans.

ChapterSeventeen

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My cum clingsto her bottom lip and drips in a thick string down to her chest. The shower water hits her tits and grabs at the cum, but it’s like maple syrup and won’t move.

I hold my cock with my right hand. I’m still throbbing. My left hand has a handful of Annika’s hair. My hand, wrist, and part of my arm is soaked. I don’t give a fuck.

I stroke my cock once more and watch as more cum collects at the tip of my cock. I curl my lip and pull Annika toward me. Her lips part, ready to take my cock if I would allow it.

I don’t.

Instead, Iboopmy cock against her nose, leaving a dollop of my cum on the tip of her nose. No fucking clue why I just did that, but I did.

I step back, release my grip from her hair, and admire her—sitting on the floor of her shower, smothered in my release, looking turned on, in need, and scared of dying all at the same time.

I then close the shower door. I put my cock away.

“Shower,” I tell her. “You have five minutes.”

I step out of the bathroom as my phone begins to vibrate.

WHERES MY DAUGHTER?! I ASKED FOR YOUR HELP!

I freeze for a moment and look back over my shoulder. Holom is texting me about his daughter and here I am looking back over my right shoulder, into the bathroom, and I can see the silhouette of his daughter as she showers my cum off her face. He obviously doesn’t know his daughter is alive and well.

He also doesn’t know that his own fuckingLegionwants his daughter dead. Also… who the fuck does this asshole think he is, texting me like this? All caps? Exclamation points? That feels threatening to me.

Part of me wants to punish Annika for her father’s words. Part of me wants to find Holom and break every one of his fingers to ensure he can’t text for a while.

Then again, he can talk to text…

So, I’ll break his jaw too. To my surprise, another text comes through. Holom wants to meet me. No, hedemandsto meet me. Now I’m fucking livid.

I can simply tell Holom Alistair to go fuck himself. I can also tell him that his daughter is safe with her lips wrapped around my cock.

Both sets of lips too, buddy. Your daughter’s mouth is as fun as her cunt. Next I’m going to fuck her ass.

Or…

The shower water turns off and the glass door opens. Annika stands there, dripping wet, beautifully naked, glistening nipples pebbled. Her soft, tender curves showing, her hips designed to make your eyes travel between her legs where her sweet slit awaits.

“You have one minute to get dressed or else you’re going to spend the rest of the day naked,” I tell mypet.

She nods. No words spoken. That’s good. Right now she doesn’t need to know I’m going to meet her father.

Also, right now, I need to find something to tie her up with.

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