Page 38 of The Proposal Problem

With both hands, she guides my cock between her tits. She presses them together and bounces them back and forth over my spit-lubed shaft.

Percy’s lips pucker against the head of my cock. Her tongue slides against the slit and licks the precum that rushes out.

My tightened fist pulls at her hair. I let out a low growl, and my knees falter for a moment.

My eyes look at the ceiling. The neon-colored lights flash and pulsate to the beat of the music—as does my cock—through the haze of foam that covers them.

I’m close to unloading my cum all over her lips and tits.

And that’s when Percy stops.

My eyes go wide—as if they’re about to pop out of my fucking head—and I look down at the blonde at my feet.

She’s smirking at me as if she just made the Devil her bitch.

“Bracelet,” she demands.

Every muscle in my body is tense and stiff—stuck in the moment just before the point of no return—and it takes more energy than I realize to pull another bracelet from my pocket.

She more than earned that one.

Percy stands up. Her hand finds my aching cock again and squeezes it—hard.

I groan—loudly—as a jolt of electricity runs from the tip of my dick to the base of my spine.

“You want to come all over me, don’t you?” she coos with that mischievous smile of hers.

“Do you always ruin moments like this by asking such obvious questions?” I tease back.

I’m rewarded with a firm two-handed stroke.

Percy’s hands guide my cock to the gap between her thighs. The warmth of her wet cunt makes me twitch from head to toe. Every muscle in my body flexes and stiffens at the feel of her.

She grinds her pussy along the length of my shaft—coating me in her sweet juices—as her fingers pull and tweak at her nipples.

Her eyes look at me and dance with wicked playfulness.

“So, just many bracelets do you have left?” she asks.

Percy’s hands move to unfasten my shirt just enough to expose my chest. She opens the fabric wide and runs her nails over my flesh.

“I have enough,” I reassure her.

Even if the ones in my pocket run out— I still have half a dozen—I can always get more.

They’re sitting in a basket right near the door. Her friends noticed right away, and grabbed handfuls, and she’s just been collecting them one by one being my little sex kitten.

I inhale sharply at the feel of Percy’s tongue flicking my nipple. My stomach tightens and clenches when she uses her lips to suck on it firmly.

“Good. I’ll have another then.”

She takes a step back from me and smirks.

I give her another bracelet.

“If you want another one though, you’re going to have to really impress me.”

She raises an eyebrow at my challenge.

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