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Percy

Saturday 2:09 Am

My heart’s thrashing against my chest as the fabric drapes over my eyes. Anton has some very interesting tastes that I’m already growing to love. He’s the only man I’ve ever trusted enough to submit to.

As he ties the knot tight behind my head, my vision becomes completely shrouded. I take a deep breath and sigh.

Just then, I hear metal clinking behind me, and my pussy’s dripping all over again. Anton steps before me, my only indication being his knees sinking into the bed beside me.

He whispers in my ear, “You’re mine tonight, Persephone.”

A chill rolls down my spine, and goosebumps travel all across my skin as the cold metal greets my wrist. More clinking goes on around me, and as I tug at my arm, I realize I’m fixed to the bedpost behind me.

I’m not going anywhere right now—not that any part of me is interested in leaving.

His lips find mine quickly, and we kiss, sharing a moment of intense passion before our mouths part. The taste of pussy is still fresh on his skin.

I lick my lips and exhale, relaxing against the pillow-like king-sized bed as Anton’s hands explore my body. He starts at my shoulders and my collarbone, kissing my skin and rubbing in soft, gentle circles.

I tilt my head up, stretching myself and leaving him an invitation to dive in deeper. His mouth raises to my neck, and he nibbles slowly, teasing me with his teeth as he brings his hands down to my breasts, massaging them and thumbing my nipples.

He’s positioned himself on top of me, his toned muscles resting against my body. I can feel my favorite appendage growing harder with each graze against my skin, and I groan in desire.

All I want is for Anton’s cock to be inside me.

“Mmph,” I whisper as his hands cup my ass and run back up my sides. “You really know how to tease a girl.”

“You think so, huh?” Anton returns coyly. “I could tease you even more than this, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” I say confidently.

“Good.”

I have no doubt that Anton could keep me up all night just leaving me suspended in a heightened state of pleasure and sensitivity. There’s just something about him that’s different than any other man I’ve been with. My need for him is downright scary.

I’m in control no matter what with the other sugar daddies I have—erm, had. Even with Anton at first. But from the moment I met him, everything changed.

Getting to know the real him, becoming intrigued with that man and his sexual appetite, becoming in tune with his desires—all of it has always been foreign territory. The scariest part about it all is—I fucking love it.

Every little bit.

I hear him pull his zipper down and shimmy his pants from his body. His hard cock rests against my eager pussy.

I can feel the head of his cock pressed against my slippery, wet hole.

As his cock slides inside of me, the head pushes hard against my G-spot. I toss one leg up into the air, his hip bone now resting against my inner thigh, and his cock plunges deeper into my pussy as he thrusts back and forth against it.

I moan loud and thrust my hips up at him.

“You like that, baby?” Anton asks as he continues to work my expectant pussy. I nod furiously, biting my lip. “Fuck, your cunt feels so good.”

“Your cock feels so amazing,” I comment. And it’s fucking true. I’m on cloud fucking nine with his cock buried deep inside me, throbbing against my hole.

As we fuck, I can hear and feel the music from the impromptu party my girls are hosting.

It’s exhilarating and erotic to be fucking in here like this, knowing someone could just waltz in if they felt like it. I’m unapologetically loud, so it’s not entirely unlikely.

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