Page 68 of Perilous

Fuck.

I place the knife onto her stomach and leave it there. My left thumb pulls at the damp hood of her clit. My right hand moves between her legs and I slam my pointer and middle fingers into her cunt.

Her hips jolt up and she screams as her sweet desire escapes from her. Like a pipe bursting, it’s a gush that sprays my hand and her inner thighs.

I dip my mouth between her legs for a taste of that honey and then I stand up. I take the knife once more and just hold it in my hand.

The orders are given for Annika to open my jeans and suck my cock. Everything is fluid between us. I give commands. She listens.

The knife scares the fuck out of her, yet the more I tease her with it the wetter and crazier she gets. My cock stands tall and free, a throbbing member waiting for necessary attention.

“Can I touch you?” Annika asks in the sweetest little purring voice possible.

I nod, giving her permission. As though she can read my mind, she grasps me with both hands. It’s fun to watch how I measure up to the size of her hands and the attempt at her grip around me.

Her fingertips cannot touch and even with both of her hands on my cock, there is plenty more to offer.

“Can I suck it?”

“No,” I tell her. “You can fucking gag.” I show her the knife once again, then place it to her left nipple. “Or maybe I’ll just slice off a souvenir for myself…”

Annika opens her hands and they fall away from my cock. Her mouth moves forward and takes me.

The first warm rush of her slippery mouth and her sloppy tongue makes the entire lower half of my body tense right the fuck up. My cock wants to explode right there. The feeling hits me so hard that I actually consider pulling away from her.

Just in case.

I do not… never… ever… finish in a woman’s mouth, cunt, ass, or even her hand. My cock. My cum. My control. Always.

I growl loudly and I thrust forward. I slide with ease into Annika’s mouth and I keep going. When I test the back of her mouth, she gags. It’s like a beautiful harmony to my ears. Gagging and groaning on my cock. The wet sound of her mouth as I fuck…

She makes a move, thrusting forward at me.

“You want to play fucking games, doll?” I ask. “Fine…”

I place the knife to her throat. The blade against her skin.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” I tell her. “If you try to move, well…”

Now it’s fun again.

My left hand holds the back of her head. My right hand holds the knife to her throat. This is vulnerability. This is trust. This is where we start.

And in some beautiful sense, it’s up to Annika right now to decide if she wants to live or die.

* * *

As soon asthat finality hit me, I pull my cock free from Annika’s tight, tempting mouth and toss the knife to the bed.

My left hand replaces the knife at her throat as my right hand touches my saliva soaked cock. I push at her throat and move her down a little on the bed. Right down to her elbows.

One stroke forward with my hand and my cock spurts that first heavy shot of cum at her chest. The second shot is just as powerful. So is the third. I literally feel like my balls are going to explode right now. I’m coming so hard my fucking legs are shaking.

I squeeze my cock until it hurts. My hand slides freely, the mix of Annika’s spit and my cum acting like an erotic lube. I keep stroking and the cum keeps pumping from me.

When I finally stop, I take my hand away from myself and look at the mess I’ve made. I look at the mess on Annika’s beautiful body.

She’s leaning back on her elbows, eyes wide, her nipples hard, tits looking succulent. Covered in my cum. All the way down to her pubic hair and her glistening cunt, still swollen, looking ready to be fucked.

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