The way she’s wiggling her plump, firm ass against my cock makes me want to bend her over right here and now.

But to do that means I lose the game. And watching her do naughtier and naughtier things for bracelet after bracelet is the most erotic fucking thing on the planet.

Percy is a woman with no shame. That’s always been her thing. She owns it and wears it like a badge of honor.

It’s part of her charm.

It’s part of why I find myself so completely—and without reservation—in love and in awe of her. And it’s why she’s the perfect woman to be my future queen.

She turns around to face me. Her hands begin to unzip my pants.

I don’t stop her. This is her show. And—if I’m being completely honest—I’m curious to see where this is leading.

But when she looks up at me I don’t see a look of recognition. I see lust, hunger, and want—hard to miss with eyes as expressive as hers—but she doesn’t look at me like a familiar lover or husband. She looks at me as if I’m a stranger.

I should care that she’s so drunk she doesn’t realize it’s me—I know that I should—but that’s not who Percy and I are.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how wasted she gets. If I’m in the room, she gravitates to me.

Nobody else in the world can deliver what we crave. If she’s trashed—if I’m trashed—if we’re both drunk out of our minds—we want each other. We always have, we always will.

It’s not just lust.

That’s fucking love. Real love.

You can’t find something like that in the bottom of a bottle—that’s for sure.

Percy’s hand reaches into the opening of my pants. Her fingers reach under the waistband of my underwear and she pulls it down to free my cock.

“Ohhhh, you weren’t kidding about a grand prize at all, were you?” she says with delight.

“I’m not a man prone to exaggeration.”

Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock. She squeezes her hand firmly in a vain attempt to make her fingers touch around my girth.

They don’t.

Percy’s hand moves along the length of my cock and squeezes out a large helping of precum. Her palm slides over the velvet head, and massages all that warm fluid over the length with another firm stroke.

Her tongue glides along her pink, pouty lips as my cock begins to glisten in the neon-colored lights.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Do you always ruin moments like this by asking such an obvious question?”

I reach into my pocket and pull out a new bracelet for her wrist.

She slips it on with the others and drops down to her knees before me.

My hand grabs her hair and wraps it around my fist—as a proper gentleman would.

Percy spits on the head and shaft of my cock.

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.

Percy wraps her hair back into a makeshift bun and licks her lips.

“Challenge accepted, bitch.”

I laugh for all of three seconds before I feel Percy’s lips wrapping around the head of my cock.

Inch by inch, she fits me down the back of her throat until I can feel the tip of her tongue wiggling against my balls.

I dare to look down and see her looking up at me.

She has one hand between her thighs—rubbing against her clit—as she squats in front of me.

Her other hand cups my balls and massages them with obvious intent.

“You look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”

That’s the other thing about Percy that I adore.

The woman is able to take it all down her throat as easily as breathing. No other woman I’ve ever been with—and certainly none of the uptight fucking princesses that mother wants me to marry—could ever do what Percy does with my cock.

That is a stone-cold fact.

She slides me out of her mouth and looks up at me with a smile.

“I look hot all the time, but thanks,” she says with a wink.

Percy lifts my cock—stroking it as she does—and wraps her lips around my balls. Her tongue swirls around them as she sucks with reckless abandon.

I feel her moan loudly with them in her mouth. Her hand squeezes my cock tighter than before.

Percy’s eyes are closed tightly and I know she’s come from playing with herself.

That, and she’s squirting all over my shoes.

It’s a gorgeous fucking sight to behold.

But, even in the throes of her own climax, she doesn’t stop.

She drops down to her knees—her shaking thighs no longer able to keep her up—and she slaps the head of my cock against her puckered lips.

I reach into my pocket and slide the rest of the wristbands on her arm.

“You win,” I declare.

“Good. Now give me my prize,” she demands.

“If you want it, take it.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice.

My cock slides back into her mouth.

Percy’s head bobs along the length of my cock—her hand following her lips as she goes—and she uses her other hand to massage and tug at my balls.

The world before me starts to turn into a haze. But not from the foam surrounding us. The intensity at which Percy is pushing me to my climax is overwhelming all my senses.

My fingers slide through my hair and grip it tightly. I can feel my hands going number as I pull on my scalp.

My thighs threaten to give out. My toes curl inside my shoes.

I growl—in a way that only Percy has ever been able to make me do—and then it happens.

I release and explode down the back of Percy’s throat.

And—like she always does—she doesn’t relent when she feels my cum fill her mouth.

She sucks harder as she swallows every drop that she takes from me.

I can’t make heads nor tails which way is up or down anymore.

Every muscle and fiber of my body feels as though it’s on fire.

I’m so engrossed by Percy’s lips and tongue milking away at my cock that I don’t even notice the sound of people yelling and calling out.

The sound of someone yelling at Percy rises over the thumping beat of the music and the pounding beat of my own heart.

I turn to the side and my eyes go wide in surprise.

Inches from my face is the nose of a brown steed.

Slowly I look up to see Sammi with Mysti May atop its back. Beside them, Becky is on another as she yells at Percy.

“Percy! Get up and get on. We have to go,” Becky exclaims.

“What? Why?” Percy asks as she licks the last of my cum from her lips.

“Well, in case you didn’t notice, we stole some horses. And a basket of fancy bracelets,” Mysti answers.

I can’t help but stare dumbfounded at the scene before me. I know that Percy and her girls tend to get into crazy and wild antics, but seeing it first hand—especially in this mind-numbing state that I’m in—is something else.

I feel Percy kiss the bottom of my jaw and watch as she hops onto the horse behind Becky.

“See you around hot stuff. Thanks for the bracelets,” Percy calls out. “Hi-ho, Silver, bitches.”

Fuck, I love this woman.