“Oh god, Anton!” Percy screams, jamming herself harder against me as she comes all over my thick, throbbing cock.

Her tits bounce wildly with her rhythm, her fingernails digging deep grooves into my chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if it looked like I got mauled by a cat when we’re done.

“That’s right, come for me. Come all over me, Percy!”

This may be one of the only instances in which Percy will actually blindly obey. I can force her to with some work, but even her stubborn pride won’t get in the way of an orgasm.

“Fuck!” she screams one last time, her pussy so tight around me I’m afraid I’ll burst.

Her body shakes with the intensity, muscles growing taut, head flying back in sheer pleasure.

The sight alone makes me wanna lose it myself. I have to take a couple of deep breaths to cool myself down from the heat of the moment.

Something about Percy coming all over her wedding veil, and the way my ring fits snugly around her finger, drives me absolutely insane.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite so sexy.

Her body begins to relax, her movements slowing. She grinds herself leisurely against me, eking out the last vestiges of her orgasm.

Persephone fucking Lanteri. God, that shit has such a great ring to it.

I reach up to touch her, my fingers running into her golden hair. I grip hard as her body stills, pulling her down into another passionate kiss.

She smiles as our lips part, her eyes tracing down to the soaked bottom half of my shirt.

“Your turn, husband.”

The sound of the word rolling off her lips makes my cock throb even harder. I groan as she lifts herself, her pussy sliding off with exaggerated slowness.

Sex with Percy is so fucking over the top. She makes every move matter, and she knows exactly how to get to me with her wild but sensual tone.

“Bend over,” I order.

She raises an eyebrow at the command. Like I said, she’s not one to take orders.

“Is that what a good little wife would do?” she asks in a meek voice. I know she’s being a smart ass right now, but the whole Betty Boop thing’s really doing it for me.

“You bet that ass it is,” I say, giving it a playful smack.

She moans and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she turns, lowering herself to her hands and knees.

“Like this?” she asks, still in character, now wagging her ass in my face and taunting me.

Her voice is dripping with sarcasm, but I choose to ignore it, my throbbing cock overruling every other consideration.

Percy is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve thought it the moment we met, and I’m even more convinced of it now.

From every angle, in every situation, she’s absolutely radiant. Even taking that into consideration, though, there’s something really exceptional about my view right now.

With her bent over in front of me, soaked pussy on display and ass that you just wanna take a bite out of, I can hardly breathe.

I discount her faux submission—knowing full well I’m going to rock her fucking world, submitted or not—and rise to my knees behind her.

I run my hands slowly up her ass, raking my nails across it as I slide them back down. Her sharp intake of breath only encourages me.

I lean over her, my mouth a hairsbreadth from her ear.

“Yes, just like that.”

She laughs—not a meek laugh, but her usual chiming chuckle. Normally, that laugh stirs me to life. Now, though, I know it means she’s had enough of playing submissive.

Any second now she’ll turn around and tell me to go fuck myself.

I beat her to the punch.

Before she can ruin the illusion, I’m on her, sliding my engorged cock right into her slick little cunt.

She gasps in front of me, her body tensing slightly in response.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, pushing readily against me.

I hear the scraping sound of her nails digging into the upholstery and thrust harder, hearing her answering cry.

I reach forward to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her back toward me. When she’s half upright, I use the opportunity to reach around, rubbing roughly at her clit.

“Do you like that?” I ask her, my voice a near growl.

She moans in response.

“Tell me.”

She hesitates only for a moment.

“I like it,” she says.

I shove myself deeper into her.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she shouts. She pauses for a second but finally really admits it. “Okay, I fucking love it!”

I chuckle against the back of her head.

“Call me your husband again,” I command, releasing her head.

She falls back onto all fours, whimpering as I drive my cock relentlessly into her.

“Anton Lanteri, you’re my husband!” she moans.

“And you?”

“Oh, fuck, Anton, just like that!”

I oblige, continuing my rhythm like a good husband would. Still, I have my conditions.

“And you, Percy?”

“And I’m your wife!” she cries, jamming her pussy harder against me.

I feel her getting close again, her body tensing tightly, her cunt tightening around my cock.

I’m right there with her, getting closer by the moment.

“Tell me you belong to me!” I order, increasing my speed and driving myself even deeper into her.

“Anton—”

“Say it, Percy.”

“Oh god, yes! Yes, I belong to you!”

She loses it before the sentence is even out, her cunt locking firmly around me.

“I’m coming!” she screams.

The sensations of her orgasm bring mine rushing through me as well, my cock pounding into her.

My cum fountains inside of her, coating her already drenched pussy.

We cry out as one, our voices echoing around the closed space of the car.

Slowly, we grind to a halt, first taking a few moments to bask in the feel of each other. When our bodies finally still, we’re both breathing hard from the exertion.

I pull myself out of her slowly, hearing her gasp as I do.

With a sigh of complete contentment, I collapse back against the seat, watching as she rights herself.

She turns to face me, a smile gracing her lips.

“Well, husband,” she says, crawling over to me. “If you keep fucking me like that, this might just work out.”

I laugh as she curls against me, her head lowering to my chest.

“Is there any other way?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” She giggles. “But I guess I’ll never have to worry about that again.”

“You most certainly will not.”

I lean my head forward, softly pressing my lips to the back of her head.

I breathe her in, the smell of roses washing across my senses. It mingles with a smell that is unarguably Percy—a scent so tantalizing, no perfume could ever compete.

I swear to God, if they could somehow bottle the woman’s pheromones, they’d have a genuine love potion on their hands.

At least, they’ve always had that effect on me.

“I love you, wife,” I say, my mouth still pressed against her hair.

“I love you, too, husband.” She sighs.

Sweeter words have never been spoken.