#pon.interactions

It was hard for Peter to be the traditional romantic that most of his previous partners wanted. Vicoire was the first that he decided to be himself. That meant giving into every sultry and ravenous desire that ran across his dirty mind. He was just glad that she was willing. Her hesitancy caused him to laugh and hum. Fingers run along her thighs, teasing her gently. "I love fooling around with you." He whispered into her ear, then kissing her neck. "But I really want to see what kind of dirty things you watch." A gentle squeeze to her thigh made him smirk. "I bet you're really naughty when no one's around." // @kiillmeromantically

Peter was finally able to set his things down when they got into their suite. A single king-sized bed stood in the center of a wide villa. It was complete with a large bathroom that had a shower that was large enough to fit a dozen people. There was a patio that also housed a private jacuzzi. Everything was beautiful and romantic—Peter couldn't hold his tongue any longer. "Okay... I thought maybe I was hearing the guide wrong but I'm starting to think that you forgot to mention a pretty LARGE detail about this retreat.

When the door opens, he grins and walks in as if he were already welcome. "No need to wait any longer, my love. I'm here." // @nonscnse

As night fell, he found his traditional post—right outside of her bedroom. The moon flew in the sky and illuminated the castle walls through the wide windows. That usually meant that it would be another few hours before any other staff would walk by. Peter took this opportunity to slip into her bedroom. "You did so good today." He spoke, confident that she wouldn't sleep before seeing him. "I feel bad for Sir John." The sarcastic tone evident in the confident knight's speech. "He really thought he had a chance with you." When he approaches, he lets his hands feel her soft hair. "How did you feel, today, my love?"

They fell asleep spooning and he was so glad that he told her to stop wearing clothes to bed. His hands began exploring her body, making him smirk as he could feel his own dick growing already.

Ropes of cum unload onto the woman. Peter loved watching her body underneath his. Maybe it was a power thing. There was something about making a mess on her that turned him on. "You're such a whore." The male smirked, biting his lip. "I bet you love whenever I make a mess on you. Don't you?"

Now here they were, in his bed. Their clothes were almost completely off—meaning they were both shirtless and already working on the pants. "God I missed you—" A branch SNAPS from the weight of something outside. Loud enough to get the male to turn his head. Trees rustle in the wind while the sounds of footsteps sound outside. "Shit. Hold on." He did not appreciate any other counselors interrupting them. Everyone knew what was going on. Peter peeks out the window and makes sure the door is locked. His eyes squint to look out. Nothing is out there. "I must be hearing things."

This was just like Peter. He meets a nice girl and immediately lets her take over her life. A fling turns into a soulmate—and their roadtrip has now turned into them running away. 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 lit the way as they moved down the empty street. Rarely any streetlights worked and they hadn't seen a town in about an hour. "Have any of your friends asked where you've been yet?" Peter asked, speaking softly. There wasn't much noise; only their roadtrip playlist and the soft hum of his car. "I swear I've gotten five calls, just today, asking where I've been." In the distance, Peter could see a small town. The motel sign light up, standing tall beside what seemed to be the local bar.