“Come for me, Bella. Fucking come for me, Annie,” I say to her, and as I do, she lets go, her body convulsing, her jaw slacking even more, giving me more room to push inside her. While her body orgasms, I push her to the brink, my cock sliding down her throat. I start to pull out of her mouth because I am about to explode, but she knows what I am doing and grips me tighter to pull me back in. “Fuuuucckk,” I growl, my orgasm ripping through me as Annie sucks me, taking it all, before pulling back and gasping in a big breath. We are both panting, yet she moves forward and licks me, again holding my shaft and slowly dragging her tongue along me like she would an ice cream.

I chuckle as I notice she licks her lips, ensuring she gets every drop of me. That was the best fucking blow job I have ever had, and I have had many. And now she is still on her knees, licking me, even though she has pleased me more tonight than any other woman has in my lifetime.

“Good girl, Bella,” I say to her, cupping her face before I pull her up and kiss her. Hard.

My hands settle back on her ass, and I squeeze her cheeks, wanting to feel her muscles between my hands. Lifting her up, I wrap her legs around my waist, her body gluing to my front and I kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her.

My tongue explores, and my grip around her tightens. Our naked bodies are pressed up against each other, not leaving an inch of space between us. Her body clings to mine, and she feels amazing. I kiss her more, not slowly, not stopping, not able to get enough, and she matches me in strength and ferocity. I want to show her how a real man kisses his woman.

His woman. The thought surprises me so much I stop and pull back. Her eyes look drunk from her two orgasms, and her perfect bare body is flushed with heat.

“You tired, Bella?” I ask her, my lips now peppering her bare neck.

“Hmmmm,” is all she replies, and I know that she is. She has been doing a lot more around the house lately because Maria has been unwell, and I know Leo tires her out with all the games they play.

She leans her head against my chest, her arms wrapping around me. “Sleep with me tonight, Dante?” she asks, and my body stills. I haven’t slept with a woman since my ex-wife and even then, I had to be at least five glasses of whiskey deep. Tonight, I had one glass and already the thought of staying in this bed with Little Red naked next to me for an entire night is getting me hard again.

But I can’t.