Page 42 of Beautiful Vows

As she adjusts her legs and lifts her hips, her eagerness is clear. “I want your perfect dick inside me.”

I smile. “Glad you like it.”

“I love it.” Her face flushes and her breathing speeds up as she looks up at me with wide, pleading eyes.

I smirk down at her. “Good, and Lia.”

“Yes, Dante.”

“Remember, I love you, because when your hair is wrapped around my hand, and I’m fucking you hard, you might not believe me.” I whisper huskily, kissing her on the lips once more.

“You know I like it rough.” Like a captivating vixen, she bites down on her lower lip.

“Good. Because you’re going to be screaming my name all night long. And then, when we’re both sated, I’m going to sleep with my cock inside you." I smile. "You know I don’t want to leave you ever again."

My words cause her to gasp, then laugh. “Whoa there, big boy. You're going to make me come without touching me.”

I laugh as I pull her body toward the edge of the bed. Her ankles hook around my thighs as I press one hand beside her face while the other strokes my aching cock. One … two … three pumps and then I slide it along her drenched slit.

We both groan.

“Is that nice, baby?”

“Oh, yeah.” Her gaze flickers between my face and my cock. She nibbles her lip.

My lips curl into a smirk. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy?”

“I’m not worried. I’m thrilled.”

I chuckle. “You’re fucking perfect, wife.”

After teasing and torturing us both for too long, we’re both desperate to fuck.

I slide my dick through her heat one last time.

Her mouth parts as she whimpers. Her eyes are almost closed. She’s loving it, panting, as she moves her hips to angle up to meet my erection.

Then I pull away to her gasps, drop to my knees and press kisses along her thigh.

“Dante, I need you.” Her voice is raspy but turns into a moan when I suck on her clit. “Oh, yes.”

I smile against her pussy, and then slide my tongue along her slit, causing her to shiver.

My thumb circles her clit and her legs tremble as she gets closer, but I don’t stop. I love her sweer flavor.

“You’re perfect,” I groan against her pussy lips. “You taste so fucking delicious.”

She moans my name over and over.

She’s so close, I know by the way her pussy grinds against my mouth.

I know because I remember everything she does.

Her legs wrap around my neck, pulling me closer. “I’m … I’m going… Oh, God … Keep going.” Her voice quietens to a whimper and I’m going to come without being inside her.

I can’t get enough of her.

Devouring like this is my last meal.

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