DANTE

When I finally stop twitching, she pulls my length off her mouth slowly with a wet pop, licks her lips, and smiles up at me like the devil.

“I was thirsty for you, and I decided to have a taste,” she whispers, voice husky.

I move immediately and grab her hips, flip her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. She gasps and lifts her ass automatically like she knows what’s coming. I yank her up onto her knees, put her ...