Chapter Twenty: Pleasure

Dante's POV

“I need your lips around my cock, Bella.” Smiling like she’s drunk, she rears up on her elbows.

“No. Lay back. Hang your head off the bed. I’m going to fuck your mouth.” Her jaw drops slightly as her cheeks redden.

“Problem, wife?”

“No.” She licks her lips.

“Do you doubt my abili...

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