She hastily tugs down the front of her dress, showing me her pretty tits. I almost come undone at the sight of them.
"It's a miracle I resisted you for so long," I say, tugging on her hair. My shaft swells inside her mouth. "If I only knew how much you would enjoy being my little whore.”
Her lips are swollen from being wrapped around my cock. I love that heavy look in her eyes as she takes every inch I give her.
"I have your lipstick all over my cock," I say. "It's my turn to mark you now."
I pull out of her mouth and stroke myself as I look at my pretty wife. She holds her tits up like an offering. And when she sticks out her little tongue to accept my come, release strikes me like a bolt of lightning.
“Dear God,” I say, looking at how much she enjoys being covered in my come. There’s so much of it, and it’s all for her. “Now massage it over your tits, princess. I want to have my scent in your pores.”
She does everything I tell her to.
It's almost like this girl stepped right out of my wildest fantasies.
"Now stand," I say. "Tell me what I want to hear."
Her pupils are blown as she stands, moving her hands down the swell of her tits.
"Thank you, Daddy," she says.
"Lift your dress, princess," I say. "Let me see how wet you are."
She lifts the hem of her dress for me. And it's my turn to drop to my knees. I press my nose against her sweet mound and press a kiss against her soaked panties.
"I want you thinking about me all night, Grace," I say. "Keep this pussy wet for me. I'll be feasting on it after the party's over."
"Okay," she whispers.
I press a kiss over her pussy before standing. I’m beyond the point of obsession now. This woman is becoming a part of me. Her name is written over every cell in my body.
"I have a gift for you," I say, leading her toward the safe.
I punch in the safety deposit code and retrieve the black velvet case. I hand it to her.
“Whatever this is, it can’t top the bicycle,” she says, gingerly taking it from me.
Her smile freezes on her lips when she opens it.
"Dante, you have to be kidding me," she says, tracing her fingers over the multilayered diamond necklace. "I can't accept this."
I take the necklace from the case and hold it up. She turns slowly and gathers her hair in her hand. I place the necklace over her chest and secure the clasp.
"Gorgeous," I say, molding her breasts in my hands. She fills me so perfectly. "The next time I fuck you, I want you wearing nothing but these diamonds."
Her fingers brush over the diamonds. "I can't believe I’m wearing something this beautiful. When did you even purchase it?"
“The same day I met you," I tell her. "There was an art auction in Monaco. A whole room was filled with antique jewelry, and I placed an order for this one after I brought you home. You deserved something worthy of a princess."
"I...I don't know what to say," she says, glancing at our reflections in the mirror.
"Do you like it?" I ask.
"I love it," she says, turning to face me. She gets up on her tiptoes and places a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, Dante."
This girl.
She makes me want to place the whole world at her feet.
