"I love you, Jules. You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to do it. Fuck, I'm still so horny. Hearing you come undone, knowing it's because of me, is so damn sexy." I reach down, sliding to her mound and slipping a finger into her soaked center. Her back bows, but I hold her down with my chest and claim her mouth as we half lay on the bed with our feet on the floor.
"That's it, give me those juices. Soak my hand, because my mouth is next." I work my way down onto my knees, lifting her legs to rest them on my shoulders. I stare at her pretty pink pussy that has a light dusting of hair that doesn't hide her fat lips, aching for more. I part her folds and suck on her clit, driving her nuts. Her fingers spear through my hair, tugging me and pulling me back as she builds up quickly to another. My dick is no better—that fucker's back to full staff. It's only been three minutes, and he's ready to let go. I strum her nub while licking up and down her seam. Working her over and over, I do my best to ignore my throbbing dick hitting the floor right now. The bastard is leaving a trail of cum on the wooden surface.
"Look at me, Jules." She does, and I growl against her mound. "I need you to come hard for me because I need my treat before I dive into your sweet, tight pussy. I could eat you all day, but it's time to make you mine." And just like that, she shoots off, coming hard, her feet digging into my sides. I drink her up until she's relaxed. Standing, I grab her around the waist and lift her to the center of the bed. Once she's splayed out on our bed, I join her. With my thighs nudging her open wide, I press my cock to her core and lean forward. My hands frame her head, and my mouth comes down to kiss her.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Please don't. Make me yours, Anthony."
"You'll always be mine," I vow, pushing my cock through her slick folds and into her insanely tight sheath until I'm completely seated inside her. She barely grunts from the pain, but I felt every bit of that little barrier that tried to stop me from my mission. "I love you, my precious Jules."
"I love you, Anthony." I hold back as I let her adjust to me. "Goodness, I feel so full," she says with a smile. I wag my brows at her and then pull out slightly before giving her the full length again. She grunts as I hit her cervix repeatedly. There's not much I can do as my own orgasm is ready. Her hands rest on my shoulders, and as I slide deep inside, she claws at me.
"That's it, baby. Mark me." She cries out, arching her back, and digs her heels into the bed.
"I'm putting my baby in you tonight."
"Good."
I slam my lips down on hers, kissing her hard before tearing away to attack her throat. I can feel it shake as her pussy clenches down on my cock. It's vibrating with her moans, and I want them all.
"Come for me, baby," I growl, sliding lower as I find her large tits in my face. I love these babies. I rub my face all over them before sucking one of her hardened peaks between my lips. She cries out as her first orgasm of the night slams into her. She shakes, grabbing onto the sheets below her. I suck harder, marking her breast and being careful to stay away from the injured side. I only want her to feel pleasurable pain at my hands. I'd hate to hurt my precious Jules.
Her walls slam closed around my cock like a pair of vise grips. I groan and reach between us to stroke her clit. I refuse to come without her, but she doesn't disappoint. Jules falls apart once more, squeezing every drop of my cum into her depths, spraying her womb with my load. Fuck, I should have put my ring on her before this, but I'm never letting her go.
I lean forward, keeping my weight off her as I try to calm my breathing.
Slowly we share short kisses, and then I finally pull out of her warmth. Rolling onto my back, I grab her hand and hold it.
When we get our breathing under control, I turn onto my side, using my hand to hold up my head as I stare at her. “How are you feeling, Precious?”
“I’m sore for sure, but I can’t stop smiling. I’m afraid I’m gonna get addicted to this.”
“That’s great. I have to do everything I can to keep you from leaving this old man.”
“You act like you’re old.”
“I’m a decade older than you.”
“I know, but you’re sexy anyway.” I rub her hip, making circles as I try to hide my blush. It’s stupid, but something about her unnerves me. I feel like a lucky bastard, and I never want to lose her.
“Your phone is ringing,” she says.
“Ignore it,” I growl, bending down to kiss her lips. We wrap around each other and make out as my phone starts ringing again. I snarl and pull away.
“I’m guessing it’s important.”
“It better fucking be.” I force myself out of bed, and it’s a fucking telemarketer. “If you call me again, I’ll find you and rip your throat out. I don’t care if you’re all the way in India. I’ve traveled the world. Don’t ever call here again.” The call ends before I finish my rant.
“Telemarketer?”
“No. My sister,” I tease. She tosses a pillow at me.
“Jerk.” I pounce on the bed and crowd her space as I kiss her wildly.
“Tell me you love me.”
“You know I do.”
“Good because I love you so damn much.” We kiss some more until sleep takes us, forgetting about anything else.
Chapter Ten
Jules
The doorbell rings, and my eyes widen with shock because his parents are here. I turn to Anthony and give him my best glare. He smirks and winks before adjusting his pants. I could bite that man. He’s just gone off to welcome them while I do my best to fix my appearance. I knew I shouldn’t have let him touch me, but the man can talk me into anything. Now, I smell like him everywhere, my thighs are sticky, and my face is flushed. This isn’t how I wanted to meet his family. Luckily, it’s them for now. Roxie and her husband are on their way here today, but their flight was delayed.
The door opens before I can turn away from the hallway mirror, and a petite woman who could pass for Roxie's twin—with just a few greys—enters, followed by a man who is almost a complete spitting image of his son. Dang, future Anthony is still gonna be fine.
"Oh my goodness. You're a beauty. I'm Angela, and this is my husband, Anthony."
“Oh, so he's a junior. He never mentioned that.” I stare at my man who shrugs, already thinking what I'm thinking. There's still so much to learn. We've been having fun watching movies and cooking between the amazing sex for the past week, but personal conversations have been kept to a minimum. He's worried that it will dampen our fun considering I've got some parents I'd like to forget.
"Thank you, Mrs. Santini."
"Aren't you a doll? My boy did good," Mr. Santini says, pulling me in for a hug, which causes a growl to rip through Anthony who's behind them. "Ha, ha. She's all yours, son."
"Damn right. Come on into the living room. Just leave your bags there, and I'll take them up in a bit."
"Thanks."
"How was your flight?" I ask, trying to strike up a conversation.
"Not bad, although getting through Midway was a mess. Apparently, we left at peak hours...extremely busy," Mrs. Santini says. "So Anthony tells us you used to work at the bakery and that's how you met."