Page 218 of Bitter Poetry

I need to stop fucking talking.

I need to remember the dead body, but it’s too late; I’m on the slippery slope toward detonation, and no amount of coaching is going to stave this off.

“Come, Carmela. Come, right now.” I’m going to nut so fucking hard.

Her moan is deep, guttural, and filthy. It feels like she’s trying to suck my earthly soul through the end of my dick.

“Good girl,” Dante growls.

My thoughts turn empty of everything but the sensations. I’m a ball of raw pleasure, my dick shooting cum down her throat as she hums and twitches, getting her tongue all over me as she sucks in the most captivating way.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groan.

Dante is grinding against her. He’s filling her all up. Knowing he’s coming in her makes it extra fucking hot.

I shudder. She’s still sucking me, and I’m really oversensitive, but I also don’t want to scare her by pulling her off by her hair. My eyes cross. My fingers clench and unclench helplessly. “Holy shit! Go easy, babe.”

Dante snickers. He must take mercy on me because he pulls her back by her hips, and her lips pop off.

She turns to glare at him.

“His dick will be sensitive after he’s just come,” Dante says by way of explanation. “Give it a few minutes, and I’m sure he’ll let you play again.” He grins. “I realize you can keep going all day once you’ve been revved up, but most men need a little break.”

She pulls out of his hold, hisses, and clamps her hand over her pussy. Pitching from the bed, she stalks for my bathroom with more elegance than you’d expect given she’s still attempting to contain his cum.

We both lean to watch her go.

“Damn, she has a nice ass,” I say.

“And tits,” he says.

“Her blow job game is on point, although the finish could use some finessing.”

He chuckles. “Yeah. You’re lucky I took pity on you… I like her. I think I’ll keep her.”

“You’re such a dick,” I grumble. “As if you’re ever going to let our good girl go.”

His smile drops. “You’re right. Not a fucking chance… How are you feeling?”

“Like I battled with a brick wall and lost… I need to take a leak. Help me up. Moving is going to be a motherfucker.”

Dante is all business as he helps me get up. I’m sweating by the time I’ve got a pair of sweatpants on.

“I’ll use one of the other bathrooms.”

He nods.

“You going to meet with Leon?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“You’re struggling to stand, asshole.”

“I’m just a bit stiff. I’ll take something for the pain, and I’ll be good.”

He looks like he wants to argue, but in the end, he nods. “It’s going to get rough for a while.”