Few hours before Mireille woke up
Dante woke up first, fluttering his thick lashes open. He looked at the woman in his arms. Her head was resting on his chest and her hair was strewn all over her beautiful face.
"Oh Princess" Dante whispered the words, not wanting to wake her up yet.
It was still quite early in the morning.
Dante moved his arm that was on her waist a little bit and rubbed her ass, making her pur softly in her sleep.
"If there is anything I regret, it is the fact that I didn't just give in to my want for you earlier" he whispered.
The previous night had been his best s*x and for someone like him who had had plenty of s*x, that meant a lot.
She was so freaking tight and so sweet. No, Mireille was not the first woman he was deflowering but she was the first woman
