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gently; it fell in little bits to the floor around her feet. When he finished he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the room she’d arrived in, down a small corridor, and into a dark room. He deposited Belle onto a thick mattress with silk black sheets, and she felt his weight depress on the mattress as he crawled between her legs, kissing her thigh gently before sliding his tongue down and over her labia.
    Belle moaned softly and briefly rested her hands on his shoulders before yanking them away, and grabbing her breasts, not sure where to put them. Anthony took her hands and placed them back where they were, staring up at her from between her quivering thighs. He tongued her clit quickly, and then sucked on it hard while pressing a finger inside of her. He began to swiftly stroke his fingers in the opposite direction of his tongue and Belle arched up from the bed as she came again, and moaned something incoherent.
    Anthony lifted her hips and turned her over, her wavy hair splashed across his sheets beautifully, and he licked his lips bef ore pressing them to her spine. He straddled her outstretched legs, and massaged her ass gently spreading her cheeks, sliding his fingers along the apex of her thighs, the tips of his thumbs barely grazing her labia.
    Belle moaned and pressed her ass up, inviting him, begging him to enter her again. She tossed her hair back as she turned her large eyes to him and his intense eyes met hers, she reached back and grasped his cock, her hand dwarfed by its size. She slowly pulled the thick skin over his head, and when he didn’t move closer, she pulled harder , tugging him nearer. Anthony grinned down at her and inched his knees forward, pressing his head against her.
    Belle rele ased him and threw her arms across the bed, burying her face into them and writhing between his powerful thighs. He pressed inside of her tight pussy, and started to thrust into her. Belle moaned into his thick pillow, her back expanding as she drew in a deep breath and raised her hips slightly from the bed. He slid his hands down her back, and snaked his hand around her stomach, sliding it down to massage her clit.
    “I’m going to come again.” Belle said softly, gripping the silk sheets in her hands.
    “I want to feel you again.” She could hear the smile in his baritone voice that seemed to travel straight to her core.
    When she shattered around him again he rode it out, clenching his teeth before yanking from her and abruptly turning her over. She hesitated for a moment before he nodded and she wrapped her hands around his thick cock. She worked them over his shaft firmly as she licked his head taking as much of him into her mouth as she could and massaging the underside of his head q uickly with her tongue, being careful to wrap her lips around her teeth.
    Anthony erupted into her mouth, and belle moaned as she gulped it all down, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard on him. He stroked her cheek with his fingers as he gazed down at her, catching his breath. There was a loud knocking that echoed through the empty house and Belle snapped her head to look at the door. Disappointment washed over Anthony’s face and he climbed from the bed, helping Belle to her feet.
    “Can I make arrangements to see you again?” He asked, smiling at her as he helped her into her thick cloak.
    “I hope you do.” She said with a wink.
    “Thank you, Belle. I’ve always wanted to try that.” He said and kissed her cheek.
    Belle was somewhat relieved that restraints weren’t always something he wanted; his cock size alone was enough for one woman who wasn’t a masochist. Anthony helped her into her cloak before he disappeared back into the bedroom just before Daniel appeared to take her back to the limo. Belle’s stomach was in knots as she remembered the evening, she couldn’t stop thinking of the dancing she’d done, and the wonderful food and all of the wonderful people. It was like stepping into a