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I’m already on the move. My body is humming with heat and anticipation of his mouth on my pussy.

Sir, yes, sir.I can feel the heat of his stare coursing through me.

I make my way up his chest as he leans the seat back into a lying position. “Fuck, these hips, Dakota. I’ll never get enough of your curves.”

We’re both so wound up our skin is ablaze.

“Angel, I need you to grab the “oh shit” bar and run your other hand through my hair for leverage. I like it rough.”

I nod as Callaway takes a moment to realize I’m lacking panties.

His tongue runs across the bottom of his lip, “No panties? Is my girl feeling needy for my touch?”

My nodding takes over, not giving a shit about who could see us.

He’s perfect. My hips start rocking on their own accord as I grab the bar and hover my pussy over his face. His restraint is clearly wearing thin because I can feel the sensations of his tongue licking me in quick motions, attempting to reach me. I have yet to sit on him, and he’s already starved for me.

“Dakota, I’m losing my goddamn mind with the smell and taste of you on my tongue. Sit on my fucking face, and let me eat you.”

Your wish is my command.

The second my pussy hits his face, Callaway attacks me with his tongue. Plunging, sucking, and biting my clit into his mouth while I ride the high he so graciously gives me. My opposite hand finds its way into his black locks, and I jerk roughly, hearing his loud moan vibrate through the deepest part of my pussy.

It’s never felt this good.

“Mhm, Cal. That feels so good.”

The feel of his rough beard on my thighs only adds more to the sensation.

My neediness only spurs him on as I feel him plunge his tongue into my opening, only to slowly pull back out and lick me from bottom to top. He circles back around the bud of my clit and works me back up again.

This iseuphoria.

Pleasure ripples through my body as sparks ignite down my spine— my orgasm quickly approaching. I can’t pull away. Cal has me locked down, with his muscular forearms wrapped around my thighs and he feasts like he can’t get enough of me.

The moment I feel his teeth latch onto my clit, I fall straight into sweet oblivion. My body seizes up, tingling witha heat that runs deep through my soul. It’s been so long, and I knew I wouldn’t last with his mouth on me.

I’m grinding myself into his face, unashamedly, like I can’t reach the end fast enough. It’s pure bliss. Nothing else matters but him and I—the intimacy between us and the fucking pleasure of a lifetime.

As my body comes down from the high with my heavy-labored breathing, I reach down to run my fingers back through Cal’s thick hair and chastely kiss his forehead.

Jesus, the man has an appetite.

It feels incredible to be desired by a man so much they can’tnottouch and taste every inch of you.

He’s licking me off his lips, savoring every last taste of me. “Goddamn. That was everything. You are everything.”

I slowly lower myself from his face and bless it—he’s still covered in my arousal. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He wears it proudly—in no rush to clean me off.

How this untouchable man has managed to break down every wall I've built is beyond me, but I’m eternally grateful. Callaway kisses my lips, leaving no space left between us. We must look insane— all messy and disheveled in the front seat of his Jeep, yet there’s no one in this world I’d rather be insane and messy with.

Pulling back and patting his chest, I say before hopping off his lap, “Let's go, Ocean Eyes. Dinners on you.”

His wide grin tells me he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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