Page 125 of Endgame

She is to me. More than that, even.

How do you adequately describe the best thing in your life?

Thinking she will stand in place, her glide around my body stops me in my tracks, throwing my plans at claiming her out the window.

Dakota gently runs her soft finger in a featherlike motion around the center of my body. She walks to the other side of me and leans her back and elbows against the counter, searing into me with her fierce feminine control.

She’s perfect.

I might be intimidated if I wasn’t so turned on. Dakota looks like she’s going to attack when I least expect it. I could never see any flaw in her this way; it’s a surreal thing to see how far she’s come, taking what she wants and claiming her pleasure for herself.

Pride fills me.

Her voice speaks confidently, “I gave you that one. Now that I’m here, I’m no longer taking your demands. I’ve let myself love you and come to terms with it. I refuse to take anything less than your thick cock in my mouth.I toohave waited long enough. Once I havemy fill of you, my pussy isyours to fuck as you wish. And please, for the love of all things holy, fuck me good, Callaway. Do your worst.”

I’m a whipped man, and I bear no shame of it.

This woman can have her way with me, as long as I am shackled to her with chains so vigorous, death would be a better option than living without her.

“Deal.”

Her sexy smirk makes my cock twitch.Come and get it, angel.

“Stay where you’re at and keep those blue eyes on me. Don’t move until I say so.”

“Anything for you.”

I’m not going anywhere.

My eyes follow the lines of her curves as she saunters into her bedroom, directly in my sight of vision. Her cheeks are hypnotizing, the way the curve of her waist meets the cutest pair of back dimples which leads to globes I can’t wait to bury myself in.

Her bare back is striking.

Something about the muscular planes of her shoulders, leading to the slim carving of her neck makes me feel wildly untamed. That tan line that illustrates her endless hours at the beach highlights the most beautiful parts of her.

I’ve never understood why women spray that fake shit on their bodies. Do what you want, but the natural glow the sun gives to a woman’s figure is addicting. The curves that make up Dakota tempt me like a backroads I want to lose sight in.

She’s a vision.

I’m anticipating her next move, watching as she reaches the front of her bed and stands still, running her fingers through her hair in a seductive motion. She bends down slowly to slide her red lace panties over the swell of her ass and down her smooth legs.

I groan as she reaches to grab the fabric, ass perked up before holding it out to her side, dangling it for me to see. She’s naked, and I’m too far across this damn apartment, so pussy whipped I can’t move until she tells me.

Her giggle tells me this is her intention.

She wants me to be needy and famished for her. Well, she got it.

Now what are you going to do about it?

I’m mesmerized as she slowly turns around, revealing her shapely goddess of a body to me.

An enigma is a mild word to describe her beauty.

Her body takes on the shape of an hourglass, perfectly proportioned in all of my favorite places, with meat to hold onto.Mineis the only word I can think of. Dakota looks edible and sweet like the best vanilla cupcake I’ve ever had. Her figure only enhances her curves in its purest form. I can’t keep my eyes from her clean-shaven pussy, ready for the roughness of my tongue, and those swollen tits making me clasp for all the control I can find.

She inches herself back slowly, placing herself against the bed in a comfortable motion like she has all the time in the world.

“Strip.”

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