Page 128 of Endgame

My hips are driving in sync with hers, seeking my release.

“I’m so close, Cal. I need it harder.”

I’m rolling her onto her back before she has a chance to finish that statement becauseI too need it harder, and she’s ready for it.

Her breath escapes her as my head finds the side of her ear, my cock pulling out, nudging, and teasing the brim of her pussy opening.Not yet.

“I’m gonna fuck you deep now. Are you ready for me? You’re gonna feel me for days, baby.” she nods in agreement, “And then I’m gonna come on your face.”

“Yes, please.” Perfect. Glad we cleared that up.

I slam home, giving her no time to adjust to my size again.

I’m feral for her, fucking her so hard my cock might break.

But I can’t stop. “This hungry pussy was made for me. Wasn’t it, Dakota?” Her whispered gasps let me know our connection consumes her, her body succumbing to astronomical pleasure.

There’s no way to mask our feelings for each other here. They’re out in the open, tossed between us, creating a magnetic bond. My cock in her pussy is a haven for our solitude. I never want to leave.

A loud moan leaves her lips, and I draw her hardened nipple between my teeth, reaching down to pinch her clit while I slam into her senseless. My body is running the race of a lifetime, attempting to get as deep as possible, needing to feel every part of her. I watch, entranced, as she reaches for her tit, the one my tongue just left, and begins grabbing andtwisting her dark nipple, causing her to spiral into ecstasy. “Gonna come. Don't. Stop.”

Never.

I’m right there with her, ready to erupt.

“I couldn’t if I tried. I never want to leave. This pussy is mine.” My assault on her doesn’t stop as I slam into her with my cock, bottoming out. I could stay and plant roots.

I feel Dakota’s legs start to straighten, her orgasm sneaking up on her, as goosebumps erupt over her skin, and a sharp moan leaves her mouth, sending her over the edge.

“Callaway. I’m coming. I’m coming. Mhm.”

Hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

My cock is still buried deep as I feel her walls tighten in a vise grip around my shaft, the energy of her moans filling the room, sounding like music to my ears.

“Fuckkk. Gonna come too. Give me that pretty face, angel. Gonna make a mess on you.”

After three quick thrusts, I pull out, stroking myself as her body slides down the bed. Meeting her lips with the tip of my cock, her tongue darts out to lick me in one stroke, and I come undone, my orgasm releasing in warm ropes across her face.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I knew you’d be perfect.”

I’m seeing stars, my body tingling at the magnitude of my release.

It’s liberating.

As I begin to still, the haziness fades to a clearer view as I look down at Dakota to find her big bright eyes meeting mine, her face lit up with the cutest grin. My cum is coated across her face. She doesn’t seem fazed by the mess. In fact, she wastes no time in licking up what’s left of me on her lips, moaning at the taste.

“Mhmm. I’d give your performance a five out of ten. Maybe we should try again and aim a little higher.”

Little minx. Five out of ten, my ass.

“Is that right? I didn't hear any complaints from you. If anything, you couldn’t form anything more than a moan, my kinky girl.”

Her laughter brings me joy I’ve never felt.

It’s a surreal experience fucking a woman and then enjoying the aftermath. My mission is usually to escape and avoid conversation or the possibility of her asking for more than what Iwantto give.

This right here is refreshing.

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