Page 138 of Endgame

He thinks I’m going to let him touch me right now.

Not a chance, big guy.

Nothing can keep my mouth off him.

His hands reach out, likely trying to grab a handful, until I swat him away.

“Ah ah ah. Hands off. Not until I get my mouth on you.”

His opportunity to respond is gone before he can think of it as I swipe my hand coated with the spread across the entire length of his cock. A heavy groan leaves Cal’s lips, causing him to twitch in my hand.

“Eager much? I haven’t even tasted you yet.” The tables have turned, leaving his submission in my hands. I’ve never felt so powerful.

I’m on my knees for him, yet it’s his pleasure I control.

I love that he trusts me enough to hand it over and respects me enough to give me the authority to command his pleasure the same way he can mine.

We are a team.

“Put your sweet little mouth on me, Dakota, before I slam you down on my cock with cookie butter stuffed in your greedy pussy.”

If he’s trying to stop me from that, he’s doing it all wrong.

“I might like that.” I’m taunting him, stroking him up and down as my eyes blissfully sear into his. Lust so tense fuses between us.

“I bet you would.” He laughs through his pleasure, proving to know me well.

Our moans harmonize as I lean forward, licking him from base to tip, my body buzzing as a growl rolls off the end of his tongue.

“Fuck, angel. That’s it. Now take me all the way.”

Anything for you.

My tongue finds the back end of his shaft as the smooth plane collects the cookie butter; the taste of it and him combined is fatal to my senses. The roughness of the spread must add another layer of sensitivity because he can’t stay still.

He's panting and growling like an animal. It’s incredible how his body is responding to my touch.

As soon as my tongue reaches the tip of his cock, I plummet to the bottom, taking him all the way until his head touches the back of my throat.

“Goddamn it, you’re so good at this. Don’t fucking tell me how. Ah, that mouth.” I’m sucking him deep, up and down, swirling my tongue at the tip and then dragging it down the underside where he's most sensitive.

My clit is throbbing, starved for his touch, but this is about him.

Cal’s eyes are rolling to the back of his head in pleasure as the feel of my tits bouncing back and forth with my rocking set my hard nipples on edge.

I could come like this.

The sensation of our combined pleasure sends an implosion of ecstasy between us. Sensing he’s getting close, I grab the base of his shaft, the cookie butter already wiped clean, and tug in short motions as I take him in again.

“I’m…I’m…fuck. Baby, I’m gonna come. Suck me dry. Don’t waste a drop.” My sucking is a dedicated pursuit of his pleasure.

Callaway’s moaning draws out as his body stills in sudden jerks, signaling his impending orgasm.

“Ahhhhhh. Mhm. So good.” Warm ropes of his cum fill my mouth as I swallow every last drop of him, his body needing moments to recover.

When I feel the last of him spill down my throat, I slide his cock from my mouth and notice how my lips feel numb from the effects of his thrusting.

I love it.

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