Page 129 of Endgame

Dakota knows that with her, all myused to’sare a thing of the past, and she is my future.

“Don’t go thinking I’m satisfied with that blow job you interrupted. I will find a way to have you in my mouth again, with or without your permission.”

Does she think I’ll fight her on that?

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

I head into the bathroom and secure a wet towel to clean her off, knowing sleep is needed for the night ahead.

There’s no way we’re even close to being finished. The entire evening has taken a toll on my sleepy girl, so rest is needed until I decide to wake her up with my head between her legs.

After making sure she’s cleaned up, I roll to my back and pull her gorgeous body tightly into the crook of my arm, and kiss her head gently.

The sound of her soft breathing steadies my heart as I wait for sleep to claim me.

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Ouch.

Every square inch of my body is screaming in glorious agony.

I can’t help but smile, reliving the best night of my life.

I can still feel the imprints of Callaway’s hands pressing into my skin, calluses chiseling into my dips and curves.

God, that was incredible.Hewas incredible.

I’ve never felt so worshiped in my life—like he had nowhere else to be but where my pleasure was. Feeling such a deep layer of confidence with someone, especially someone youlove,is liberating.My heart takes flight at the thought…Cal loves me.I’ve always felt it from him. He's never been one to shy away from his feelings, but he has somewhat remained guarded amid his pursuit, likely to protect his heart from my indecisiveness.

Although nothing about my feelings for him has ever been a matter ofdo Iwant to be with him, but more socanI allow myself to be with him. It seems silly and juvenile to think about now.

I never stood a chance against my own heart.

He’s too easy to love.

I look at the giant beautiful man taking up the entire length of my bed, and my heart feels so full. Even in his sleep, he looks majestic.

How can men wake up looking like a fallen God is beyond me. I won’t complain about the view, though. His muscles and tattoos are on full display for me to shamelessly admire, the corded veins in his neck bulging even in his relaxed state. I think I’m a freaky little ho for some thick veins.

Who would've ever thought?

Callaway has now cleared out my cobwebs, leaving my lady bits alive and well, ready for the Greek god sleeping next to me to show them some attention.

That thought might have to take the backseat because even laying here feels like a boulder block is weighing on my vagina.Have mercy.It looks like I’m out of commission because I’m not sure I can move without crying out in pain.

He should be proud of a job well done.

Deciding to let Cal sleep, I lift my sore body off the bed, my sights set on a hot shower to hopefully cure this soreness.

Big dick trauma.

I have to bite back my whimper as jolts like lightning strike my insides. If I can hop or crawl, I can make it to the bathroom.

“Need me to carry you, angel?” His groggy sleep voice filters the room.

Lovely, I woke him up. Giggling lightly, attempting to remain calm and mask my pain, I choke out, “Nope, I’ve got this. Get your beauty sleep, big guy.” I force myself to move quickly into the bathroom after seeing him roll over, shutting the door quietly behind me.

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