48. Callaway
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CALLAWAY
I’m wrestling to hold myself together.
She thinks I’m playing her and intentionally trying to edge her, but I’m not.
I’ve waited for this moment longer than I can remember.
She’s been this wound in my soul that’s needed closure to move forward, and now that I finally have it, I can’t keep myself intact.
I know there's no going back the second I give myself over to her. I’m hers forever: body, mind, and soul. Exposing yourself in a way that could leave you alone is terrifying. I know she loves me, and that’s all I can hold onto now.
The reason I’m struggling at this moment, though, is because I’m worried I won’t be able to last. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been inside of a woman, let alone one that I love.
The last thing I need is to explode like an adolescent teenage boy in my jeans. But holy shit, the sight of her spread-out pussy on display for me was unforgettable. Feasting on her did nothing to fill the sharp edge of lust filling my anxious cock right now .
I need to feel her suck me in as I fill her to the brim.
I need a plan.
She’s in for a surprise if she thinks I’ll let her come anywhere other than around my cock. Fuck that.
Before I can think twice, I gaze down at her needy little body that’s desperate for release, and I take a step forward, preparing to watch her squirm.
Still fully clothed, I make sure my hard cock is right at her head, as I hold out her hands that are still bound by her silky purple scrunchie. I grab her wrist tightly, holding them slightly to the side, as I lean my mouth to the shell of her ear and whisper, “Dakota, you’re looking beautifully uncomfortable. These perfect curves seem to be flushed pink from my touch. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Yes. Callaway, please, I’m begging you, touch me. Anywhere.”
Look at my beautiful girl begging for me.
She’s a greedy little minx, and it’s sexy as hell to watch her look so ruined, contrary to her typical face of bravery and vigor that I’ve always found to be such a striking quality of hers. But this, she’s begging for scraps, ready for me to make a mess of her.
It’s time to be the giver my angel needs.
Untying the scrunchie from her wrist and tossing it on the counter, Dakota’s arms fall free as a heavy sigh leaves her lips. She’s laid out the same way I left her, except now, her arms meet her thighs at her side as she looks up at me wildly, waiting for my next move.
“Get up.”
Her feet meet the floor in seconds, a light chuckle leaving my lips as I watch her circle her almost naked body to where I’m standing .
Except she’s not waiting on my cue to act, always surprising me with her spiteful independence.
She embodies self-confidence.
Standing before me, completely unashamed in her most vulnerable state, looking like the love of my life, although I don’t think she has the slightest idea of the effect she has on men without even trying. Now messy in tangles, her caramel brown hair looks like hands have been wrapped in it, a look I’ve come to love the most on her. Her delicate nose freckles look like they were hand-drawn just for her, making her look more precious than rubies.
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 too have waited long enough. Once I have my fill of you , my pussy is yours 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. Mine is 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.”
“Hmm? What was that? I don’t think I heard you.”
Giggling escapes her beautiful lips again. “I said strip, Callaway. Show me what I have to work with.”
Oh, honey, you need to prepare yourself. If you want to see what hard work looks like, be my guest. My body is prime and ready for you.
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
I waste no time, petrified she might change her mind and reveal this was all in my head. The sight of her naked before me has for sure been in my head. Except I was the one bossing her around.
I reach for the hem of my shirt and bring the cotton fabric over my head, hearing her draw in a sharp breath from across the room. She’s seen me shirtless a handful of times, but it was work for her, and I don’t think she fully ever let herself see me. Until right this very second.
Go ahead, drink your fill of me.
I can’t help but say what I feel and hope it turns her on as much as me.
Unbuckling my jeans, my eyes find her clouded hazels as I lower them to the floor. “I can smell you from here, beautiful. The taste of your pussy is still coating my tongue. It’s my favorite flavor—so fucking sweet.”
Her panting expels in short, achingly slow breaths, her body flushed with heat, watching as I bare myself to her.
My jeans fall to the floor, leaving me standing in a pair of dark gray skin-tight boxers, with nothing to question my size. Arrogance isn’t my thing, but I’ve seen more dicks unwarrantedly from playing the game, that I can confidently say I’m packed. Seeing Dakota's reaction to my size makes me smirk, knowing she likes what she sees.
Lifting my head to catch her stare, I watch as she shifts her body leisurely, clearly resisting the urge to touch herself. “Don’t bother. It won’t be enough for you.”
She looks like she may murder me. There’s a storm brewing in the depth of her gaze, which riles me up even more.
My thumbs find the sides of my boxers while my eyes connect on her curvy body as I slide them to the floor in one haste pull.
“Holy fuck.” That came from her.
That is precisely the reaction I was hoping for .
“See what you do to me?” I’m standing in the middle of Dakota’s tiny apartment buck-ass naked with her on the other side of the room.
Since she has yet to tell me to move, I reach for my hard cock and fist the tip with my hand. The groan that leaves me is long overdue; the touch isn’t what I need, but it’ll work as long as I have her eyes on me.
My fist finds its way to the base of my shaft before taking one long stroke.
“Gahhh. Feels so good. I need your pussy, baby. Can I have it? Will you please let me have it?”
Now I’m begging, but I can’t find it in me to care. I’ve had enough tiptoeing around the inescapable, and I’m ready to feel her.
I see the second her defiance snaps.
Her body lurches from the bed, only taking me a second to match her step as our mouths collide harmoniously. She tastes so sweet, and my hands long to feel her everywhere.
Dakota wraps her dainty arms around my face tightly as she kisses and licks my mouth, moaning like the deviant she is. My hands find their way down the path of her body, stopping at the tits I’ll never get enough of. My large hands enclose around them—the perfect handful. I run my thumbs gently over her dark nipples, and another moan escapes her lips. My cock is nudging the outside of her pussy lips, fighting to break in. Her body is shaking with a need for something more.
“Callaway, please. I…I…I need…”
“I know, baby. I know what you need.”
Her fast nodding is the cutest thing, a clear indicator that she’s relieved we’re both on the same page, and the taunting has vanished. My hands find the bottom of her ass, our mouths still lost in connection, as I lift her legs around my waist and walk our tangled naked bodies to the bed.
Laying her onto the mattress, I hover above her carefully, letting this moment be my still chance to see her as more than Dakota Foster. She’s the love of my life, the one I will protect at all costs, and make sure she never goes a day without feeling the depths of my love for her.
“I love you.” I mean it. I run my hands softly across her face, swiping her hair to the side, hoping she feels my sincerity. It does nothing to hinder the tension between us; it strengthens it.
“I know. And I love you.” Kissing her is the only option. I’m ready to take what’s mine and soak in it.
Scooting her body closer to the headboard, my lips detach from hers as I begin exploring her curves, her full hips to bite and nibble that no longer tease me but now offer me endless access.
Once my lips have covered every inch of her, I allow my chest to run the surface of her tits as I make my way back to her pillowy lips. I can feel my composure breaking.
“I thought I could take this slow. But I need to be inside of you.”
She’s bucking against me, chasing her orgasm, sending us both into a frenzy of pants and pleading. “Yes. Yes, please. Forget slow, fuck me hard and fast.”
Jesus.
When she talks dirty to me, it makes me want to rampage until she’s permanently inked onto my skin. And that’s exactly what I’m about to do.
Giving her no time to react, I grab ahold of her ass and cradle her tight frame to mine, flipping us in one quick motion. I adjust our naked bodies so she’s straddling my stomach, her wet pussy leaking all over me, making my cock weep.
“Lift those hips and ride my cock, angel.”
Thankfully we’re past pleasantries because her small hands find my chest, letting them explore the muscles I’ve worked hard to keep. She’s dragging her fingers over the tattoos covering my chest, leading to the top of where my neck meets my hairline. I’m covered in shaded black tribal designs, the repercussions of my younger years. “Mhm, I love your tattoos. The thick veins that run the length of you. They’re incredibly sexy and one of the first things I noticed about you.” Interesting. So my girl has a thing for tattoos and muscles; it’s a good thing I’ve got a shit ton of both.
“I love that you noticed me.”
“I couldn’t have missed you if I tried. Pretty sure my heart would still long for you had we never met.”
I love her. I know she’s too good for me. Even so, I’ll never give her up.
My hands find her hair, pulling her lips to mine as her hips rock on their own accord. The wetness of her pussy is coating my dick, testing my control. I move fast, with only one end in sight, but my quick attempt hits a roadblock as Dakota thinks now is the best time to defy what I say and act of her own free will.
My dirty girl.
Her tempting body is on the move as she slides down my frame, coming face to face with my cock that’s standing at attention, anticipating her mouth. “I want you in my mouth, Callaway.”
My growling can indeed be heard across the hall.
Her mouth isn’t even on me yet, and I’m wound up tight.
“Ah, Dakota, honey, take me before I ram it down your pretty little throat.” Her laughter lights me on fire. I love that I can speak my mind with her.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as her tongue slowly moves to lick up the underside of my shaft. “Fucckkk. Just like that, angel. That mouth will be the death of me.”
I press my hand to the back of her head and shove her down deeper, her gagging making me more pleased than it should. Her urgency is relentless, and it’s the sexiest thing.
Confidence stems from her body as her hips thrust, seeking friction while she takes me all the way. “Mhhm, so good, Cal.” The moans of her mouth around my cock send vibrations up my spine. I feel her touch bone deep. She’s basking in my pleasure, and I realize I need to stop this before I come without having a chance to fuck her properly.
I lightly lift her head off of me, listening to her practically whine at the loss of me. My girl likes to suck cock.
Sealing my lips over hers, I let her in on my next move. “Gonna fuck you now.”
Her hips lift an inch while my hands lift her body to align her with my aching cock, and I plunge deep. “Oh fuckkk.”
Goddamn it, she feels like heaven. Her pussy is warm and inviting, making room for me to stay. Dakota’s moans heighten the feeling, causing me to draw in a sharp breath as her walls contract around me.
“It can’t be this good. It’s never been this good. Oh God.”
And it sure as hell will only ever be this good with me.
“Ride me, Dakota. Take it, and let that pussy milk me of my cum.”
Her hips buck wildly, seeking friction on her clit.
Stretching her arms back to rest on my legs, she holds tight and begins thrusting her pussy upwards against my cock, letting it hit the sweet spot she’s been chasing. I reach forward and press hard on her clit with my thumb, sending her body into sudden jolts, her voice all but screaming from the ecstasy she’s floating in. “Good girl. Take what you need. You’re doing great. Making me feel so good.”
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 because I 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 and twisting 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 I want to give.
This right here is refreshing.
Dakota knows that with her, all my used to’s are 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.