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He could only nod, mouth dry.
“I want that thick, creamy load shooting straight down my throat.”
Holy fuck.
Before he could answer she took him—deep, greedy, relentless. Cal groaned loud as her hot mouth swallowed him. When he bumped the back of her throat she didn’t stop. She gripped his thighs hard and pushed, forcing him past that tight ring until her lips sealed around the base and her nose was pressed into the dark hair at the root of him.
“Fuck—Sage—” He tried to pull back, concern flashing through the pleasure. “Baby, you don’t have to—”
She answered by digging her nails into his thighs and holding him deeper, throat fluttering around him, refusing to let him retreat. The message was clear. I want this. All of it. Cal’s head fell back with a wrecked moan.
Then he leaned up, buried his face between her thighs, and devoured.
His tongue dragged from her pierced clit all the way back through her dripping folds.
When he reached the tight little rosebud he hesitated—just a heartbeat—surprised by how badly he suddenly needed it. This was new. Forbidden. Hers.
He licked once, tentative, tasting her clean, musky sweetness. Sage moaned loudly around his cock, pushing back against his mouth like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.
That sound undid him.
Cal groaned into her and licked again—firmer, hungrier—circling her tight hole with slow, filthy strokes while his hands spread her cheeks wider. Sage rocked back desperately, fucking herself on his tongue while she sucked him like she was starving for every drop.
They moved together—wet, messy, desperate. Moans vibrating through both of them. When her thighs started shaking around his head, Cal doubled down, sucking her clit and pressing his tongue inside that wet-tight ring. Sage shattered with a muffled scream around his cock, pulsing hard against his face.
Her orgasm ripped him over the edge. He came with a deep, broken groan, flooding her throat in thick, endless pulses. She swallowed every drop, greedy and loving, until he was trembling and empty.
They stayed locked like that—her cheek on his thigh, his face still buried between her slick cheeks—breathing hard while the fire crackled and the storm raged outside. With all the love and strength he had he sat up and slowly lifted her as she turned around. He gathered her to his chest as he covered them in the blankets. She looked at him with lidded eyes as she leaned up to kiss him.
He hesitated, knowing his face was a mess but she brushed his hands away and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on him.
After a moment, their forehead touched, and then she settled into his arms.
The fire crackled softly as their breathing returned to normal. Sage snuggled deeper into him as he stroked her hair.
“Goodnight daddy. I love you.”
Cal smiled. “Goodnight princess. I love you too.”
SAGE
Bright morning light flooded the bedroom—rare and almost defiant for a December day in the mountains. Sage woke slowly, aware that something was deliciously different.
First, the sun was actually shining, painting the room in warm gold.
And second Cal’s strong, warm arms were wrapped tightly around her, his massive frame spooned against her back like he had no intention of ever moving. He was still in bed.
But the most thrilling realization was that his thick, heavy cock was rock-hard and nestled snug between her generous ass cheeks, the fat head resting warm and insistent against her puckered rosebud.
Hmmm… what to do…
Sage bit her lip, heat already pooling low in her belly. She subtly shifted her hips, sliding her soft ass up and then slowly back down. The broad head rubbed deliciously against her tight little hole, sending a shiver racing up her spine. She froze, heart fluttering, worried she’d woken him.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Cal’s breathing stayed deep and even. She relaxed… then did it again, slower this time, stifling a moan as her slick pussy throbbed in sympathy.
Okay, okay… I can’t have sex. I promised. But… maybe I can just…
