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Grinning at her, I replied, “I’m glad you made pie.”
She bit the corner of her lip, and I knew it was done. We’d both messed up. We’d both had our ways of apologizing. It was time to forgive and forget.
Dakota intended to do that by using her mouth just a little bit longer. I knew that was the case when her palm had gone from where it had been resting just above my knee and moved up my thigh.
A moment later, her fingers curled around my cock. I barely had a second to adjust to that sensation when I saw her shifting her body. Her legs slid out from beneath her, and she settled on her belly as she positioned my cock right in front of her lips.
My hands balled into fists, my body anticipating the feel of being inside the closed confines of her warm, wet mouth. The next thing I knew, I got my reward.
Or, based on how great it felt, it could have been considered an official apology. There wasn’t a question in my mind that I’d take this over the words any day of the week.
Dakota parted her lips, took the tip of me between them, and teased me with her tongue. Then, she sucked hard before taking me in deep.
I let out a deep groan, one of my hands instinctively reaching out to grab hold of her hair. As my grip tightened there, Dakota moaned. The sound of it was beyond sexy, but the feel of it was undoubtedly better.
Then, I was lost.
Lost in all that she was doing. Licking and sucking, going fast before going slow, and making sure her hands stayed in the mix.
But it seemed I wasn’t the only one who was lost. Because the harder she worked me and the closer I got to that point of no return, Dakota was just as caught up.
“Dakota,” I groaned.
She ignored me and kept sucking.
I let it go on for a bit longer before I tried again. “Sweetheart,” I said, a clear warning in my tone.
When I looked down at her, I saw that she had no intention of stopping. And it just wasn’t in me to not make sure she was taken care of first.
So, if I wanted her to stop, I was going to have to make it happen. At the same time I sat up in the bed, I reached down for her.
She was stunned by the move, but I didn’t give her much time to react. I got her to her back, put my hands to her knees, and spread her legs.
Then, I was down. Just like she had been, I positioned myself on my stomach. One of my hands curled around the outside of one of her thighs while my other palm remained flat against the inner part of her opposite thigh.
Keeping her legs spread and wide, I ate her. And she tasted fucking magnificent. As I lapped at her, my tongue teasing her clit, Dakota’s fingers drove into my hair and dug into my scalp.
Fuck, yes.
She loved this. I loved this.
My fingers pressed in deeper, my mouth devouring her. I couldn’t get enough.
And the more I ate, the more I wanted. Because Dakota squirmed and moaned and whimpered and begged.
“Jack,” she panted.
Hearing that, I knew I’d been wrong earlier. I thought hearing her say my name when she was sitting up, naked, and looking at me couldn’t be beat.
It absolutely could.
She just needed to be on her back, legs spread, with my mouth between them.
And I was willing to bet that if she said my name again when my cock was buried in her pussy, it would be even better.
The thought of that, needing to know if it was true, forced me to bring her right to the edge. Then, I broke the connection my mouth had to her and listened to her gasp of displeasure.
“No,” she breathed.
