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TOM

I reluctantly pulled out of Callie, rolled over, reached into my nightstand drawer, and grabbed a towel for her. I cleaned Callie, wiping front to back before cleaning myself off. I pulled her snugly against me, her head resting on my chest as her hand lazily stroked my abdomen.

“You like?” I asked.

“Umm,” she let out, her voice husky, sated. She pushed herself up and headed to the bathroom. I stared at the ceiling, still reeling from what was some of the best sex I’d ever had.

“Shoot, I left my clothes in the kitchen,” she said.

“I’ll get them,” I said, putting my sweatpants on before heading to the kitchen to retrieve her tank and shorts.

“Thanks,” she said when I returned and moved to pull her tank over her head.

“What are you doing?” I asked, slipping my sweats back down and dropping them on the floor. “No clothes until morning.”

I pulled back the covers and slid under, patting the spot next to me, Callie sliding in. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to stay in here tonight,” she said quietly.

Maybe things were moving faster than usual, but sending her to her own bedroom? Nope. Not happening. “I do. Does that work for you?”

Her answer came with her burrowing deeper into my arms and wrapping the covers around us. “Yeah,” she answered with a short sigh.

Callie’s breathing had leveled out, and I had assumed she’d fallen asleep.

I lay there, twirling her curls around my fingers, loving the feel of having her hair tangled between my fingers.

I kept replaying the night in my mind. For a woman who had always seemed so in tune with her sexuality, she had been more than a little uncomfortable when she realized I wanted to go down on her. What was that?

I kissed the top of her head, closed my eyes, and started to doze off for the night.

We woke tangled up with each other, my dick hard and poking into her back.

A Quick Look at the clock said it was early, but Callie and Crew were both acclimated to Eastern Standard Time.

If Callie were up early, Crew would likely follow.

I was just about to get up and start my date when Callie’s delicate hand wrapped around the shaft of my dick.

She stroked me, eyes on mine, and asked, “You think we have some time before he wakes up?”

“Maybe?” I said, but doubting that we’d have enough time for both of us to be fully sated.

There was a devious glint in her eyes as she worked her way down my body.

“I was in too much thrall when I saw your cock last night, Tom. I don’t think I showed you just how much I appreciated it.”

Her tongue traced me from root to tip, circling the head and letting out a sexy little sigh when she got a taste of pre-cum.

She threw back the covers so I could see her bare body, her full tits swaying back and forth as her mouth worked against me.

She spread her own legs, dipping one hand down as she played with her clit.

Making a mewling sound as she took me deep in her mouth.

Not an ounce of a gag reflex when I hit the back of her throat.

“You like sucking my cock?”

“Mhmm,” she moaned, humming against me, sending shocks of pleasure straight through to my balls.

She then brought her finger, drenched in her own desire, and used it to circle my ass.

She watched my expression closely, looking for permission before she pressed inside, the foreign sensation quickly turning into incredible pleasure as she found my prostate.

“Fuck, Callie, that feels good,” I breathed out as she changed up the pace and depth of her mouth, my hips moving of their own volition.

Fuck, her hair spread out, like a fucking angel, as her mouth ruined me for any other woman.

You know what’s better than getting your dick sucked?

This woman is hot as hell for me, and I love every second of it.

“You want my cum?” I asked, knowing she’d need to stop soon if she didn’t.

Her answer was a sultry hum as she picked up the pace, working me faster. I couldn’t stop the expletives coming from my mouth, “Fuck, baby. My God, so fucking good. I’m so close.”

Damn, if she didn’t groan the second my cum hit the back of her throat, continue to work me as I experienced one of the strongest orgasms of my life. And when she crawled up my body, looking fully satisfied.

“Holy fuck, you got off on that?”

“I did,” she said, her body boneless.

“How?”

“I don’t know; it’s just something that happens. I wouldn’t argue with you if you were to ask me to ride your fingers, though,” she said, pressing her mound against my hip, hungry for more friction.

I slipped my hand down between her legs, my thumb pressing against her clit as I pushed two fingers inside her, her hot, wet pussy squeezing my fingers, her hips rocking against my hands. Fuck me. I was getting hard again, imagining her tight around my cock.

Her eyes went wide as I brought her hand to my dick.

“Babe, were you made for me?” She asked as she pulled my hand away and moved to straddle me.

She held my cock in her hand, rubbing the head of it down her clit to her tight, wet hole, and sunk on top of me.

Taking my full length inside her. Our eyes locked as her hips began to rock against me, my hands making my way to her gorgeous tits, her sensitive nipples calling to me.

I drew one into my mouth and took the other between my thumb and forefinger.

She rewarded me with a sharp cry of pleasure, and the vice grip her pussy had on my cock pulsed as she all but lost herself to the sensations.

Fuck, this woman was sexy, and she was lost as she rode me, taking what she needed.

And when her orgasm tore through her, she kept rocking against me until I followed her over the edge, my second orgasm just as intense as the first. She collapsed on top of me, her mouth seeking mine for a soul-searching kiss.

“I think,” I whispered, “That this is going to end up being a damn strong addiction.”

Callie laughed against my mouth, “For real. But we should probably pull our shit together. The little guy is going to be up any minute.”

And as if on cue, “Dada?” Crew called. At that moment, I thanked God that Kelsey and Sam had taught Crew to call from his room and not come bounding into our bedrooms. Something they must have learned from experience.