Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing

She slowed down, then took me deep. As deep as I’d ever gone. So deep that her nose was buried in my scrotum, and I could hear her struggling to breathe.

Oh my God…

Her entire throat was closing around me, milking me like a machine, bringing me off. She pushed me just over the brink — right past the point of no return. And then, as my head lolled back and my teeth clenched tightly in anticipation?

She leapt up… slid forward…

… and buried the entire length of my cock in her sloppy wet pussy.

“UNNNGGHHHH!”

My scream was loud and primal — like an animal, calling for its mate. It came with the sweet release of a magnificent orgasm, one so powerful and overwhelming I saw grey darkness working its way inward along the edges of my vision.

Oh… oh holy fuck!

I came like a man possessed. My cock thumped and pulsed and danced, flooding her pussy as she rocked forward and back on my lower abdomen. Her hands were on my thighs, clawing for purchase. My own hands were on her perfect ass, squeezing tightly as I drained my balls inside her.

“FUCKKKK…”

I was still coming, still shooting as she climaxed around me. Her entire body convulsed at once, shuddering with pleasure as her brain was rocked by her own orgasm. One stroke… that’s all I got. That’s all it had taken for the both of us to come together, in this one, glorious, unforgettable moment.

“Ohhh.. ohhh baby…”

I saw her head fall forward, chin against chest. Her hair spilling down over her shoulders, her back, her breasts…

She was spent.

“Dakota…”

She whimpered my name softly and with reverence, like it was some rare jewel. When I finally spun her around to kiss her she was actually crying. Tears of joy and fulfillment spilled from her eyes.

“I missed you…”

My heart wanted to explode. She was so gorgeous! So beautiful and vulnerable and pristinely perfect. I threw my arms around her and brought her down to the bed with me. In just seconds she was wrapped in my body — arms and legs and everything else — where I could keep her safe and secure from the rest of the world.

“I love you,” I murmured, nuzzling her ear. I saw her skin stipple with goosebumps.

But I needed her to know. To see. To understand. Gently, I turned her face so that our eyes locked, blue on blue. In that moment we were connected at the soul. Bonded beyond time.

“You’re everything, Sammara,” I whispered, bending forward to kiss her. Softly, I brushed her tears away.

“Everything.”

Twenty-Seven

SAMMARA

We made love twice more before the sun came up, each time more amazing than the last. Dakota’s libido was insatiable. I myself was hornier than I’d been in what seemed like forever. In truth the distance had made us needy. Hungry. Greedy for one another.

Therefore it wasn’t really a surprise that we stayed connected at the hip, kissing and grinding and exploding until morning. Dakota’s lips were warm and eager, his tongue so incredibly sexy dancing alongside mine. It had been a long time since we’d kissed like this. Since we’d stared into each other’s eyes without hurry, without the burdens and pressures of work, or the distractions of anyone other than us.

By the time dawn cracked the sky we were both spent and exhausted, content to sleep lazily in each other’s arms. Neither one of us was willing to leave our warm, sex-soaked bed… until Dakota’s phone rang out loudly from the night table.

“Shit! We’re going to miss breakfast!”

He wasn’t talking about the plastic carafe of coffee and platter of stale bear-claws downstairs — two prerequisites that barely qualified the place as a bed and ‘breakfast’. No, he was talking about his mother’s legendary farmhouse breakfast. The one he’d eaten his whole childhood. The one Dakota had told stories about over and over again, until we’d all rolled our eyes and told him to shut up already.

The one that had made him a six-and-a-half foot muscle-bound giant.