I playfully poked his chest. “Well, I’m glad your wild party days finally served a purpose!”
“Kinda crazy, right? Almost like it was meant to be, or something.” Dakota smirked. “But seriously, Sienna, thank you for being there for Ottavia.”
Sienna’s eyes softened, and she hugged us both again. “Of course! Just be good to O, okay?”
Dakota nodded earnestly. “I will. She means everything to me.”
“I can see that,” she said.
After saying our goodbyes to Sienna, we hopped into our cars and drove back home.
31
Make Up
Dakota
The glow of candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls of the bedroom, and the air was hot and thick with erotic aroma. The mattress creaked rhythmically, our bodies pushing apart and coming together in perfect harmony.
“Ottavia …” I growled, gripping two handfuls of her round ass.
“Oh,Dakota.” Ottavia’s intoxicating moans filled the air, coaxing me closer to the edge of climax. I clamped down and slowed my pace so I could last longer—but Ottavia looked over her shoulder at me and cried, “Don’t stop!”
I thrust harder, faster, my hips clapping against her plump rear, our pleasured grunts and groans reaching a crescendo.
“I’m coming!” she yelled, her voice a sexy falsetto. “I love you!”
Her body quaked as she surrendered to orgasm. And with her pussy quivering, clenching and fluttering its grip on my solid length, I didn’t stand achanceof lasting a moment longer.
“I fucking love you, too!” I roared, a surge of pressure shooting up my shaft. “I’m coming!”
I buried myself to the hilt and shot my seed deep inside her, groaning with each powerful spasm.
When it was over, we ended up lying on our backs, staring at the ceiling and panting for air.
“Wowwww,” she giggled. “Sothat’swhat makeup sex is, huh?”
I laughed, too. “Nice, right?”
“Verynice,” she purred. “No wonder everyone always raves about it.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty much the best ever.”
She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “But I’d also be okay with foregoing it for the rest of my life, because that’d mean we never had another bad fight.”
“Oof. Man. Tough call. I dunno, Ottavia. Makeup sex is so good.”
“And I agree! But wouldn’t you give up makeup sex if it meant we never had another big fight again?”
I sighed, pondering a painful dilemma. I tried to find a way out. “Why not both?”
She squealed with laughter. “You can’t have both!”
“Sure, you can! What if, every few months, I’ll invent some fake drama for us to fight over? That way we can make up and squeeze in an angry bone from time to time.”
“That won’t work! It has to be real,” she said, and we broke into a fit of laughter. “And P.S., don’t youdarestart any drama with me—realorfake. Got it?”
I sheepishly agreed. “Yes.”
