Page 137 of Endgame

It’s a high I’ll never stop chasing.

I’m choosing to stay silent at this moment. Callaway succeeds best under control. Although I like to dabble in the lines of control myself, I enjoy watching him flourish within his power. It’s incredibly sexy to see him commanding this level of confidence.

Fulfilling his commands, my body guides me toward him, soaking in the sight of him resembling a king leading from his throne.

The carpeted floors dig into my knees, causing a staggering burn that only heightens my need for him. My pussy is drenched; my wetness is likely to have soaked through my panties by now.

Considering that, my pleasure isn’t the one consuming my thoughts. It’s the Adonis in command, radiating lust and looking like he’s fighting all restraint not to pick me up and fuck me right here and now.

I can’t find one reason for him not to at this time.

My cobalt blue wrap dress seems to be the perfect outfit selection, considering my breasts are on full display for his pleasure, and my all-white Dunks are protecting my feet from potential rug burn.

I’m comfortable on my knees for him and ready to see his plans.

Crawling to his lap, I decide to pull myself slowly up the front of the chair and place my hands on top of his thick thighs while I wait for his following command.

I look like his little slave. That’s exactly what I was going for.

Cal’s hand reaches out to run his fingers through the curls framing my face. “You look perfect down there, sweetheart. Knees feeling okay?” I nod quickly, still letting him lead, and remain silent.

“Good. Now take out my cock.”

It would be my pleasure.

Moving my needy little ass at lightning speed, I reach for his sweatpants and nudge his bottom to lift as I slide them down with his boxer briefs in one swift tug.

Moans leave my mouth before I can think better of it.

He’s perfect, masculine, thick, and curved from the extent of his hardness. It’s clear he’s aching because his beautiful cock looks painful.

I’m about to pounce. I’m ready to take him in my mouth in one go until Cal halts my movements, lifting my chin to meet his ocean eyes.

“Not yet. Grab the jar.” The jar? It takes me a minute to realize what he means.

The cookie butter jar.

I grab the jar from the desk and hold it out to him.

He’s shaking his head at me, making me question why he asked me to grab it. “Use two fingers and scoop some out, then rub it on my cock.”

There’s no time for me to question his erotic statement because I’m too flustered to care. I never knew this sweet and kind man could be so dirty.

But I am here for it.

I dive my fingers into the creamy, rich spread and use my opposing hand to reach out and grip the bottom of his shaft, feeling his body flinch at the impact. A sharp groan escapes his lips.

“Mhm. I’ve missed your hands on me.”

“It’s been less than a day, Callaway.” I choose now to speak up.

“Smart mouth. Maybe you should put all that sass to work. Go ahead, spread it on my cock, and take me in your mouth. I know it’s your favorite taste, angel. Better lick me clean.”

Bringing Callaway Hayes pleasure might be myfavoritething in the entire world.

Before I bend at his will, I decide to expose myself a little more as I slide the short sleeves of my wrap dress down my shoulders and free my arms until my breasts escape, being careful not to make a mess on myself.

“Fuck. No bra? Look at those tits, baby. Already greedy for my touch.”

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