Page 140 of Endgame

My thighs rub together, doing their best to seek friction. His hands find their way to the back of my legs, running up the length of my ass beneath my dress, before circling to grab ahold of my hips and pulling my body into his with a loud groan.

“This body, Dakota. You fucking paralyze me with the need to fill you.” Moans slip past my lips, my body bending over the desk of its own free will.

“Baby. Tell me what you need.”

Jackass. “Please, Callaway.” He knows exactly what I need.

He’s still chuckling as his mouth descends to my slender shoulder blades to kiss the planes of my back. At the same time, his hands make their way to my breasts, grabbing hold and twisting my nipples through the fabric of my dress.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you.”

My body rocks into him, attempting to rub against the massive erection he’s sporting. His hands drag back down my body as they lead to where I’m craving him the most. His left hand takes hold of my hip, securing me in place as his right lifts the front end of my dress to slide my panties to the side and give my clit a sharp pinch.

“Ah. Oh God. Please.” I’m shaking and quivering to the brink of my explosion, but he won’t lead me over.

“Tell me what you need, Dakota.” I can’t stop the moan that escapes me. His demanding voice parallels my heightened desire. It seems like he’s almost trying to take this slow and draw out my pleasure.

Sure, that sounds wonderful, but I needed him in mefifteen minutes ago.

Once he’s settled, we can go slow. But also, the thought of someone barging in doesn’t seem to deter his plan.

Needing him closer, I reach my arm around the back of his neck and pull his face to mine, feeling the ghost of his lips caress my cheek.

“Fuck me, Callaway. And make it good.”

“That I can do, baby.” I hear the sound of his jeans dropping to the floor in a hurried motion before the back of my dress lifts and my panties rip from my body.

He ripped my panties.

I gasp. “I liked those.”

“And I like them off of you even more.”

I don’t have the energy to argue. His cock is teasing my entrance, and my body is shaking as he pulls back, only to push my face back down onto the desk.

Finally. Fuck me good, big guy.

A sharp sting ignites my ass cheeks as I fall into the effects of Callaway spanking me. That feels incredible. “Mhmm. Again.”

“My girl likes to be spanked?” He’s practically howling over the thought of dirtying me up even more.

Slap

Slap

The pain and pleasure combined are unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s glorious in how he massages the spot after, soothing the delicious burn it gives me. His last slap leaves me no time to recover before his rough fingers spread open my pussy to make room for him. A whimper barely leaves my lips before he slams his thick cock inside of me.

“Oh God. Oh God. Yes.”

Nothing, absolutely nothing, feels better than this.

Cal groans, “Fuck. That’s it, angel. Take me.” I was very wrong. Slow and steady is not what Callaway had in mind. He’s relentless, slamming into me tirelessly until his cock reaches my farthest point.

Grabbing my ass with his hands, he lifts my legs off the ground to get a better angle, perching me in the air with my face smashed against photos and papers scattered along my desk.

I feel his body dig deeper as he pulls out before sinking back in again.

“Callaway.”

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