He crashes his lips to mine again, intensifying his efforts to make me come. When it finally happens, stars glitter across my eyes, disorienting me. I can feel Callum moving my body and bending me over the desk, and I willingly allow him to mold me to his liking. Cool air kisses my ass as he pushes my panties and jeans down to my knees.

Someone could walk in.

They could see us—him fucking me—and we’d both be ruined. Especially him. This is reckless, yet here we are.

“Get my hand nice and wet,” Callum orders, pressing his palm to my mouth. “I don’t have lube and I need to take you fast.”

I grip his wrist and start licking every inch of his palm. His belt jangles from behind and he shuffles to get his dick out with his other hand. A moan echoes from me when his long, thick erection slides along my ass crack.

I need him inside me.

Badly.

“Callum,” I beg. “Please. Hurry.”

He pulls his hand from my face and I’m assuming strokes the wetness onto his cock because seconds later, he’s pressing the crown of his dick against my opening. It’s not as good as lube, but it’s wet enough to get the job done. I reach forward to grab hold of the edge of his desk nearest his chair and cling on to keep from getting fucked right off it. He’s slow and gentle as he pushes every ridiculously long inch of his erection into me. Then, he eases out before pressing harder into me with a quick thrust.

“Ah!” I cry out.

“Too much?”

“No,” I say with a gasp. “More. Faster. Harder.”

It still hurts being stretched by his thickness, but it’s a good kind of burn. His size is so big that he fills me and stretches me to my limits. It makes me feel like we’re a perfect fit—destined to slot together like this.

He caresses both my ass cheeks with his hands, spreading them apart as he quickens his pace. The slapping of flesh and scraping of the desk nudging along the linoleum floor is the background music to my soft moans and his hungry grunts.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls, “and mine.” He punctuates the word “mine” with an almost painful squeeze of my ass cheeks. “Mine, sweetheart. All mine.”

I want his fingers to bruise my flesh, marking me as his.

“Yes,” I hoarsely agree. “Yes.”