Chapter Fifty-Five

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

Her eyes narrowed in annoyance. She let go of my c*ck and quickly moved to her feet. Turning her back to me, she sauntered away, her thong-clad a*s shaking as she moved closer to the other side of the room where there was a desk, walking smoothly in her high-heels.

"Well, I suppose my mouth was not enough to get me cuffed..." she called out, not turning back to face me.

She then put one of hands on the desk, pointed her butt at me, and finally looked back at me, her eyes full of wickedness.

"But maybe my tight, wet c*nt will change your mind." She then smoothly pried the miniscule, seemingly dental-floss sized string from between her a*s-cheeks, dropping the thong to her feet. She balanced on her high-heels, posed artfully over the desk, her long, stocking-clad legs looking as firm and sexy as ever, her bare ass looking amazing, and from between her legs, her naked c*nt was awaiting me, small, bare, a