His other hand curled around my wrist, guiding my palm to rest against the desk as if wordlessly telling me to stay right there.
His fingers traced over the thin scrap of fabric covering my center, pressing just enough to feel the damp heat waiting for him. A smirk formed on his lips. "Good girl." The words slid past his lips, dripping satisfaction, possession, and delight when he found out that I had worn the thong he picked for me. It barely covered anything.
He flicked his middle finger over my wet pussy, and my knees almost buckled at the sensation that ran through me.
"A... We should..." The words halted midway when he pushed the flimsy thong to the side, exposing my pussy to his hungry fingers.
A tremor wrecked through me.
My fingers curled against the desk.
"We could... take this... home—"
A strangled moan broke past my lips as he slid deeper, curling just right, his thumb circling my swollen clit in a maddening rhythm.
He was watching me, taking in every reaction.
