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sneaking
beneath my skirt and over my ass before pulling away. I swallowed, my breath ragged,
but still managed to respond. “Finishing law school preferably, or in a job I
love.”
    That
got me a “Hm” but silence otherwise. My pulse increased and I closed my eyes,
trying to keep myself under control. It was just like on the elevator – one
touch and I was lost, my body craving his contact.
    “What
would you consider your dream job?”
    Fingers
slid between my thighs, running along the thin cotton of my panties, and a moan
escaped my mouth. My hips pressed down seeking more contact but again the hand
disappeared and I bit back a groan. The respite allowed me to gather my
thoughts to answer, although it was difficult. “Some place where I mattered and
helped people.”
    “Good
answer,” he murmured, then the hand was back pressing at the soft flesh between
my legs, turning me into a writhing mess. My palms pressed down on the desk,
nails digging into the cool wood as I felt a rush of heat in my belly. A hand
smoothed over my back and down one hip as the fingers continued to tease and
torment me. I kept my trembling arms on the desk as something hard pressed
against my backside. The fingers finally moved beneath the panties and pressed
inside me, sliding easily along the wet folds. I choked on another cry, trying
and failing for silence.
    “My
office is sound proof and the door is locked,” he murmured, answering a
question I hadn’t thought to ask. Fingers penetrated deep inside me, causing my
body to quake. “Before we go any further however we need to get rid of these.”
    The
thin cotton panties I wore were pulled down my legs and without questioning I
stepped out from them as they hit the floor. A shoe pressed against the inside
of foot, widening my stance as his hips pushed against my backside. The fingers
between my legs never let up their exploration; my breathing was rough as
Jeremiah lifted the skirt to bunch at my waist, his bulge thrusting against my backside.
    His
thumb, which had previously been massaging the hard bud between my legs, slid
back to my rear opening. I surged forward in shock, the desk and his hips
holding me prisoner as the thumb eased around the tight hole. The idea of a man
being interested back there had never occurred to me; I wasn’t so naïve
as to be ignorant of the idea, but it had never come up before. Thinking proved
difficult however as he continued to manipulate my body until I was trembling
with need.
    Lips
pressed against my neck. “Eventually,” he purred in that deep voice, the word a
promise, as he caressed the opening once more then moved his thumb back to my
clit. By now nearly every breath was a moan as I tilted my hips up, desperately
needing to be filled. His fingers teased and tormented but never let me fall
over into orgasm.
    Something
shifted behind me; Jeremiah lowered his body along my bare bottom, then teeth
grazed the skin over one buttock as hands spread my cheeks. Before I could even
comprehend what was coming, I felt for the first time in my life a tongue
against my most intimate of places, licking up the crease then pushing inside
my weeping opening. I surged forward against the desk with another loud cry,
and couldn’t stop myself from making another as he controlled my body’s responses
with tongue and fingers. The unfamiliar and exotic feel, unlike anything I’d
ever experienced before with my limited activities, pushed me over the edge. I
came loudly, my nails scratching against the hard surface of the desk and my
body bucking uncontrollably.
    I
laid my head on my hands as I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, then a
moment later the hard length of his cock slid between my ass cheeks. The
fingers were pulled out only to be replaced by a thick presence that forced its
way inside my tight opening. I moaned again as he pushed inside, one thick arm reaching
around my waist and pulling me tight against his body. He pressed me down
against the