I was panting now. My hands clutched the edge of the desk behind me for balance. His fingers slipped under the edge of my panties and found bare, slick flesh.

“Oh god—”

He groaned low in his chest when he felt how wet I was, how my soft folds parted easily for him. One thick finger stroked between my lips, gathering my arousal, then circled my clit again, harder this time.

“So fucking soft. So fucking ready.” His other hand came up and roughly yanked the top of my uniform open. Buttons scattered. My bare breasts spilled out, small and high, nipples tight and aching. He stared at them like...