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"I'm—" The confession dissolved into a gasp as he twisted his wrist, pressing harder against my clit while his cockhead brushed that spot inside that made my vision swim. The dual stimulation wrenched the truth from me: "God, yes—right there, please—" My own voice sounded foreign, throaty and broken. The reflection showed my lips parted around silent pleas, my nails gouging the desk's veneer.

James growled approval against my nape, his breath scalding. "Tell me how it feels," he demanded, punctuating each word with a shallow thrust. His fingers tightened in my hair, forcing me to watch our reflection—his cock glistening with my arousal as he withdrew, the obscene stretch as he sheathed himself again. "Every detail."

"Like—" The words dissolved into a gasp when he twisted his wrist, his thumb grinding against my clit. "Like you're burning me open," I managed, hips jerking uncontrollably. The reflection showed his pupils swallowing blue irises as I babbled: "You're so thick—I can feel every fucking vein when you pull out—" James groaned like I'd punched him, his rhythm stuttering.

His grip on my hair tightened, forcing me to watch our reflection—his cock glistening with my arousal as he withdrew to the tip, the obscene stretch of my body struggling to keep him inside. "And?" he rasped, voice shredded. His thumb circled faster, calloused skin dragging against oversensitive flesh. The dual sensation—stretch above, friction below—left me whimpering. "Tell me what you need."

"Harder—" The word tore from my throat raw, my hips canting back desperately. "Please, I can't—" My vision whited out as he slammed into me without warning, the desk rattling violently beneath us. The sudden impact wrenched a scream from my lungs, my body clamping down around him like a vice. James groaned like I'd punched him, his rhythm fracturing into erratic thrusts that hit that perfect spot with bruising accuracy.

His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks, his breath scalding against my shoulder blade. "Fuck, just like that—" His voice cracked as my muscles fluttered around him uncontrollably. The wet slap of skin echoed obscenely in the study, punctuated by the creak of the desk and our ragged breathing. His thumb pressed down mercilessly on my clit, the rough pad circling in time with his thrusts—too much, not enough—until my thighs trembled violently.