I moaned, "Office."
"Umm…I like it. Very fitting." His tongue dipped into my mouth, barely touching mine before retreating.
His finger rimmed my anus over and over, pushing his semen into the puckered hole, a soft growl escaping him as it flexed in a silent plea for more.
Just as before, surrender weighted my body, leaving me languid.
"Are you okay?" James asked harshly as I sagged against him. "Should I stop?"
"No…Don't stop."
He pushed fractionally deeper and I clenched around him, a helpless reaction to the feel of something gliding across tender tissues. "You're snug and scorching hot," he murmured. "And so soft. Does it hurt?"
"No. Please. More."
James withdrew to his fingertip; then slid into the knuckle, slow and easy. I quivered in delight, astonished by how good it felt, that teasing bit of fullness in my rear.
"How's that?" he asked hoarsely.
"Good. Everything you do to me feels good."
