Alicia's POV.
He didn't go easy on me; he held onto my hair and pulled me back enough for my head to be touching his shoulders as he drove his fingers deeper. My nails dug into the mahogany desk with such ferocity that when I dragged them down, I could see my nail marks on it.
"Don't...stopppp," I cried out, but I wasn't sure if he heard me, and with the look of things, he didn't intend to slow down anytime soon. He let go of my hair, and the pleasurable pain from my scalp eased down. He reached out to feel my breasts under my outfit.
"Oh...." My lips hung open as I felt the tingling sensation of my building orgasm. I held onto the desk to prevent the feeling from knocking me over and squeezed my eyes shut. But before I could climax, I felt him pull his fingers out.
"No!" I screamed as
