Curves 'em Right(23)

She moaned. Her need to have him inside her renewed and burned with an intensity she hadn't ever felt before. His hands were all over, pulling her skirt up, taking her panties aside, and dipping into her wet heat. He groaned.

He spread his fingers between her pussy lips, rubbing up and down her cleft and then fucking her so slowly she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. He swept his tongue into her mouth, gliding it over hers in bold, sensual strokes. She didn't know what to do other than grip his hair and wiggle her hips on his hand. Dear God, if this was a dream she did not want to wake up.

Blake fingered her pussy like a fucking pro, sliding deep into her. He went in and pulled out repeatedly, until she was squirming. She clung to him, clawing at his shirt and gasping for breath.

She needed him inside her or she’d die. Her body worked on auto pilot. She released her material-tearing hold of his shirt and moved her hands down to his jeans, unzipping and immediately stroking him. With one hand back up on his shoulder, she held on. Then she pulled his hard cock out.

He groaned deeper, the sound animalistic and fucking sexy as hell. She curled a leg around his waist, rubbing herself on him like a cat in heat. Their lips never parted as he slid into her in a single, quick, harsh thrust.

All she could think of was how amazingly perfect he felt. When he withdrew and pushed back in, her whole world turned upside down. Colors and thoughts jumbled in her mind. There wasn't a way to keep anything straight. All she could do was breathe and hold on. Her back slammed hard against the concrete wall. Luckily for her, this wall was by the door and there were no book files near it. Or they’d have been in deep shit with how hard her back was hitting that wall. He thrust in and out of her quickly, repeatedly and with an aggression that made even more moisture drip from her slit.

He grunted, his lips still stuck on hers. He delved his tongue into her mouth, rubbing it on hers. Her body fevered to a boil. Her skin felt tight and her nipples swelled to hard, aching little points. What she’d give for him to bite them while he fucked her.

She tore her lips away from his, gasping for air, looking for a way to make her lungs work just a little harder. The pleasure mounted inside her into a ball of tension she knew would soon explode.

He thrust in and she bit back a moan. Another drive and she scored her nails on his neck, leaving long, red lines on his pale skin. She met his gaze. The gold in his eyes only increased her pleasure.

“You're so fucking hot,” he whispered, his voice a growl. “I’ve never fucked in a library, but with a sexy librarian like you, I couldn’t help myself.”

He grabbed her legs lifting her completely off the floor, urging her to curl them around his waist. He held her up by her cheeks and squeezed her large ass.

“Please...” she breathed on a soft moan, trying to keep herself from saying anything in case anyone heard them.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so slick and hot.” He pounded her even harder.

“Oh!”

“That's it, little librarian. Take my cock,” he bit through gritted teeth. “Take all of it. God, your hot little pussy feels fucking perfect sucking and squeezing my dick.”

Oh, Dear God. She was going to die before she came. It wasn’t fair. “Blake,” she mumbled. “Please!”

“Please what, beautiful?” he asked, his lips twisting into a flirty grin. “Please keep fucking you here? Where anyone can catch us? Or please make your hot little cunt milk my cock of my cum?”

She let out a breathy groan. “Please help me come. I can't take this much longer.”

“I can. Your pussy feels so good. So wet. So fucking perfect I can't wait for you to come around my dick.”

He squeezed her ass cheeks, tilting her hips so that he could reach even deeper.

“Come little librarian.” He lowered his head to brush his lips over hers. “Wet my dick with your pussy. You know you want to come.”

He placed kisses over the curve of her neck and jaw, grazing his lips over her like a gentle caress.

“Come,” he whispered in her ear. “Let go.”

Her body listened to his words as if he were some sort of magician. Just as he’d told her to, she felt the tension start to unravel inside her.

She gasped, rubbing her cheek on his much scruffier one and groaned. So close. She was so close and still too far.

Then he did something he hadn't done.

He plunged into her at an angle. Her body broke. The tension inside her shattered into a million pieces. She fought for air, clutching and gripping at his hair. He kissed her hard, drinking in the scream that left her lips without her consent.

And then he tensed. His thrusts slowed until he held stiff inside her while he came, filling her with his seed. There wasn’t time for her to catch her bearings. She was still trying to get her legs to function when he put her back down on her feet.