He led her to a secluded corner deep within the library and hoisted her up onto a reading desk. She spread her legs and her pleated wool skirt rose up her thighs. His lips curled voraciously when he saw her bare skin peaking out from underneath her skirt. She had honored his request and not worn panties to work. "Good girl," he whispered into her ear as he lightly stroked her bare skin with his index finger. She was desperate for his touch, craved it so intensely that her muscles ached, ready to buckle like a fractured dam. Preoccupation of their impending tryst left her struggling to keep her fluids from running down her leg. Finally she needn’t hold it any longer.
As he slid his finger into her, she let out a little moan. “Shhh...” he warned as he quietly unlatched his belt and slid his zipper down exposing himself. He grabbed her by the hips and slid her to the edge of the desk. When their flesh met an opaque dribble escaped him. “I won't last long,” he murmured with difficulty. “Me either," she moaned as he disappeared inside of her.
She held her breath, wrapped her legs around his waist, and rested her loafered-feet on his back as he gently rolled his pelvis purposefully so that she could feel every inch of him. She was intoxicated; afraid she might cry out in elation. Finally he’d made her the naughty librarian she’d become in her fantasies, adding one more secret to the arsenal that made her feel alive. She could feel him growing inside of her and she knew he was close to finishing. She squeezed him harder, then harder still, drawing his semen toward her just to have some part of him forever inside of her. “Ah!” He groaned softly. “You’re so good for such a bad girl, Atalise,” he whispered through clenched teeth, struggling to keep his voice down. Her body quivered uncontrollably throughout.
“Say it again,” she begged, her eyes never leaving his. Deep within the depths of his stormy gray pupils was a tempestuous soul, just like hers. But when they collided, their ferocity diffused. In these moments she felt at peace; she felt whole.
“You're. My. Bad. Girl.” He spoke rhythmically as he sunk himself deeper into her.
“Oh, Leo,” she purred, “please love me forever.” Instantly his pupils dilated and she felt his warmth pumping into her. Her eyes widened in fear as she bit her lip and shook her head. Knowing she was unraveling, ready to burst, he cupped his hand over her mouth, muffling her lustful roar, just as she threw her head back and let herself go.
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