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My heart sinks a little, but the feeling of him inside me has dulled my inhibitions, making it hard to think. What if I get some of the books wet and damage them? How could we possibly explain that one?
“The books,” I gasp, as he buries his fingers as deep as they’ll go. His thumb finds my swollen nub, making me jolt, and slowly begins to spin in circles around it. “The maps. What if we mess them up?”
He laughs, moving his mouth back up to my neck, and answers softly in my ear. “Ruin them, Irissa. I don’t fucking care.”
At his words, a swell of heat pools in my belly, drawing my climax closer. Something about the way he talks to me, the certainty in his gruff voice, when any part of him is buried inside me, begs me to shatter apart. I want to listen. I want to follow his orders. I want to ruin everything like he’s ruining me.
He presses a third finger into me until I wince at the girth and pumps them steadily while tracing tight circles on my clit with his thumb. I squeeze my eyes shut, sinking down into the warmth gathered in my middle as my knees get shaky. A few more seconds and my climax grips me, every muscle in my body tightening as the pleasure rocks my core. I press my lips between my teeth in an attempt to stifle my whimper as Nor pounds his fingers into me relentlessly, only stopping once the tension in my body eases.
I open my eyes in time to watch him drag his drenched fingertips to his lips and suck off the juices. Even though he’s done it before, it still catches me off guard, and I swallow hard.Gods why is this man so sexy?
He rises to tower over me, and the massive bulge in the front of his pants brushes my torso. I know before my glance down that his swollen cock is begging to be set free, and I’m unable to tear my eyes away from it.
“Do you want it?” he asks, tilting my head up with two fingers under my chin. His amber eyes are darkened with lust, and he’s wearing a smirk.
“Yes,” I whisper, my fingers already itching to wrap themselves around his throbbing shaft. His own orgasm is long overdue, and I refuse to leave this library until he comes in me or on me. It only seems fair.
Without breaking eye contact he kicks off his shoes and knocks them out of the way. He unfastens his pants, shimmying them down to his ankles before discarding them as well. When he strips off his boxers, his cock bobs into place, pointing straight at me.
A jerk of his head beckons for me to follow him as he crosses to one of the undisturbed chairs and takes a seat. I know what he’s wanting, but I refuse to advance. I merely stand there looking at him until his brows lower over his eyes.
“Get on your knees, Irissa,” he says firmly, making the pussy throb twice as fast.
I oblige, sinking to my knees between his thighs and taking his enormous dick in my hands. He grunts in approval as I slide them up to the head, slicking them with the precum beading there, and move them back down again. I find a steady rhythm, smiling at the way his head falls back as I work my hands on him.
It’s fascinating how the gentlest touch can bring this beast to his knees, and I love being the one to have this effect on him.
“Faster,” he groans, rolling his hips up to meet my stroke.
My clit pulses, needy for attention, but I keep pumping my hands over him a little faster than before. Without his direction, I lean forward and slide my mouth over his head, dancing my tongue around the ridge. He grips the arm of the chair, squeezing so hard that the wood groans in protest.
“Fuck…Irissa…”
His choked words send vibrating waves through my core, and my pussy clenches tight at the sound. I need something inside me so I can enjoy pleasuring him even more. If I could adequately stroke him with one hand, I’d touch myself with the other and have us climaxing together. However, from where I’m sitting, it isn’t feasible.
I continue to stroke him, my mouth sliding further over his head until he’s at the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he hisses, bucking his hips upward, even though his cock has nowhere else to go in my throat. Before I can adjust myself or attempt to go deeper, he’s easing himself out of my mouth and pulling me up into his lap. “Come here.”
He pulls me in to kiss him as I straddle him the best I can. Because there’s no room between him and the arms of the chair, my shins are flat against his thighs and his engorged shaft is pressing up against ass. His hands slide down my back and grab my ass cheeks, pulling me down against his swollen cock as he rolls his hips up against me.
His hardness against me makes my whole body tingle, and I grind my hips forward and back to tease the length of him. I’m nervous to attempt what comes next, but the inferno burning me up won’t let me stop.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he warns, squeezing my ass firmly. He lifts me up so that I’m higher on my knees, and my stomach pitches nervously toward the floor. “You’re going to get off on my dick before I fill you with my cum.”
My core clenches in anticipation, and I fight to relax as he reaches between us and drags the head of his cock closer. He poises it at my opening, sliding his hand up and down the shaft until my pussy is coated in a fresh coat of precum.
“Tell me that you want it.” He adjusts his hips just enough to apply pressure against me with the tip of him, which only fuels my eagerness. I shift down, attempting to lead him inside, but he holds me just out of reach. “Not until you tell me. How badly do you want it, Irissa?”
I groan, my stomach knotting in desperation. The need to have him inside me is liquid fire burning through me, and every second that passes only makes it grow hotter.
“Badly, Nor. Please,” I whine, trying to sink my hips lower again. Still, he doesn’t let me budge.
“Please, what?”
He’s toying with me, and even though it’s infuriating and I want to hit him, a tiny part of me enjoys it. Being told what to do, being made to beg. It’s something I’d never entertain anywhere other than here, with him, and it’s enthralling. Something about it makes fucking him more alluring. More naughty.
“Please, fuck me,” I plead, succumbing to the pulsing need beating through me. I can’t endure the denial anymore, and I’m willing to do or say whatever it takes to end the suffering. “I need to feel you inside me.Now.”
