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She fucking ached.

She could be a porn star. It was that starched white shirt collar that made me want to consume her. Just like when I first saw her in the vet’s office, I wanted to make her filthy.

“You ache?” I asked, my voice a deep growl. My dick was staying in my pants. It had to. No way could I let it out like it wanted because… fuck, I’d destroy her.

“Yes.”

“Your pussy needs to be fucked?” I worked her pants open, then pushed them down her hips.

She nodded and I ran my fingers along the top edge of her panties. Red lace.

FUCK! Total cock tease. The little librarian wore fuck-me red panties.

“Not tonight,” I said, as much to my dick as to her. “Not here.”

She whimpered, but this time it was from being told no. Turning my wrist, I slid my hand down the front of her panties, felt the soft curls there before her heat. Her sopping wet center.

She wasn’t passive. In fact, the second my fingertips brushed over her pussy, she grabbed my wrist. Not to pull it away, but to direct me.

I couldn’t help but grin.

“More?”

“Yes.”

“Like this?”

“Yes!”

“Two fingers?”

“Oh yeessss.”

A hip roll and a moan and I wasn’t sure I was going to survive this.

Her pussy was so hot. So tight. So wet and needy. And she was responsive as hell. And liked my dirty talk. She wanted filthy? I’d give it to her.

My hand stilled with my fingers only halfway inside her. Her walls clamped around them and she held onto my wrist like a pommel on a horse. “Daniel,” she said, looking up at me.

“Ride my fingers and come like a good girl.”

She clenched around me again. “I don’t–”

“Lower yourself. Yes, now up. Good, rub that hard little clit… yes, right there. Oh, look at you go. Fucking yourself on my fingers.”

Holy shit, she was working so hard for it, using me like she used her toys to get herself off. Sure, it was a little clumsy at first, which made me wonder how much of a virgin she was. She found her rhythm, what she needed to do to get off.

“I’m almost–” She bit her lip and rocked some more. Then lifted, dropped hard.

“My dick’s so much bigger than these two fingers,” I murmured, kissing down the side of her neck. She was fully dressed except for her pants open. I wanted to see her tits bounce, to know if that short thatch of pussy hair was the same glorious red as on her head. “It’ll get so much deeper when I–”

She came, her body going taut, then milking me and my dick was weeping with the need to feel those strong pulls all around it.

I was in big trouble here.

Big. Bigger than her favorite vibrator.

When her pleasure finally waned, I slipped my hand from her panties and licked them. “Let’s get out of here. I’m not remotely done with you.”

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