The Librarian

She shook her head. “I…I can’t think.”

Damian sucked her nipple hard while his fingers teased the other. Jolts of desire bolted from her nipples to her pussy, and she could feel how soaked her panties were.

“You are so sexy,” he mumbled against her tits. “I fucking want you.”

Damian lowered himself to kneel on the floor and kissed the inside of her knee, just where the hem of her skirt sat. He shoved the material up and kissed her thighs, gripping her calf and fixing her heeled foot to his shoulder.

The position caused her legs to spread for him, and he continued to move his lips up her thighs, dragging the material until it bunched around her hips.

With zero patience, he hooked a finger under her panties and moved them aside, using them to tilt her hips forward toward his waiting tongue. He tasted her, savoring her desire.

Monique was moaning into her fist, the other now gripping Damian’s hair, all the while grinding her sweet, wet pussy into his mouth. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need more.”

Damian groaned, his mouth sucking on Monique’s clit, and the vibrations of his throat coaxed another bout of whimpering from her. He thrust two fingers into her channel, pumping her pussy while continuing his ministrations on her clit.

That was all it took for Monique’s frantic breathing to halt altogether. The fist in her mouth blocked her moans, but Damian felt her yanking his hair as she rode her orgasmic high on his tongue.

With one last leisurely lick, Damian kissed the inside of Monique’s calf and stood. He pulled the trembling fist from her mouth and kissed her lips, thrusting his tongue forward and growing even harder—if that were possible—at the thought of her tasting herself on his tongue.

“You taste delicious, Ms. M,” he said huskily, gripping her chin and keeping her lips parted.

“I want to taste you, too,” she replied, never breaking contact with him.

Once again, Damian smirked and tightened his grip on her chin, maneuvering her downward. It didn’t take much for her to sink to her knees willingly. She eyed the tent in the front of his slacks and watched wide-eyed as he unzipped them and took his cock out, pumping himself with a groan.

Monique bit her lip, leaning forward to lick the head as he stroked himself again. There was always, always, something erotic about watching a man pump his cock.

Maybe it was the way their erection pulsed toward her mouth, or maybe it was seeing how they owned their own body just the way they liked it. Whatever it was, it was sexy, but she knocked his hand away to take over.

She swirled her tongue around the head, using a hand to caress him, as he had done, while her other hand cupped his balls. With every bob of her head, she deepened her suck, filling her mouth more and more until she gagged.

Damian grunted, gathering her hair in his hands and subconsciously thrusting his hips. Her hot mouth was sinfully taking all of him, and when he felt her remove her hand from massaging his balls to play with her clit he drove even deeper, hitting the back of her throat.

They weren’t as quiet as they could’ve been, but thank goodness there wasn’t anyone close by because Damian couldn’t help the groan that escaped him when he looked down at Monique.

Her pouty lips were tightly bobbing up and down his shaft, her heavy breasts jiggling with the action as she twirled her hips over her fingers.

Damian tugged her hair, and Monique’s lips popped off his cock. She gasped sharply. “Goddamn that mouth of yours.”

Damian had barely finished his sentence when Monique ducked down again and began to suck on his balls. Her tongue darted out to reach as far back as she could to lick from his balls up his hard shaft, before swirling around the head.

Damian could barely hold on. He guided her up, wrapping his arms under her legs and lifting her up against the bookshelf once again. More books fell, and with a quick flick of his fingers to tear her panties to the side, he thrust deeply into her desperately hot pussy.

Monique cried out, and he silenced her with his lips. He kissed her as he pounded her hard. With every stab into her hot channel, he swallowed a moan from her.

Somehow, through the haze of their animalistic fucking, he heard footsteps coming their way. Without stopping, he leaned the two of them farther into the dark and slowed his thrusts.

Monique finally realized someone was nearby and tried to climb down from their compromising position with tits out, pussy glistening, and this man’s cock deliciously owning her.

“Put me down,” she squeaked when he refused to cooperate.

Damian bit her earlobe and drove deep into her again and again, achingly slow. “I thought you enjoyed the risk of getting caught, Ms. M,” he whispered devilishly as he pumped and swiveled his hips.

“Imagine the lucky person walked into this aisle and saw your pretty pussy on display.” Thrust. “To see our innocent, well-put-together librarian being fucked like a little slut” ~Thrust~.

“Would they see your juices running down my cock?” Thrust. “Would they get as horny as I am just thinking of how you look right now?” ~Thrust~.

The footsteps were growing softer and softer until they disappeared completely. With the coast clear, Damian couldn’t hold back anymore. He gripped her thighs tightly and fucked Monique like a wild man, both using the other’s lips to quiet their moans of ecstasy.

Damian leaned her against the bookshelf and slapped her ass cheek. The slap detonated Monique, and she climaxed so hard she couldn’t help but bite Damian’s lip.

Damian was a goner. Her pussy squeezed him tightly, and he growled out a warning, “I’m gonna fucking cum! Get on your knees.”

Damian dropped her legs, and Monique melted to the ground, mouth wide open. Damian harshly gasped as he pumped his cock one, two, three times and spurted right into Monique’s mouth. He tilted his head back as more ropes of cum shot out, some landing on her naked tits and the edges of her lips.

With a strained groan, he stumbled backward to the oddly sturdy bookshelf and watched as she swallowed, then licked away the flyaway cum from around her lips and rubbed the strands that had landed on her gorgeous tits around her nipples.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… You are goddamned sexy, Ms. M.” Damian grinned, still panting at how hard he’d cum.

Monique chuckled, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. “I still don’t know your name…”

“Damian.” He laughed.

Monique stood slowly, buttoning up her blouse but leaving an extra button undone, showcasing her cleavage. “Ah yes, I do remember you, Damian. You have a few overdue books.”

Damian knew this was a lie. He always visited the library, hoping to catch her behind the desk, and bringing books back often was his best excuse to keep returning.

“Well, sorry about that, Ms. M. You could always come back to my house and…uh, make sure you have everything you need from me.”

Monique licked her lips again. “I think I might just do that, Damian.”