Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
"I..." she stutters. "My mom is sick. Okay? That's why I've needed the extra money, the extra time. She's sick, and I was spending time with her."
Guilt slices through me. "Why didn't you just fucking tell me that?"
"It's none of your business, and I don't want your pity!”
"My pity. You think I’ve been fucking you out of pity?"
There's distance in her eyes now, and I don’t want it. I grasp her chin with my free hand and keep her eyes locked on me. While she's staring into me, I slip her panties to the side and delve two fingers straight into her waiting heat.
She hisses, and her eyes close.
"No, wallflower, open them. Look at me. Now."
The snap in my voice makes her open again, and she stares at me. "I want you to watch me while I make you come. So you know it isn't pity I see when I look at you."
"Someone might see us," she whispers.
I shake my head. "Don't worry about anyone else here. Trust me to take care of you. Keep your eyes on mine and stay quiet so no one else notices."
She nods her head, and I smile while curling my fingers inside her. "Good girl."
When I gently start pumping two fingers in and out of her, she bites her lip hard but keeps her eyes on mine like I’ve ordered. It's addicting to see this beautiful, intelligent woman succumb to the haze of lust just like the rest of us mere mortals. By the time I'm finished with her, she'll beg me to give her what she needs.
I lick my lips, drawing her gaze down, and then she remembers and snaps her eyes back to mine. The smile that curls my lips is genuine, and she jolts as if I'd stunned her.
"Stay still, flower." She shudders against me. “Do you trust me?” The look in her lustful gaze bleeds on the line of uncertainty, and I can’t blame her. I hardly trust myself, but I’ve never hurt her or let someone else hurt her. “Slouch down in your seat so your ass is on the edge of the chair.” She wiggles, inching forward, and I feel her thighs parting wider, giving me more access. Keeping my eyes trained on her face, I slowly insert a third finger and watch for any discomfort. "How much can you take like this? How much before you're coming and squeezing my fingers tight?"
Her entire body shudders, and the lustful haze fills her eyes. "I don't know..."
I pump my fingers a little deeper and love how she feels. So warm and wet. I'm hard, my dick pressing against the fly of my jeans, but this is for her, both a punishment and a demonstration. She wants me badly enough that she’s willing to let me defile her in her precious library, while risking getting caught with my fingers inside her.
I move them faster and watch her squirm in the seat. "Careful, or you'll give us away."
She only shakes her head, her lust-filled gaze firmly on my eyes. I wonder what she sees there. No, it's probably better if I don't know the answer.
"Should I add another? Do you think you can take my entire hand?” She’s more than aroused. My fingers are wet and slippery as they slide inside her again and again. Her pussy stretches around my finger, and I give her a grin and shift my hand enough that I fit my pinky inside along with my three main fingers. She tenses at the intrusion, and I move slow enough that she can adjust to the extra width. I definitely don't have small hands, so I can only imagine how it feels.
I lean in close so our mouths almost hover against each other. "How's that?"
She huffs, her chest heaving as she speaks brokenly against my lips. "You're only asking to tease me. It's not like you'll stop if I tell you it's too much."
Would I? I don’t know. When it comes to her, there doesn’t appear to be a rule, limit, or boundary I won’t cross.
"You're right, flower, but for that sass, guess what? Let's see if you can take my whole hand up that pretty little pussy."
Another gulp, another flutter of her lashes, another thump of my heart as I watch her like this. It's the way she takes me, the way she pushes—it means nothing but a little challenge and a little fun. I move my fingers faster, pushing her closer to the edge. I twist my fingers together and add my thumb, slowly easing them all inside her. It’s slow work and takes a bit of patience as she squirms and folds her lips together to keep from making a sound. Next time I do this, it’s going to be in one of our beds so I can hear her moan and say my name.