Selena’s P. O. V.
The next day, after my last class, Mr Luther calls me and says, “Can you come and meet me in your college library, Selena?”
My eyes widen in shock. What? Is he really in the college?
“You’re in the library? Why?”
“You know why, Selena. Don’t be innocent.” I can feel the possessive tone in his voice. “Just come here. Fast.” He ends the call before I can say something.
Does he come here because yesterday I told him about my past sex encounter in the library? I didn’t think that he would actually show up here because of that.
“Fuck! He’s crazy,” I mutter, shaking my head, but I can’t stop smiling.
My heartbeat fastens as I wonder what he’s planning to do. Will he have sex with me there? Only the thought of Mr Luther fucking me sends a twitch between my thighs and I press them together.
Fuck! I can’t believe Mr Luther is going to fuck me.
I rush to the library, my cheeks red. The anticipation of feeling him deep inside me is driving me crazy. I haven’t even reached him yet, and he hasn’t even touched me, but I’m already wet for him. God! What does this man do to me?
I step inside the library with my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes sweep the empty library, searching for him, and then-there he is.
James Luther.
He stands near one of the wooden tables, leaning against it casually. His white shirt is slightly unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his toned forearms. His black tie hangs undone around his neck, and his fitted trousers only emphasize his strong build. One of his hands is tucked into his pocket, while the other rests against his jaw, fingers lightly grazing his lips as if lost in thought.
Damn! He looks utterly sinful. And the way his intense gaze locks onto me the second I step in?
I forget how to breathe.
“Lock the door.” He orders in his sexy, deep voice, taking my breath away from me.
I immediately turn around and slide the lock into place. But I wonder why the library is empty today? Of course, he made that happen. He is James Luther. He can do anything.
As I turn around, he says, “Come here.”
It’s not a request-it’s an order.
My feet move on their own, drawn to him like a magnet. By the time I reach him, my breathing is heavy, my body thrumming with anticipation.
He lifts his hand and strokes my cheek before trailing down to my jaw and tilting my face up to meet his eyes.
“Where?” he asks, his voice laced with possessiveness.
I know what he’s asking. Where did it happen? Where did I let another man touch me and fuck me?
I bite my lower lip, and his intense eyes are fixed on me.
After lifting my hand, I point toward the shelves tucked away in the farthest corner of the library.
His jaw clenches and his eyes flash with something unreadable before he grabs my wrist and leads me toward those shelves. His grip on my wrist is firm and possessive, as if he’s claiming me with just his touch.
When we reach the spot, he stops and turns to face me. His tall frame towers over mine and his dark eyes lock onto mine with raw intensity.
“From now on, when you come to this library, you won’t think about anyone else. You’ll only think about me.” As he leans in, his warm breath caresses my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Because now, I’m going to erase every fucking memory of them and engrave in your mind who you belong to.”
I’m not sure what makes me wetter-his presence or his words. God! My pussy is literally throbbing to feel him inside me.
He suddenly grips my waist and pushes me back against the shelves, causing me to gasp. As his body cages me in, I fix my eyes on him, my heart racing and my chest rising and falling.
His one hand slides up my neck, and grabbing it, he crashes his lips against mine.
It’s not just a kiss. It’s possession.
His mouth moves against mine with profound hunger, and his hands grip my waist and neck as if daring me to belong to anyone else. I gasp into his lips, and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue claiming me in a way that has my knees going weak.
I melt into him, my fingers grasping his undone tie and tugging him even deeper into the kiss. His tongue sweeps against mine, demanding, dominating, leaving no room for doubt that this man wants to own me completely-my mind, my body, and my soul.
And God help me, I want to let him.
His fingers find the hem of my yellow dress and slip underneath, caressing my thighs, and making my body shiver. In one swift motion, he pulls my panties down, and his lips trail kisses along my shoulder as he slides the strap of my dress off.
He pins me to the shelves by my neck with one hand while his other hand unfastens his jeans. His dark eyes burn into mine, filled with hunger and a promise to make me his.
“Today, you’ll only remember one man and that’s me,” He speaks in a husky, possessive voice as he pulls down his jeans and boxers. My eyes fall on his thick dick, and I press my thighs together.
God! Finally, he’s about to enter me, and I’ve never felt this way with anyone before-the way I’m feeling with him now.
His possessiveness, his dark gaze, his touch, and his presence evoke something deep within me, a connection so profound that I yearn to have him inside me. I’ve forgotten all about those random library encounters. I’m certain that now, whenever I enter the library, the first thing that will come to mind is him.
He grabs my thighs before lifting me effortlessly and wrapping my legs around his waist. His hard length rubs against my wetness, teasing me, and I moan in frustration.
“Mr Luther, I can’t wait anymore.” I plead as I wrap my arms around his neck, grinding against him faster.
I’m dying to feel his thick dick filling me and stretching me.
“So my dirty little girl wants to be fucked by her father’s friend in the library,” he teases, grabbing my buttocks and rubbing me against him vigorously, driving me crazy.
His dirty words make the atmosphere even more intense. And I don’t care that he’s my father’s friend-all I want right now is for him to fuck me.
“Yes… please, Mr Luther,” I respond, moaning.
“Call me James, Selena. Call me by my first name,” he demands, gazing at me with pure longing in his eyes.
“James, I need you. Please fuck me like no one else before,” as I beg, a smile of satisfaction spreads across his face.
“Fuck! My name sounds so sexy in your voice. And I’m really going to fuck you like no one else before, making you moan my name to the loudest.” He captures my lips again in a passionate kiss, cupping my face. I grind against him in desperation as I kiss him back with equal intensity, grasping his hair.
“You’re mine, Selena. Mine alone.” With a deep groan and digging his nails into my buttocks, he thrusts into me, filling me. I gasp, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation.
Damn! I’ve never felt so connected and complete in my life. It truly feels like we’re two halves of one. It feels amazing. The wait was absolutely worth it. He feels so fucking good inside me.