James’s P. O. V.
I grip her throat and pin her to the shelves as I unfasten my jeans with my free hand. “Today, you’ll only remember one man, and that’s me.”
My body is on fire, and my dick is as hard as rock. Right now, all I want is to bury myself deep inside her and claim her as mine. Ever since she told me she had sex with someone else in the library, I’ve been dying to erase that memory from her mind.
She belongs to me. Only me, and today I’m going to engrave that in her mind.
As I push my jeans and boxers down, her eyes drop to my hard length, and she instinctively presses her thighs together.
Not for long.
Gripping her thighs, I lift her effortlessly and wrap her legs around my waist. I rub my cock against her dripping wetness, teasing her, watching her eyes flutter shut as she moans in frustration.
“I can’t wait anymore.” She wraps her arms around my neck. It’s so satisfying to know that she’s as desperate as I am.
I let out a dark chuckle. “So my dirty little girl wants to be fucked by her father’s friend in the library.”
She nods frantically, eyes wide with need. “Yes… please, Mr. Luther,” she begs breathlessly.
Again “Mr. Luther”! It sounds so formal. I want her to scream my first name when I fuck her hard.
“Call me James, Selena,” I demand, rubbing myself against her vigorously. “Call me by my first name.”
Her lips tremble before she whispers, “James, I need you. Please fuck me like no one else before.”
The sound of my name on her lips sends a surge of satisfaction through me.
“Fuck,” I groan, smirking. “My name sounds so fucking 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.”
I crash my lips against hers, swallowing her moans as she grinds against me, her desperation driving me insane.
“You’re mine, Selena. Mine alone,” With a deep growl, I finally thrust into her, filling her completely.
Fuck! It feels so damn good. The warmth and the tightness of her pussy are incredible.
She gasps, digging her nails into my shoulders. I pull back slightly to look at her, to see her facial expression. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her lips parted. I can see everything-the pleasure, the desire, the way she surrenders to me completely.
“Open your eyes,” I command as my fingers tighten around her waist. “Look at me. Watch how I’m making you mine.”
She obeys. Her blue captivating eyes lock onto mine, full of need. Fuck, she looks beautiful like this-completely at my mercy.
“You’re so fucking tight. The way your pussy wraps around me… no one’s ever done this to me.” I grip her buttocks tightly, holding her steady as I roll my hips, burying myself even deeper inside her. A broken moan escapes her lips, bringing a smug smile to my face.
I pull out of her, leaving only the tip of my dick inside before thrusting back in with full force. As I repeat the process over and over, our groans and moans fill the quiet library.
I increase my pace, suppressing her screams by shutting her mouth with my hands. I’m getting rougher and going deeper with every thrust. The shelves rattle violently and books tumble to the floor around us, but I don’t give a damn. The only thing that matters is her-her moans, her body, the way her walls wrap my dick like she was made for me.
“Your pussy is mine, Selena.” I give a hard shot while saying this.
The way her walls clench me and her legs tremble against me, I know she is close. Removing my hands from her mouth, I give her hard thrusts with my every word, “Who. Does. This pussy. Belong to?”
“Fuck… You, James!” She screams, coming hard.
The sound of her pleasure, the way she comes undone in my arms, is my undoing. With one last powerful thrust, I bury myself deep and explode, groaning.
We both glance down and watch as our cum mixes and drips onto the floor.
Damn! It feels… satisfying. It’s the best sex of my life. Although I feel completely satisfied, I still yearn for more.
As she stands on her feet again, I hold her against me as we both catch our breath, my forehead resting against hers. Clasping her face gently, I press my lips on her forehead, feeling so grateful to finally find someone who makes me feel like this. I feel alive and complete with this woman.
Without a warning, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the wooden table in the centre of the library. I lay her down on it, keeping my intense gaze fixed on her. Her skin is flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, but I’m not done with her yet.
“You think this is over?” I lean in, roaming my hands over her tempting body. She’s completely under my control, just the way I want her. I pull her dress down from the top, exposing her perfect tits. The sight is enough to make me hard for her again.
She shakes her head, breathless. “Of course not. I know it’s just the beginning.” She pushes herself up, bracing her forearms against the mattress, lifting her upper body as she asks, “Am I right?”
Fuck! This woman is my death. I want her in my life forever. Everything about her drives me insane-her boldness, her mischievous smile, the way she breathes, the way she walks, the way she talks-fucking everything.
I answer, “Absolutely. Because today I’m going to fuck you in every damn corner of this library.”
I suck and flick my tongue over her hard nipple while my hand massages her other breast. Her body arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she moans my name. Fuck. The sound is enough to drive me insane.
Raising my head, I meet her gaze, my hand still squeezing her soft assets. “They must have only fucked you between the shelves, but I’ll fuck you in every damn corner of this library, Little Miss.”
After stepping between her legs, I grip her waist and pull her to the edge of the table. I lift her legs onto my shoulder and tease her entrance with my cock, rubbing against her wetness. Her lips part in anticipation. She’s again so desperate for me.
Amazing!
I enter deep into her again, causing her to scream, scratching the table, and throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Fuck. She’s tight, warm, perfect-made for me. I pound into her again and again, gripping her ankles tightly.
I can’t take my eyes off her-how the hell does she look this beautiful when she’s falling apart beneath me?
No one would ever guess I’m almost forty-not with the way I’m fucking her right now, not with the way her body responds to me so completely. No boy her age could fuck her like this. She knows it.
The once-quiet library fills with the sound of our breathy moans and the rhythmic creaking of the wooden table beneath us.
And I don’t stop at the table. I keep my promise. I fuck her in every corner of the library. Pressing her knees to her chest, I take her on the floor between the shelves, her fingers digging into my back. I bend her over the study table and pound into her from behind, gripping her hips, spanking her, and watching how my dick fills her. She rides me on the reading chair, her legs wrapped around me and moaning into my neck.
I press her against the wall, one hand tangled in her hair, the other holding her close like I’ll never let go. I fuck her mouth under the stairwell as she kneels before me. After lifting her onto my shoulder, I carry her to the desk in the private office and devour her honeypot over scattered papers as she clenches my face between her thighs. I even bend her over the ladder in the back, watching her lose herself with every thrust.
Seriously, I want to be burned into her memory-into her skin-so she never forgets who she belongs to.
***
When we step out of the library, I keep her hand firmly in mine. She looks satisfied, but exhausted.
“Now, whenever you enter this library, you’ll only think about me,” I smirk at her.
“Yes, I’ll only think about you, Mr Luther.” I frown as she again calls me ‘Mr Luther’, so she immediately corrects herself, “James.”
I smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Good girl.”
She smiles back. The beautiful smile which always steals my heart.
As we walk towards my car parked far away from college, she utters, “James, I want to tell you something.”
“What?”
“There are more places in college where I-”
I don’t let her finish.
The moment those words leave her lips, grabbing her hand, I pull her to a stop and turn her to face me. My jaw clenches, and my body burns with possessiveness.
More places?
My fingers tighten around her chin. Her blue eyes flicker with mischief.
Doesn’t she understand what she’s doing to me?
“More places, huh? Where else, Selena?” I ask in a dangerous tone, leaning closer to her face.
“The classroom,” she answers in a low voice, her breath becoming heavy because of my proximity. I exhale sharply, my grip tightening. “And the terrace,” she adds, biting her lip.
What the fuck! Has she left a single spot in college?
But no worries, now I’m not going to leave any part of the college where I haven’t fucked her.
“So where would you like to be fucked first, little miss? Classroom or terrace?” I ask, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.