Page 11 of Obsessed and Naughty Mountain Man

Little gasps and whimpers escape my lips, scurrying around the silent library like mice.

“You taste fucking good.”

“Lucas.Lucas.Oh, baby…”

“Mmm.” He hums against my pussy lips. “Keep calling me that.”

He’s getting louder, growling as he tastes me and claws at my ass.

“Shh!You have to be quiet.” I drop my head against the spine of a cookbook. “Oh. My.God…”

“Look who’s talking.”

If I let him keep going, I’ll be squealing so loud that Mrs. Vasquez’s hearing aids will be sure to pick up the noise.

I manage to step down the ladder, prying his lips from between my thighs. I turn and throw my arms around him as he lifts my leg and brings his lips to mine. My back is against the shelf. Lucas grips me like he wants to lift me completely off the floor.

My panties are still pinned off to the side.

“Lucas,” I huff, staring into his wild blue eyes. “We can’t. Not here. God, I want to, but we have to wait until I’m off. We can go to my place…”

He shakes his head frantically, guiding my hand down his jeans. I gasp as his warm, hard cock fills my grip. The length of him pulses between my fingers, desperate to have me.

“I can’t wait, Luna. I want you now. You’re all I think about. You’re all I fucking want…”

“We have to stop,” I whisper even as I unbutton his jeans and tug them down his hips.

Lucas bites my lip softly, teasing a kiss. “I don’t want to stop…”

The top buttons on my shirt part ways.

Lucas’s cock grows harder in my grasp.

My leg hooks around him, allowing his fingers to toy with my clit.

“Lucas,” I huff, losing my fingers in his hair. “We can’t.”

He kisses my neck, my breasts, my lips.

I can smell that familiar campfire musk. It draws me in and crackles in my mind as our eyes meet and our lips buzz together.

“Are you sure?” he asks, pleading with his gaze.

I nod, brushing my nose against his. “Not here.”

We kiss, softly and then deeper.

Our tongues debate for us, but it’s not much of an argument.

I know what I’m about to do as soon as my heels hook around his waist.

Lucas pants as he pins me against the bookshelf, hands tightly gripping my thighs.

Again, he asks, “Are you sure?” as I pull his perfect cock from his boxers and shove his pants down to his ankles with my heels.

“I am now,” I gasp, guiding him into me. “You’re a bad influence…”

“I’ll be quiet—I promise.”

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