Page 12 of Obsessed and Naughty Mountain Man

“You better. You better be…” My eye’s open wide as the head of Lucas’s cock finds me for the first time. “Oh, God. You better…”

Our foreheads press together. We share every breath.

“Luna,” he whispers.

I don’t want him to be quiet.

“Luna. Oh, baby. You feel perfect.”

I want to hear my name flying from his lips like it’s sprouted wings and can’t be contained.

“Oh, God. Luna.Luna…”

And as he thrusts into me and the bookshelf groans, I know I’ll break all the rules I hold dear just to feel this… to feelhim.

“Luna!”

“Shh!” I shove my hand over his mouth. “Quiet. Quiet. Oh,fuck…”

One of my heels hits the floor with a loud thud.

It doesn’t stop Lucas. We’re falling into a desperate rhythm. My body bounces, skirt bunched around my hips, tits completely out of my shirt.

I throw a hand back as he lifts my leg higher, clawing a book from the shelf before I finally find purchase. He wants to fuck me harder, I can tell, but we’ll be caught if he doesn’t calm down. I hope he knows how badly I want it harder, too.

My glasses slip off as I bounce. If they break when they hit the floor, so be it.

Taking his face in one hand, I hold his gaze and constrict my legs around his beefy body.

“Lucas,” I whisper, nodding slowly. “Shhh…Slower. Quiet.Don’t stop.”

He nods right back, kissing my lips anytime they’re within reach. His thrusts become deep, slow, and powerful. Each time his hips crash against me, I whimper and dig my fingers deeper into his curls.

We’re simply mouthing words now, refusing to speak these thoughts that want to explode and shatter the windows.

Your cock is perfect…

I love the way you feel…

Right there…

Oh, baby. Please…

I’m gonna…

Oh, Luna. I’m gonna—

“Mhm.” I hum onto his lips. “Cum inside of me.”

A high gasp pops from me as I feel him burst.

He buries his face in my neck, groaning as quietly as he can as he fills me.

My toes curl, one foot still heeled, the other bare behind his back.

Here in the library, tucked away in the quiet between cookbooks, Lucas whispers against my goose-pimpled flesh and pulses inside of me.

I don’t shush him.

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