Page 20 of Tempt Me

“Perception is how we view someone,” she answered, her proud, sassy attitude still there with her muted fear.

I loved seeing her this way. She wasn’t some mousy girl who cried in the face of danger. She was calculative, always trying to find a way out. She decided to play my game in this case while her eyes searched for an escape.

I growled, pushing her harder into the bookshelf, knocking dusty leather-bound knowledge folders on the ground. Dust plumed in our faces, and she coughed, but I just put my finger to my lips when another sound was heard.

This felt…warm.

The librarian. She was milling around this area, and her humming was in the distance. Fallon heard the worker, too, and she opened her mouth, rearing up to scream.

I wrapped my hand around Fallon’s plush little lips, slowly shaking my head when she glared and bucked under my weight. I smiled wide, pressing my knee under her skirt right to the center of her heat.

Her glare deepened as she gasped underneath my palm.

“You wanna scream, Little Voyeur? I will make you scream.” The promise in my gaze made her shake, finally understanding her reality.

I felt her soaking me through the material on my pants covering my knee, and the knowledge of her pussy drenched for me made me rock hard. I pressed my hard-on into her, rockingback and forth. More books fell, and that singing, fucking librarian moved closer.

Fallon whimpered underneath my hand, her breathing picking up with the pace of my grinding knee. I growled again, angry that my leg was what felt her heat, my hands having to hold her fucking still and keep her quiet.

I wanted to taste her cunt. I craved to watch it glisten and spill over for me. She was a thief to take that away. God, my dick was going to fall off because of these fucking pants and how tight they were, constricting my blood flow. It didn’t matter that I had fucked all those women before. Those were a shoddy substitute for what I really wanted…

Her.

I groaned in pleasure and pain, Fallon’s eyes beginning to roll in the back of her head. Glancing at one of the books on the ground, I noticed it was a bible. No wonder it was dusty. We were in the ‘Faith and Religion’ section of the library.

It was never used despite this college being a faith-based university.

The irony was that all these ‘good little rule followers’ never bothered to learn about the one they worshiped.

I wanted to learn, Fallon…learn everything there was to know about her and worship her fucking flesh like the gods of these forgotten books.

She didn’t look very godly, though. Her plaid skirt hiked around my knee, her stockings all tugged and unrolled, her strawberry lemon hair swirled against the shelf in disarray, and her eyes looked like a demon-possessed.

My god, she was beautiful. The most tempting damnation as she came on my leg.

Tempt me, baby.

I would gladly walk through hell for a single taste of that cunt.

“I may not be a god,” I said to her, the dazed expression on her face sexy as hell, standing up to my full height and slamming her in front of me on her knees. “But you will fucking pray, Little Voyeur. Pray now that I don’t suffocate you.”

She gasped and started to speak, but I pulled my belt free, wrapped it around her neck, and pulled her into me, my pants falling down and my cock springing free from the goddamn dress pants that were worse than a prison.

Her mouth on my head made me want to explode right then, but when she took an experimental taste, I could feel the precome bead on her lips.

“Fuck you,” she said her tone barely a whisper.

“Gladly,” I replied, pulling harder on the belt so she was forced to throat my thick cock.

Her gagging made me nearly come, and I let go of the belt. The fucking buckle clacked on the floor like a gunshot in the quiet library, and I cursed when the spell over Fallon was visibly broken.

The gasp of the librarian a few shelves over, and the sound of her scurrying closer made me curse harder. Fallon used my scrambling to get my shit together to bolt away from me, taking off behind the shelves.

“Fucking hell, woman.”

Now, I felt like an absolute moron trapped in the very net I set. The librarian’s shuffling grew loud, and I plopped down on the ground, grabbing a fallen book and placing it over my dick, barely hiding it.

The lady finally came around the corner. Just in time for me to press my back against the shelf and look down at the random words on the page, my mess of precome soiling the pages hidden behind the leather bindings.

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