Page 35 of Dark Encounter
She darted in between a row of bookshelves and headed toward the back of the library. I wasn't sure whether she was teasing me or truly scared. Both thoughts lit me up.
Tease.
The door to the conference center almost closed by the time I reached it, but I slipped my fingers in at the last minute and pulled the door open. She turned and walked into a room at the end of the hall. No windows. Good.
I opened the door and slipped into the room as she attacked, surprising me a little.
"I can't stop thinking about you, you sorry bastard." She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted, jumping and wrapping her legs around my waist.
"And here I thought you were in need of a good spanking for forgetting who you belong to." I reached back and locked the door as I cupped her ass and enjoyed the feeling of her lips all over my neck.
"I hate you." She lifted up and rolled her hips, massaging my cock with her soft body and promising me much more than I'd expected after setting her straight the night before.
"I know you do, kitten." I nipped at her lips and put her down. "Shirt and bra off. Get on the table on your back and spread your legs."
"You're so bossy." She walked to the table, pulling off her dark brown sweater and chucking her pretty pink bra at me. Her breasts were perfect, beautiful; her nipples budded hard.
"I'm in charge of you, Grace. Call it what you will." I dropped my jeans and walked toward her as I pulled my shirt over my head. "I wanted to read today, but you had to act up, didn't you?"
"You don't come here to read." She laid down, and her dark hair splayed all over the table. "You come here to see me."
I smirked and slid my hand down between her breasts, over her stomach, and into her panties. "Mighty cocky today, aren't we?" I pressed my fingers down into her heat, and she arched her back, whining a little.
"It's true." She said breathless and reached up to stroke me.
"Maybe." I climbed up on the table, holding myself up with one hand and fingering her tight pussy with the other. "Press your tits together and lower your chin. I want you mouth on me when I come."
Her panting was cute. She was scared. Again.
"What? I don't understand." She reached up and pressed her pretty tits together.
"I think you do." I pulled my hand from her panties for a minute to position my cock to press down through her pretty breasts and made sure to tug on each nipple as I pressed forward between her soft skin. "There we go. Such a good girl." I reached back to grip her face between my thighs and smiled down at her. "Lick anything that comes close to you, kitten."
Her eyes went wide as I pulled back and ran my balls over her mouth. She’s almost cute in her innocence.
"Erik," she mumbled and sucked one of my nuts into her mouth.
I groaned loudly and pressed my free hand back against the table as I fucked her chest nice and slow. Her teasing my balls had me on edge far too fast, but it was all part of the game.
After licking my fingers and getting them good and wet, I slid my hand back into her horrible looking slacks and cupped her mound, driving into her hard and fast.
She jerked on the table below me, her sweet moans filling up the room alongside the scent of her arousal. I breathed in deep and grunted as she scored the back of my thighs with her nails.
"I'm gonna come," she cried out.
I leaned farther forward and tugged her pants down, replacing my hand with my mouth and bringing her over the edge hard and fast. She wrapped her thighs around my head and cried out over and over, bringing me to life in ways I didn't know were possible.
"Please, stop." She pushed on the back of my leg, and I moved up, smiling like a tom-cat. She was beyond beautiful, and untapped by any other man but me. There was something beyond precious in realizing that.
"You play a good girl, but I'm not so sure I believe that lie." I leaned down to look at her from my hands and knees position as I hovered above her sloppy wet sex. "My turn."
"Anything you want." She reached up and grabbed my cock as I adjusted my hips and pressed it deep into her mouth. It only took a few strokes, and I was flying over the edge, stars bursting behind my closed eyelids. I let myself go and rocked against her as she drank me down, her lips so fucking soft, her tongue slapping against the head of my cock as I pulled out.
I was in love, and she was in danger.
After a few more seconds of letting her lick me clean, I rolled over and let out a long groan before looking for my clothes. "You're gonna be the death of me, woman. I swear to God."
"Me?" She sat up and turned, looking like an angel perched up on the conference room table. "You're the one that keeps showing up and stripping me down."
