Page 88 of My So-Called Perfect Life
Her eyes twinkle, and she brings a finger to her lips. “Shh, Mr. Cohen. There’s no talking in the library.”
My cock twitches, pressing harder against my zipper. “In case you aren’t aware, Miss Jacobs, I’m not big on following the rules.”
She steps closer, her hips swaying in promise of naughty things to come. “You look like a bad boy, Mr. Cohen.”
“Oh, I am,” I say as I put a hand on her hip and pull her luscious body against me. “So, so bad.”
My hands wrap around the delicate skin of her neck. Then, I cup her jaw as I press my lips against hers, hard. Every fiber of my being is enthralled with this woman. Our chemistry is off the charts, and no matter how many times I have her, it’s never enough. I don’t know if there will ever be a point when I can get enough of her without consuming her.
Her eyes flutter open as I pull away, her lipstick askew and her lips swollen from mine.
“I want you so bad.”
Her hand comes up, and her fingers glide across my cheek. “Then, take me.”
“Oh, I’m going to own you.”
She moans and rolls her head to the side, giving me her neck, which is her hot spot. She melts for me with just a few kisses on her silky skin. I press her against the wall and move my lips down her neck to her collarbone. The scent of vanilla fills my nose as I lick down her chest to her cleavage.
My cock screams for attention, so I grind it on her hip, letting her feel my arousal for her. My heart hammers in my chest in anticipation as her breaths turn shallow.
Pulling down the lace covering her breast, I lick a circle around her nipple before sucking it between my teeth, gently biting down.
Her voice drips with need. “Ryan.”
I shift my focus to her other breast, repeating the same motion, lavishing this nipple with just as much attention.
Her small hand slips down between us, finding my swollen cock. She squeezes and then unzips my fly, maneuvering her hand inside. She grips me through my boxers before dropping to her knees between us.
She looks up from her spot on the floor, and I could come just from the sight.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Popping the button, she yanks down my jeans and then my boxers.
Her skin is warm on my shaft as she pumps it. One, two, three times before slipping it between her red lips. Her tongue feels incredible as she glides up and down my length, making sure she flicks the barbell underneath the head.
My balls draw up as the pleasure shoots through my cock, her tongue working me up and down in the perfect rhythm.
“Danielle,” I practically growl.
As she looks up at me, her lips almost at the base of my length, I have to control the urge to spill down her throat. She’s a minx. A vixen. A siren. She calls to the recesses of my soul.
I pull my hips back and fill her mouth a few times before I jerk away. A second longer, and I would’ve come right there, unloading on her tongue.
“Bedroom now, Miss Jacobs,” I command, pointing to my door.
She scurries up, her tits still gloriously out and on display, and heads toward the door.
Inside the bedroom, she stands next to the bed, her eyes filled with lust and her lipstick smeared from my cock.
“Take it all off,” I order. “Slowly. Piece by piece.”
My own personal librarian striptease.
I work my own buttons as she removes her skirt first. The sight of her garters underneath sends all remaining blood in my body directly to my dick. The tip gleams with proof of my desire. This woman could bring me to my knees if I’m not careful.
She smirks as if she can read my mind while undoing her own buttons. I toss my shirt to the floor at about the same time she finishes with hers.
