“He doesn’t have to know,” I tell her “As long as you do what you’re told.”
I bring my hand slowly up to her neck, and an excited smile flashes across her face as she reaches down and lifts up her rash guard. I briefly let go as she pulls it over her head, revealing a peach-colored bikini top underneath. Her breasts rise well off her chest, the curves of her smooth, olive skin looking like hills in front of me, and her hard nipples poke through the fabric. My mouth is so dry. I want to taste her everywhere.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Now take off the other top.”
She sucks in a quick breath, and she looks up, holding my eyes as she timidly reaches behind her neck and pulls the string in one long, fluid motion.
The straps fall loose at her side, and I come up, slowly peeling off one triangle of fabric, exposing her pretty flesh.
Christ. More than a solid handful.
She pulls away the other triangle, and I stare in awe at her. So stunning. And not even her body so much as they way she plays me, saying just the right thing to drive me insane and make me angry, turned on, possessive…
She suddenly brings up her arms, covering herself.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
She slowly lowers her arms, exposing her skin for me again.
“How long do you want to look at them?” she asks shyly.
I slip my hand back into her bottoms and slide my two fingers deep inside her again.
“Until you come,” I answer, pumping her and watching her tits bounce as her body sways back and forth.
She squeezes her eyes shut, moaning.
“You like it?” I taunt.
“Yeah.”
“Tell me.”
“I like it!” she cries out.
Her nipple stands up like a point, and I can’t take my eyes off her as I fuck her and kiss her lips.
“Come on, Rocks. Buy my silence,” I growl as she rolls her ass against me, dry-fucking my dick as I finger her. “Spread those legs and come on my fingers, and I won’t tell everyone you’re the little shit writing on the walls.”
She rests her head on my shoulder and reaches back with one hand, holding the back of my neck as she fucks my hand. Something builds low in my stomach, and the friction of her rubbing against my cock sends need rolling through me as we go harder and harder. Her tits are bouncing rough and fast, and I watch them, imagining my dick inside of her, fucking her.
“Don’t tell anyone. Please?” she begs, thrusting against me.
The blood rushes to my cock, and I feel cum drip out of my tip. Fuck, I need to be inside of her.
“Just a little more, baby,” I urge. “How good are you willing to give it to me to keep me quiet? Huh?”
“Ah,” she whimpers. “Yeah, whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?”
She nods frantically, crying out. “Yes!” She moves faster and faster, chasing her orgasm, and then finally throws her head back and stills, moaning and shivering as she comes. “Oh, God!”
I push my fingers deep inside her, rubbing her spot and feeling her body’s little convulsions as the orgasm works through her.
She breathes hard and fast, her body tense, and my cock is hard and ready to go, aching in my jeans. I wouldn’t want to screw her for the first time in a library, but I didn’t expect to get myself this worked up, either.
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