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“Respect you?” I scoffed at the dull aching in my ass. Even like this, I couldn’t help but annoy him. It just made the sex feel even hotter when he was riled up. There was that unmistakable sound of his shorts hitting the hardwood floor, followed by the heavy press of his cock against me. Thick, hard, and already slick with precum, it nudged against my aching slit, dragging through my wetness, coating him in everything he’d worked me up into. “Elder, my ah—” Before I could finish my insult, Kyler thrust into me with one sharp, powerful stroke. My scream cracked into a groan, loud and shameless, and the shelves rattled with the force of him filling me.

“Oh my god—Kyler!”

I could feel him smirk against my shoulder, even though I couldn’t see it now, I knew it was smug. “That’s right, slut, I am your god. And don’t you forget it.” Every thrust was punishing, his hips snapping against me, forcing me further against the shelf until I was bracing myself to keep from being knocked over. My fingers curled around the wood so tightly that I thought I’d break my newly manicured nails.

“Sorry Princess, I didn’t bring a condom with me. I didn’t expect to walk in on you looking like a slutty nerd in those shorts and a tank top.” Even though he was trying to be considerate, Kyler just had a way of pissing me off with his words.

“F-fuck you.” I bit back a moan as I drew in a sharp breath. “Besides, I’m on the pill,” I assured him. I liked it better raw anyway. I’ve always hated having to use a condom, that shit wasn’t as comfortable as you’d think, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t use one, because the pill wasn’t always certain to stop anything. Especially if you plan on fucking someone who has STIs.

I was safe with Kyler though. He didn’t have shit like that.

“You were right, Princess.” his teeth sank into my right shoulder, biting down on it before kissing to soothe the pain. He had his left hand gripping my neck, while the other found purchase on my hip, forcing me to arch my back for him. “Library sex is amazing. Maybe I should visit the library more often.”

“Like hell you will. T-this is a—ahhh—one time thing!” I shot back, my words broken with every thrust of his cock spearing me deeper.

“That’s what you said the last time, baby. Now look at you.” he snapped, voice low and rough, dripping with control. “Admit it, you like being my little fucktoy, don’t you, Lisa?”

His hand that was around my throat slid down my body to my boob, pinching and teasing my hardened nipple through the thin fabric of my tank top which earned him a strangled moan from my throat. My body was on fire, every nerve lit up, overwhelmed and addicted to his roughness.

“Say it, Lisa,” he demanded, pounding into me harder, making my tits bounce against the shelf. “Say you’ll show me some respect.” his teeth grazed the shell of my ear as he pinched my nipple even harder.

Oh god, if only my parents could see me right now. Begin fucked senseless by the same kid who used to come along with us to our farm farmhouse during summer holidays, getting into all sorts of trouble alongside my twin brother.

“ I-I won’t,” I rasped, even as my body betrayed me, clenching around him, desperate for more.

“You little brat.” His smirk pressed against my neck before his teeth sank in again, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make me cry out, the sharp edge of pain only stoking the fire inside me.

“Then I’ll just have to fuck it out of you.”

His hips pistoned into me, each thrust harder, deeper, the sound of raw skin slapping together echoed through the quiet library, mixing with our heavy breathing. My thighs burned, my arms shook from holding on, but all I could think about was the overwhelming fullness that was him.

“You’re such a fucking bully.” I cried, but he was a tenacious bastard, I knew he wouldn’t give me what I wanted until he heard what he wanted.

“Kyl—ahhh—please,” I begged, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I hated how desperate I sounded, but I was beyond pride now. I was so glad Alec sprung for the soundproof walls for the library, if not, I’m more than certain the entire block would have heard me singing Kyler's name like a symphony by now. My orgasm coiled tight again, fierce and relentless, threatening to explode. And he was still holding back!

“Please what, Slut?” he growled against my ear, his thrusts slowing just enough to make me sob in frustration. “Use your words or I’m stopping.”

“Please—fuck—let me come, you asshole!” I cried, pushing back against him, grinding shamelessly.

Kyler chuckled darkly, one hand coming down hard on my left ass cheek to leave a matching mark like the other one on my right ass. “Heh, good enough.”

He pulled nearly all the way out, making me whine, before slamming back in with enough force that made the books in the shelf fall around and shake the shelf. Books tumbled around us, hitting the floor in a messy pile, but neither of us cared. He was relentless now, fucking me so hard that all I could do was scream his name till my voice turned hoarse.

“Say my name when you come, Slut.” he ordered, his hand gripping my hip to hold me still for his brutal rhythm. I could tell he was nearing his own climax as well.“Who’s making you feel this good?”

“I—ahhh—Kyler! Oh God—Kyler!”

“Who’s little fucktoy are you?”

“Yours!”

“Now cum for me, baby.”

My release ripped through me, violent and consuming, not long after that, his own came, mixing with mine as we made an absolute mess of the place. I felt a warm feeling in my stomach as my tongue stuck out and my eyes rolled all the way back. Kyler used his fingers to plug my mouth to stifle my remaining moans and I sucked on it before my legs finally gave out, but his strong grip held me upright as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My walls squeezed around his dick tight, milking every inch of him, and his groan behind me was feral, raw. Enough to have me smiling behind his finger that was slick with my saliva.

“Such a good little slut,” he muttered, slamming into me one last time before burying himself deep, his own orgasm tearing through him.

For a long moment, we stayed there — me pinned against the shelf, panting and shaking, him pressed against my back, still inside me. The air was thick with sex, with heat, with the undeniable wrongness that felt too good to stop.

Finally, he pulled back, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Next time, I want a deep throat from that pretty mouth of yours.” he pecked my shoulder, the same place he’s left hickeys on before pulling out his dick that was still partially erect.

“I think I bruised a rib.” I ,hined as I turned to face him, leaning my back against the shelf. Dark shelve markings had begun to show on my ribs, and I winced when my fingers touched it.“Bitch…”

“What? I thought you liked it rough, Princess?” his hands found their way back to my tits as he groped them. It took everything in me not to roll my eyes right now.

“Fuck you, Kyl.” I huffed.

“You just did…”

I don’t know if I liked it rough per se, but Kyler certainly knew how to treat a girl to a good time.

Library sex, successfully checked off my list.