THE LIBRARY LUST (II)

Chapter 2

MARCUS’S POV

She looked like a sin wrapped in a cardigan.

Elena Voss, my quiet, brilliant, and painfully tempting student.

She sat there with her skirt shoved up her hips, her thighs spread and her pretty pink pussy glistening from how hard she had been fucking herself.

The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug as my cock throbbed painfully against my zipper.

It had been that way since I caught her on one of those nights as she fucked herself with the silver toy and she moaned my name.

Months. She said months.

I’d wanted to ruin her just as long.

Every lecture I’d watch her squirm in her seat as she pressed her thighs together whenever I spoke.

Every time she returned a book with those nervous glances on her glasses, I’d imagine bending her over my desk, stuffing her mouth with my cock, claiming that tight body until she screams my name.

Tonight, that fantasy ends. She’s mine.

“Hands on the table,” I commanded, voice low and rough. “Don’t move.”

Elena obeyed instantly. Her palms slapping against the polished oak desk.

Her voice was shaky and her nipples were hard. Good girl.

I stepped between her spread thighs, towering over her slowly. I unzipped my trousers and let my cock spring free and heavy.

It was already leaking with precum. Her eyes darkened with lust behind those nerdy glasses.

“Look at what you do to me,” I growled, slowly stroking my shaft for her. “This is what your wet little cunt has done to your professor. You’ve been teasing me for months, Elena. Coming here to play with yourself while reading my words. Now you’re going to take every inch.”

I grabbed the back of her messy bun, tilting her head back so she had to look up at me.

I pulled my fingers out of her dripping cunt. “Open your mouth.”

She parted her lips obediently.

I slid my cock past her tongue until it hit the back of her throat.

She gagged, eyes watering but I didn’t pull away. Fuck, she’s perfect.

“Suck,” I ordered. “Show me how much you’ve wanted this.”

Elena lowered her cheeks, sucking me with desperate hunger. Her tongue spiraled at the head of my cock on every withdrawal, saliva already dripping down her chin.

I fucked her mouth in shallow thrusts, gripping her hair while possessive heat flooded my veins.

“That’s it…good girl. Take your professor’s cock like the little slut you are in private.”

Her moan vibrated around me, making my balls tighten. I could hear her legs rubbing together, seeking friction.

I pulled out of her mouth, her saliva glistening on my cock. Before she could breathe, I spun her around, bending her over the heavy table.

Her ass arched beautifully as I shoved her skirt higher and ripped her soaked panties down her legs.

She spread her legs more widely exposing her dripping pussy completely. I ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slickness, then pushed them inside without warning.

“Fuck… so tight,” I groaned. “You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes… Dr Hale…” she whimpered, pushing back against my hand.

I curled my fingers, stroking the spot that made her cry out.

“Call me Marcus when my fingers are inside you.”

“Marcus… please…”

I added a third finger, stretching her while my thumb circled her swollen clit.

She was dripping down my hands and the wet filthy sounds filled the library.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I lined up my cock and thrust in with one hard stroke, burying myself balls-deep in her. Elena gasped sharply, her walls clenching around me.

“Fuck, yes,” I growled as I gripped her hips. “This pussy is mine.”

I didn’t start slow. I fucked her hard and deep. The table creaked under the force of a very strong thrust. Skins slapped against skin and her moans became louder and unrestrained.

“Quiet, you do not want the security to hear how well your professor fucks you.”

She shook her head and muffled cries vibrating against my palm as I slammed into her.

I flipped her yet again, pulling her upright so her back pressed against my chest. One hand slid to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

My other hand dropped between her legs, rubbing her clit in circles as I continued to thrust into her.

“Ride me like this,” I growled. “Take whatever you need.”

Elena rocked back onto my cock, riding me as if her life depended on it.

Then I pulled out again, turned her round to face me, and lifted her onto the table. I slammed into her again with a slow and smooth thrust.

I fucked her face to face now, watching her every expression twist in pleasure.

“Look at me while I fuck you, I want to see how pretty you look falling apart on my cock.”

Her glasses were fogged. She’s close, I could feel her walls fluttering and gripping me.

“Come for me, Elena. Come all over my cock like a good girl you are.”

She shattered with a choked cry, pussy pulsing wildly around me, soaking my shaft. The sight and feel of her orgasm nearly dragged me over with her, but I held back through sheer will.

I slowed my thrusts, riding her senseless, and chasing my own release as well.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Marcus… Sir… I’m going to come again…”

“That’s it. Give me another one.”

I was so close, balls tightening, thrusts turning erratic.

Just then.

A sharp knock echoed through the library door.

We both froze.

The knock came again, louder this time. A muffled voice called out: “Where the hell is she?”

A feminine voice said.

My cock was still buried deep inside Elena’s spasming pussy. Her eyes were wide with panic and pleasure.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to her ear, voice a dark, possessive whisper even as my hips gave one shallow, teasing thrust.

“Don’t make a sound, baby. Not a single fucking moan… or I’ll make you come again while they’re standing right outside.”