CHAPTER 13: LIBRARIAN SUBMISSION PT 4

Marcus pulled his fingers out of Sophia, and she was dripping and open. He hiked her skirt fully up around her waist so nothing blocked him, then he grabbed the thin fabric of her panties, already pushed down to her knees, and ripped them aside with one hard tug. The material tore. He freed his cock, still slick from her mouth, and lined up behind her.

He thrust into her in one deep stroke. The thick head stretched her open and the full length slammed home, and Sophia’s body jerked forward. A sharp cry left her mouth before she pressed her arm against it. She was tight and soaked, and the heat of her cunt wrapped around him completely. Marcus held still for one second, buried to the base, feeling her walls clench and flutter.

Then he started to move, hard and deep. His hips snapped forward with force, and each thrust drove into her fully. The wet sound of it filled the aisle while skin slapped against skin. Sophia’s full breasts bounced hard with every stroke. They hung free under her and swung against the wood of the low shelf while her nipples dragged across the surface.

Her bound hands pressed against the bookshelves in front of her, and the silk tie dug into her wrists as she braced. Books shifted on the shelf, and several titles slid forward an inch while one hardcover threatened to tip over the edge. Marcus did not slow down. He gripped her hips and pulled her back onto every thrust.

“Take it,” he said, voice rough now. “All of it.”

He fucked her harder, and the shelf creaked under the force. More books moved, and a thin paperback fell to the floor with a soft thump. Sophia’s body rocked forward and back, and her heavy breasts bounced without stop. The impact of his hips against her ass made the soft flesh jiggle while wetness coated his cock and ran down both their thighs.

Marcus reached forward and gathered her hair in one fist. He pulled lightly, just enough to lift her head and arch her back, and the pull sent a sharp line of sensation down her spine. Sophia moaned into her arm. Her glasses slipped further down her nose, and her face was flushed and damp with sweat.

He kept the hard rhythm and brought his other hand down on her pale ass. The first spank landed with a loud crack, and the sting bloomed hot across her skin. Sophia’s cunt clenched tight around him. He spanked her again, harder, and the pale flesh turned pink under his palm. A third spank followed, then a fourth, and each one made her push back harder onto his cock.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Marcus said. He spanked her again and thrust deep at the same time. “Dripping down my balls. Taking every inch like you need it.”

Sophia’s quiet control was gone, and soft cries escaped against her arm with every thrust and every spank. Her legs shook, and the pressure built fast after all the denial. Marcus felt her walls start to flutter and tighten. He pulled her hair a little tighter and spanked her once more, open palm right on the fullest part of her ass.

Sophia came hard, harder than she ever had. Her whole body locked, and her cunt clamped down on his cock in strong pulses. A broken cry tore out of her, muffled against her arm but still loud in the silent stacks. Her bound hands pressed flat against the shelves so hard her knuckles went white, and books shifted again. Another volume slid halfway off and hung there. Her breasts bounced through the waves of it, and wetness flooded around his cock and ran down her legs in thicker streams while her thighs trembled violently. The orgasm kept rolling through her in long, sharp waves. She tried to stay quiet, but small sobs of pleasure still slipped out.

Marcus did not stop. He fucked her through it, hard and deep, feeling every clench. The wet sounds grew louder, and her body stayed tight and pulsing around him. When the strongest waves began to ease he kept the same pace, driving into her without pause.

Sophia’s arms shook, and her forehead pressed to the wood. Spit from earlier still shone on her chin, and fresh tears of intensity sat at the corners of her eyes. Her ass was pink from the spanks, and the heat of the marks mixed with the deeper heat of his cock filling her over and over.

Marcus felt his own release building. The tight, wet squeeze of her aftershock made it rise fast. He gripped her hips with both hands now, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he pulled her back hard onto every thrust. The shelf groaned, and more books shifted. One fell and hit the floor with a dull sound.

“I’m going to fill you,” he said, voice tight. “Take it.”

He thrust deep one last time and held there. His cock pulsed hard, and thick cum shot into her in strong spurts. He kept his hips locked against her ass, burying every drop as deep as he could. Sophia felt the heat of it, and the thick pulses filled her and began to leak out around his cock almost immediately. He groaned low and gripped her hips tighter, possessive, holding her still while he emptied into her.

His cock kept twitching inside her for several long seconds. More cum spilled out and ran down the insides of her thighs in slow, warm trails. It mixed with her own wetness and dripped onto the carpet. Marcus stayed buried to the hilt, chest heaving against her back.

They stayed locked together like that. Marcus’s hands remained firm on her hips, and Sophia’s bound wrists stayed pressed to the shelves. Her breasts hung still now, only moving with her heavy breathing. The pink marks on her ass glowed in the low light. Books sat half-shifted on the shelf above her hands, and one more volume balanced on the edge, ready to fall at the slightest movement.

The library was silent except for their ragged gasps. Marcus’s breath was hot against the back of her neck, and Sophia’s was muffled against her arm. Their chests rose and fell hard. The wet heat where they joined slowly cooled at the edges while the thick cum continued to leak out around his still-hard cock.

Marcus did not pull out. He kept her bent over the shelf, filled and held, while their breathing slowly evened out in the quiet stacks. The distant floors stayed silent. No cart. No footsteps. Only the sound of air moving in and out of their lungs and the soft drip of fluid onto the floor between her feet.

Sophia’s legs trembled under her. The silk around her wrists had left deeper marks from how hard she had pressed against the wood. Her glasses sat crooked on her nose. Sweat dampened the hair at the back of her neck where Marcus’s breath still touched it. Her cunt gave small aftershocks around him, each one pushing a little more cum out to run down her thighs.

Marcus’s fingers stayed locked on her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin. He shifted his weight once but did not withdraw. The full length of him stayed buried, and the heat of her body held him. Outside their small aisle the rest of the library remained still and dark. The only movement was the slow rise and fall of their breathing and the occasional soft sound of more fluid leaving her body.

They stayed joined, breathing hard. The air between the shelves was thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Sophia’s full breasts rested against the wood, nipples still tight. Marcus’s chest pressed to her back, solid and warm. The silk tie held her wrists. The torn panties hung useless at her knees. The shifted books waited above them, some still threatening to fall if either of them moved too suddenly.

Marcus’s grip on her hips remained firm and possessive. Sophia’s body stayed open and filled under him. Their gasps gradually slowed but did not stop. The library held its silence around them, broken only by the sound of two people trying to catch their breath after the hard, deep coupling that had left them locked together over the low shelf.