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Ch-2 --------------------- Me: "Mom, the job of the man of the house is to make the babies, and the man of the house is dad; he was just called away on an emergency. I am going to turn around and do these dishes and I expect you to be back upstairs when I turn back." [I turned on the hot water and grabbed the Ivory Liquid. Just then, I felt something indescribably fantastic. Mom had nakedly closed on me; she rubbed her throbbing nipples against my back, moving side to side. I moaned in pleasure. In spite of my self-control, my cock lurched, bobbed, lurched, and sprang to iron-hardness, ten inches of tempered steel. My balls swelled, soon hanging down, drooping with an excess of pent-up passi

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

one of the men asks, a big, burly, bearded gentleman who smells like cedar and firewood smoke. “Or several?” Before I know it, I'm completely surrounded by a crowd of admirers, and it occurs to me they're asking me if I want to have sex with them. Their hands are gentle on me, and they're not touching any part of me that they shouldn't and tingling heat races through me. I glance around, watching people in various states of pleasure. Something about watching a girl's ass bounce as she rides her partner, watching two guys take one girl, watching everyone around me getting off and feeling pleasure leaves me feeling warm in the center.

My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs closer together as if that would protect my clit from being attacked by lust. Instead, it gets me excited. It’s not just what he’s reading. What’s getting to me is him reading it, with his deep whisky voice and the blue eyes behind the sexy-professor horn-rims, and the way he’s disapproving and disdainful and amused all at once. A girl’s Daddy shouldn’t read her things like that, in that way. It’s just not what fathers do. He’s not playing by the rules, not following the script. It’s freaking me out and it’s turning me on and it’s freaking me out because it’s turning me on.

The tension had built since morning, when they’d cornered me in the barn, their touches lingering too long, their whispers promising things that made my pulse race. Now, with the storm as our cover, there were no more games. His fingers slipped between my legs, finding me already slick and ready. He chuckled darkly, circling my clit with expert precision, making my hips buck involuntarily. The third one approached from the side, his lean frame cutting through the rain like a blade. He was quieter, more intense, with eyes that seemed to see right through me. Without a word, he cupped my chin, turning my face to him and claiming my mouth in a kiss that was all possession. His tongue tangled wi

“You should pick this. It talks more about sex.” Sex? My face flames when I notice the books on the shelf I'm standing before. I had no idea. Are there even meant to be books about sex at all in a college library? “You don't know?” He laughs, picking up on my embarrassment. I had seen that there was no queue in this section and headed there. “This is a restricted section for those majoring in sex therapy or interested in it. It's not like the school is encouraging sex.” He explains. Someone should pinch me. I can't believe that Zane is standing before me and we've talked for almost five minutes.

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

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Good thing Dad wouldn’t be back any time soon. I carried my phone to the living room, curled up on the couch and put on a romantic thriller that was supposed to be steamy but mostly just made me restless. As the couple on screen started tearing each other’s clothes off, my mind drifted. God, I wanted that. Not just a dildo or a voice on a call. A real dick. Thick, warm, attached to someone who would grab my hips and fuck me like he meant it. The kind of pounding that would leave me sore and dripping for days. But as long as I was stuck in this house, that was never going to happen. Dad’s rules were ironclad….no boys, no going out, barely any freedom. One wrong move and he would lock me down

My hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, before boldly palming the growing bulge in his pants. Nate sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ve read your books, Nate,” I whispered, my voice husky and desperate as I stroked him through the fabric. “I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.”