The Taste of Submission
He held himself there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, before he began to thrust.
He moved with a steady, rhythmic pace, each thrust hitting my perfect spot inside me that made my eyes roll back. I could hear the wet, slapping sound of our bodies coming together, muffled by the stacks of books and the silence of the library. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.