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I step toward her and palm her ass through the sweater dress and tights she’s wearing. “That’s what you thought until tonight. You know the rules. You’re to behave yourself and take this cock or else there will be consequences.”

She backs up into the bookcase behind her wearing a smart-alecky smile on her face. “Sometimes I like the consequences.”

“Take off your tights,” I order, my tone losing any human inflection. I hold up the lantern to shine a light on her so I can watch. “Hurry up. I want to see how wet that delicious cunt of yours is…”

She shivers in excitement as her fingers hurry to bunch up the sweater dress and shove down her opaque navy-blue tights. Her bare pussy’s visible as her pouty lips smirk and she lets her fingers slip between her thighs.

I watch, entranced, as she begins pleasuring herself for me. Her fingers dip in and out of her pussy, eyes closed and mouth open. Naturally, her body writhes and hips rock. She’s close within only a minute which tells me she’s been aroused the entire evening.

We had class earlier and then snuck away for an afternoon date, where I drove us two hours out of town so we could spend some public alone time together. We had dinner and browsed a local art gallery before we settled on our latest risky sex game.

Nyssa wanted me to take her in the school library.

If the moody, disgruntled man I was even a few months ago could see me tonight, he’d claim I’d gone insane. I’m acting entirely off emotion and impulse, two practices I’ve been against most of my life. But I can’t resist how Nyssa makes me feel.

It’s as if I’m young again. I’m adventurous and insatiable as I witness her masturbate to near orgasm.

Then I’m dropping the lantern and stepping forward to grab her wrist.

“I’mthe only one who makes you come,” I growl in her face. I kiss her hard while my hands undo the belt buckle of my pants. My cock flips out from inside, rock hard and ready to go.

She jumps with me as I lift her up and she curls her legsaround my back. I slot myself inside her a few times, slicking myself in her creamy juices, to her moans.

“Don’t make a sound,” I scold.

Clapping a hand over her mouth, I slam into her. She bows her spine at the harsh impact, trapped between me and the bookcase of books on legal morality.

But I’m already too far gone, swimming in the pleasure that’s her tight heat.

I set a furious pace, fucking into her until she’s scratching up my arms and her cunt’s dripping.

The intensity between us reaches new heights. Neither of us can keep our hands off each other. We pant along as our bodies rock and our orgasms feel so close, yet so far.

The bookcase behind us seemingly sways to our fast movements. Two books slide off the shelves.

I only drive into her harder. She cries out, eyes clenched shut.

My hands stroke any patch of her naked skin I can while she writhes in answer. We break together, knocked into pieces by a wave of pleasure. I plant myself deep inside her fluttering pussy and bite her throat, feeling so hot and out of control it’s almost like I’m not myself.

I’ve become some other kind of feral beast, incapable of rational thought.

It explains why I’m so lost and foggy-brained when the library lights suddenly flick on.

Nyssa and I are still panting and entwined against the bookcase when we look up at the approaching figure and the boastful smirk they wear.

“I knew it,” Heather Driscoll says, stopping in front of us. “I knew you were fucking him, Nyssie. Looks like your secret’s not such a secret anymore, is it?”

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“Nyssie,there’s no need to worry. Your secret’s safe with me. I was only teasing.”

We’re seated outside the local Java King among the crowded downtown sidewalk with our sugary lattes and obligatory baked goods. I’m doing my best to be casual while I convince Heather what she saw last night was nothing big.

It was just a casual encounter. Something Heather should understand more than anyone.

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