Page 40 of Pulling Heartstrings

“No judge in the world would convict something so cute.” The last word ends in a moan as I suck a nipple into my mouth.

“Hmmm.” I hum in pleasure as the feel of the tight peak on my tongue. “I took one look at you.” My mouth moves to the other nipple and I can feel her pussy rocking against me. “And I knew.”

“K-knew what?” She’s breathing harder now as I reach between us.

“That you were mine.” I free my cock from my slacks, and it’s pointing right at her wet heat. “You were a wrecking ball to every carefully constructed brick of my life.”

The sound of her panties ripping makes her gasp, but I don’t care. I tuck the tattered material into my pocket as I press the head of my dick against her pussy lips.

“How is that not a bad thing?” She’s asking a genuine question, but when I nudge her wet opening, her eyelids lower.

“Because that’s what love does, teapot. Love makes you wake up and look around for the first time. At least that’s what it did to me. I love you, and from the moment I laid eyes on you, it was like seeing the world in color.” I push into her just enough to make her gasp. “And you love me, too.”

“Yes,” she moans, and then I thrust all the way inside.

She whimpers at the pinch of pain, but I’m right there, kissing her neck and licking her nipples. My mouth touches everywhere I can reach while she squeezes her pussy around my cock. Soon enough, her body relaxes, and when I brush my thumb over her clit, she rocks her hips.

“Say it to me, Bronte. I want you to tell me you love me while I’m inside you.”

“I love you.” Her eyes lock with mine while I thrust in and out.

“Again,” I demand, thrusting harder this time.

“I love you.” She’s quick to respond, and then she says it again and again.

Every time I thrust, the words spill from her lips, and it makes me feel whole. “I love you,” I tell her before I cover her mouth with mine.

I swallow her cries of pleasure as her tight pussy grips me like a vise. When she’s close, I bury myself as deep as I can go and grind against her clit. That’s all it takes for her to come apart in my arms, and I have no choice but to follow after her.

The clench of her pussy milks my cum out of me, and it’s all I can do to keep the both of us upright. What I want to do is fall to the floor and have my way with her all over again, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I remember that we’re in a library. And we’re not exactly alone.

I have to blink a few times before my vision comes back, but when it does, all I can see is Bronte. There’s a sheen of sweat across her cheeks that makes her look like she’s glowing. I trace the soft edges of her with my fingers and stare into her eyes.

“I love you,” I say, and she smiles at me. I grin back at her and shake my head. “I’m not sure when I’ll feel like I’ve said it enough, but I know it’s not today. And definitely not tomorrow.”

“I know the feeling.” She opens her mouth to protest when I pull out of her, but I silence her with a look.

“The sooner I get you out of here, the sooner I can get you in my bed and completely naked.”

I place her on her feet as I tuck my cock in my boxer briefs. The front of them is tented, but there’s no way it’s going down anytime soon.

“Did you get rid of the woman in your office?” Bronte pretends to be interested in the wrinkles of her dress when she asks the question.

“Yes,” I say and then wait for her to look at me. “I told my sister to wait for us to get back. I want you to meet her.”

“Oh.” She’s adorable when she’s embarrassed, and I pull her to me.

“Oh?” I rub my nose against hers and then kiss the tip of it. “You don’t ever have to worry about another woman, teapot. I’ve got my hands full with you.”

To prove my point, I squeeze her ass with both hands. She giggles as we hurry out of the stacks of reference books and down the steps. On the way out, I see Mrs. Maggie is still at the front desk stamping books.

“Have a good night,” Bronte says to her as we pass by.

“It sounded like you got what you came for.” Mrs. Maggie winks at me, and I pretend I didn’t hear her.

“What did she say?” Bronte asks, but I’m already ushering her past the desk.

“I’ll tell you later,” I whisper and then tug her through the front door.

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