Page 27 of Unbinding the Demon
“But having sex in public is illegal! What if we get caught?”
“Well, good thing we’re partners in crime.” He pushed my dark green dress up to expose my butt. The hard length of his member twitched against me, making my stomach twist with lust.
“Are you crazy!? We can’t have sex in the library like this!” My heart was racing, and I knew he could feel just how soaked my panties were.
“You’re right.” He rushed to grab a random book and used his shirt to wipe the dust off. I gasped as he captured my jaw and forced my mouth open. “You’re being way too noisy. Now bite,” he commanded while pushing the spine of the book into my mouth.
It could have been the adrenaline or the unnatural wave of desire that had crashed over me, but I found myself hesitantly biting down, gagging, but still biting down. Ashton grinned cruelly, making him look like a devil who’d just received a new toy. “Good girl,” he praised while pushing my panties to the side.
With a quick adjustment, he slipped into my tight, slick core. The book muffled my cries as he impaled me with his hot, hard flesh. The feeling of being filled by him was like a dream, stretching my body in the most perfect way possible. He ground upward, erotically rolling his hips while pulling my waist down. I fell further forward onto the desk, nearly knocking a few of the books off as I arched my back and began to wantonly grind against him in return.
He softly groaned and kissed my shoulder, dragging his hot, wet tongue up the side of my neck. “I love the way your tight little cunt grips me so exquisitely, Buttercup.” His whispered words held the roughness and timbre of a feral growl. I clenched around him and clawed at the desk, the heat within my core rising like a pillar of flames. The more he moved, the hotter and wetter I became. Yet I wanted him to slam into me like the savage I knew he was. My skin grew feverish, and tiny tremors tingled up my spine. We had only just begun, and yet I was already so close.
“Shh, hold on.” He whispered into my ear while straightening back up. Swiftly, he sat us down on the chair with his cock still buried inside of me, and then pulled the book out of my mouth and opened it. I sat there a flustered mess, wondering what the hell he was doing as he began to read aloud from a passage about the fact that ketchup was once sold as medicine.
“What the fuck are you—”
I zipped my lips mid-sentence as the same prudish woman from earlier wandered into the wing. She eyed us with suspicion while lurking nosily through the aisles, a sapphire necklace gleaming upon her neck. Luckily, the desk hid our lower halves, and even if it hadn’t, it would have just looked like I was sitting on his lap. His dick remained inside me, torturously throbbing and twitching with eagerness. I bit my lower lip and breathed heavily through my nose, feeling my arousal dripping around his burning length. My inner walls clenched, begging for more of that blissful friction between us. I wanted to scream and thrash, desperately needing him to slam into me.
With one final judging glance our way, she turned on her heel and left. We sat there, motionless for a moment to confirm that she was truly gone. Ashton snapped the book closed with one hand and then shoved it back into my mouth. “Well done, Buttercup.” He grabbed either end of the book and pulled back, forcing my head to tilt up like a horse with reins.
He quickly stood up and began pounding into me like a furious madman, muffling my screams and knocking over the chair. I flopped forward with my breasts squished on the desk, gripping the edges so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My body jerked forward with every snap of his hips, causing the desk to scrape against the floor. His hot breath fanned my cheek right before he pressed a passionate open-mouth kiss to it. Tears welled in my eyes, and there was no doubt in my mind that I was leaving chew marks on the binding of the book.
“We have to make this quick,” he roughly whispered in my ear. “I need you to come now!”
I didn’t know what kind of sexual ensorcellment his voice held over me, but the very second he commanded me to come, all my resolve shattered in a violent burst of release. My pussy clamped down furiously around him while heat webbed out across every inch of my skin, washing over me in waves of ecstasy. He quietly but strenuously growled, pulling back on the book to force my head against his chest as spurts of hot, thick cum filled my womb. I trembled and whimpered, sucking in ungodly amounts of air through my nose to catch my breath.
He hastily pulled out and tucked his glistening dick back into his pants. Still catching his breath, he readjusted my skirt and took a few steps to the side, where he pretended to search for a book on an upper shelf. The lady returned, the look of suspicion and contempt on her face leaving me with no doubt she had heard us. Her eyes lingered on my flushed face as though she were trying to remember my features.
“Here’s another one about outdated medical practices!” The most devious smirk lit up Ashton’s face as he pulled a large red book down. I shakily glanced up at him, disheveled and out of breath, then flopped face-first onto the desk.
This guy is whacked...
13. Songs of the Night
The evening sun gleamed low in the sky by the time we arrived back at Ashton’s house. Its gentle rays kissed the top of the roof, setting it ablaze in a warming glow. Now that I was seeing it in a new light, the place looked far more peaceful and rather charming in its own unique way. The sun caressed Ashton’s face and illuminated his golden eyes as he opened the car door for me with a smile. It was a much more pleasant experience than my first time arriving here.
“Would you like to watch the sunset by the lake?” he asked as we walked up to the porch.
“I’d love to, actually.” I smiled, avoiding direct eye contact. Sunrises and sunsets had a special place in my heart, and I wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to enjoy one.
“Perfect. I’ll be right back then.” He grinned and went inside.
I twiddled my thumbs as I waited for him to return, noticing the scratches in the white paint from me gripping the door frame. My gaze then shifted to the side of the yard at the imposing grove of pendulous spruce. The weeping branches drooped mournfully from the weight of sharp, draping needles and long, slender cones. Twisted vines of wild rose bushes reached up from the ground and ensnared the lower branches with their crimson-kissed thorns. It was as if they were trying to imprison whatever might dwell within the shadows beneath the trees. It was the type of sinister forest where someone might get lost and never return because some sort of otherworldly creature consumed them.
The breeze made me shiver as Ashton emerged from the house. Belzar rushed out behind him and ran over to me. He barked and wagged his fluffy tail with glee. “Hello, Belzar!” I cooed, while petting his head. He jumped up to give my cheek a slobbery lick, causing me to giggle.
“Here, I thought you might need this.” Ashton smiled endearingly at us while holding out a huge black denim jacket lined with soft fleece.
“Oh, thank you. I was starting to feel a bit cold.” I took it with gratitude and put it on. The thing was massive and reached down to my knees, but it was super warm. My senses were instantly bombarded with his wonderful fire and spice scent. I had to resist the urge to bury my nose in it, especially since he’d already caught me sniffing his shirt during my drunken escapade the other week.
“I also brought you these to snack on in case you’re hungry.” He placed a small to-go package of roasted almonds in my hand.
“Oh, um, thank you.” I hoped he didn’t notice the blush creeping onto my cheeks as I accepted them.
Of all the snacks he could have offered...
He put an arm around my upper back and guided me along a narrow path through the rustling, tall grass and wildflowers. Belzar ran ahead of us with his tongue hanging out of one side of his mouth. I snuggled up to Ashton’s side and reached out to brush my fingertips along the rough edges of the tall grass, colorful asters, black-eyed Susans, and occasional toad lilies. A few falling leaves swirled around us in the chilly breeze, and a murder of crows cawed noisily from one of the old oaks by the water.
