Page 38 of Continuum

I felt the pressure of his head at my opening and then the way his dick split me in two caused the air to leave my lungs.

Leaning down so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, he whispered my name. “Now be a good girl and tell me what probability is…”

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” I groaned, lying my face flat against the desk.

“You have to keep going for me to keep going.”

“Probability is the like—” My jaw dropped, and the sentence ended abruptly as he slid a couple more inches in me.

He paused. “Don’t stop,” he groaned.

“Probability is the likelihood of something to happen,” I moaned just as he completely filled me up.

“Fuck,” he swore. His hands roamed up my back until he reached my shoulders. Pulling all the way out, he worked his way back in. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

“Yessssssssssssssssssssssss,” I cried, gripping the edge of the desk.

“Are you okay?” He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Yes, yes, God yes…” I moaned as he pushed himself the rest of the way in me.

I was in heaven.

“We’re in the library, so I need you to be quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?” He asked me as he start sliding in and out of me. “Can you keep that sexy mouth shut while I make you cum on my dick?”

“Kwame…” My eyes shut tight as I quivered with want. “Shit…”

“That’s a good girl. There are people studying right outside the door and they can hear us. They can hear me thanking you for everything you did for me. Do you want them to hear us?”

His words intensified his strokes and I shuddered.

“They can hear you thanking me?” I panted, trying not to be even more turned on by the prospect.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? You want them to hear me take care of your pussy?” He massaged my ass and then grabbed my hips as he picked up the pace.

“Mm hmmmmm.”

“I know if I thank you the way I want to thank you, they’d hear these cheeks clapping.”

Grinding myself against him, I took every inch he gave me. “I don’t want to get caught, but I don’t want you to stop,” I admitted in a mewling voice that barely sounded like my own.

He was moving slowly at first, but then he let out a low guttural noise. “Fuck it.”

The sound of our skin slapping together mixed with the rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing and still, it wasn’t as loud as my moans.

I gave into the ecstasy of being with him and I didn’t care who heard.

“Kwame, please don’t stop. Please, please, ohmigod,” I whimpered as I felt like I was going to explode. He moved in and out of me until I hit the point of no return.

“God, your pussy is tight.” His voice was hoarse and needy. “You’re so fucking wet.”

Moaning loudly, I felt myself tightening around his shaft.

“Oh shit,” he groaned softly, flexing his fingers against my hips and picking up the pace.

As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged breathily. “Please.”

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