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The last thing I wanted to do was acknowledge his appreciation of me, but I had to admit to myself that it made my heart feel warm and my sex pulse, leaking arousal even further down my inner thighs.
Angling my head, I continued to rub and jack him, amazed at every passing moment as he leaked even further and became even slicker. With the pad of my tongue, I licked him from tip to root and then back up again, and he leaned back into the chair with a ragged sound of delight.
I wanted to take my time, but at the same time, I was too nervous to prolong it. No doubt this was going to end somehow, and I needed to be able to get away with this unscathed since I had confirmed now that there was no way in hell that I was going to stop.
And so, my fervency increased in the way I milked him, my grip hard and relentless.
"Suck!" he rasped out the harsh command, interrupting my enjoyment of simply watching the gorgeous pink cock pulse and ooze out cum from the tip. He was so turned on, so virile, so I couldn't even protest against this command. I lowered my head once again and returned to bliss.
Relaxing my throat, I took him all the way back once again and then back up before my mouth finally closed around the head. Working in tandem with both hands at the root, I settled on a starting rhythm, and soon I was lost in the motions and in the taste of him.
I couldn’t help but moan as my pace increased, fueled by his very vocal enjoyment of what I was doing to him.
“Fuck,” he called over and over again, his hand eventually finding its way to my hair. He held me in place as he thrust his hips into my mouth, and I allowed him to take the pleasure he wanted. Hearing what it did to him was immense compensation until I needed to take charge again.
He let me, and soon my thighs were trembling in delight.
“Your mouth…” he moaned. “You’re good at this. Fuck.”
I went even faster, sucked even harder, and I could soon feel his thighs bunching as his pleasure raced towards the edge.
I couldn’t help but look up then to watch him, and I was struck for a moment at the sight of him so unraveled. Ever since I had met him, he had always seemed so put together, so unflustered, but in this moment and as his hand threaded through his hair and tugged almost viciously, I knew that I had him in my grasp.
It was an indescribable thrill, and it spurred me on much further than I thought I could go. My eyes were burning, my throat sore, yet I refused to stop, not until his hand moved to my hair and I felt the hard grip of the strands by the roots.
“Evelyn,” he roared out as his body tensed up for a long moment, and then he was bursting into my mouth. I nearly choked from the flood and had to pull away to some extent when I couldn’t take it any longer. Still, I only needed a short moment to recover, but before long, the head of his cock was back in my mouth, and I was lapping him all up.
The moment was obscene, and I reveled in it in a way that I couldn’t comprehend. He kept thrusting his hips, restless and so shaken that I couldn’t look away. His eyes, which were at first wide open, completely focused on the ceiling and seemed dazed in wonder. His chest was heaving, his pants stained, and it seemed like he still couldn’t process what had just happened.
Soon though, and as I wiped the moisture off the corners of my lips and stared up at him, I wanted to get up because being on my knees in this way wasn't exactly the most empowering position, especially now that the haze and pleasure of the moment had passed, and reality was creeping in cold and cruel.
However, I found myself unable to move as his gaze finally lowered and caught mine. He stared at me as though he was seeing me for the first time, and then he leaned forward and caught the back of my neck. Before I could decipher what he was going to do, he had tilted his head and was taking my lips in his.
This was a filthy kiss, and I melted into it like wax. He didn't hold back in expressing his appreciation of me through it as he licked into my mouth with lush, heated strokes. He sucked on my tongue, and I responded heartily to the intoxicating dance. I moaned then, unable to contain the pleasure this was eliciting through me, especially at the taste of release mixing with the kiss.
It was so intimate that by the time he pulled away, I was the one left dazed and questioning almost everything I had thought about life up until that moment because I couldn't understand why that had been so sweet and almost special.
I looked up then and could see the smile on his face, making me certain then, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had felt it too. There was something special here, and although I tried to screw my head back on, my heart was racing too hard to listen to me.
“I knew you were going to be special,” he said, and I nearly forgot how to breathe.
“It's your turn,” he said, then reached forward, and in the next moment, I was being pulled into his lap. I had no clue what he meant, but when he cupped my face and pulled me in for yet
another kiss, I had no complaints whatsoever. He kissed me long enough for me to lose myself in him, for me to forget where we were and how inappropriate this was. However, his kisses told me over and over again, as he sucked on my lips and breathed into my mouth, that nothing else mattered beyond this moment. And I believed him.
Eventually, we broke apart, and he stared deeply into my eyes. There was something indeed different about the way he looked at me. It almost seemed affectionate. I no longer felt like he was a complete stranger, especially as he lifted his hand and gently brushed my hair out of my face.
“You're beautiful, Evelyn,” he said. “You know this, don't you?”
I didn't respond; however, alarms began blaring through me, especially as I looked around and saw that the library was gradually getting dark. It was a massive space and was so gorgeous that I couldn't get over how all of this seemed like a dream. To think that barely a week ago, I was escaping to coffee shops just for the air conditioner and wondering how I was going to pay my rent. None of these problems had been significantly solved, but in the midst of the constant horror, a breathtaking fantasy had been added. As a result, this had turned into a fairytale that I didn't quite want to wake up from just yet.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, and I nodded.
However, at the feel of his cock beneath me, I couldn't help but begin to churn my hips. At first, he was solely focused on our conversation, but soon enough, he noticed what was happening and looked down slightly in confusion. Then he returned his gaze to me and cocked his head.
“You're not wearing any underwear?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Why?” he inquired, his expression unreadable at first, but pretty soon he brightened up.
