Fearless Hero

“Yes,” he said. “And if I can’t have you, no one will.”

His lips were on mine before I could even respond. The heat filled my whole being, and all reason was cast aside as I returned his ardent kiss. I pressed against his erection, feeling a deep need inside of me for him.

He moaned into my mouth, pushing me backward until I hit the armchair. Losing my balance, I fell right into it.

I was about to get up, but he wouldn’t let me. He held me in place as he lowered to his knees, placing himself between my legs. My pulse sped and I began panting.

His eyes ate me alive as his hands traveled to my zipper.

“Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you’re crazy about me,” he demanded.

“I’m crazy about you, Brady. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you. Right now.”

He smirked. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about you saying those words to me.” He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. “You are so beautiful,” he said, caressing my mound over the thin material of my undies and creating a burning need within me that begged to be satiated. “You’re perfect. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

His fingers stroked me slowly, making me grow hotter. I could already feel my panties getting wet, and he groaned loudly when he felt it too. He moved his fingers over the dampness, sliding up and down in a tantalizingly slow motion that left me panting harder.

“Brady... Ahh...” I bucked my hips, pushing my mound into his hand. Needing him to deepen the touch.

But he seemed content with prolonging my pleasure, merely touching me over my undies with no intention to speed up his pace. He brought his other hand to my thigh to keep me in place when I started squirming, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re so sexy,” he said. “I literally ache for you, you know that?”

“Brady!” I cried out. I moved my hips forward, trying to get him to give me the touch I craved.

Finally, he moved my panties to the side and slid his fingers through my swollen folds. I moaned and gripped the arm rests as he started rubbing my clitoris, varying his pace from fast to slow, driving me wild.

I had to press my hand against my mouth to keep from crying out too loudly.

He plunged two fingers inside of me, pushing them in fully. I bit my lip, ecstatic sensation exploding within me. His other hand covered my breast over my blouse, playing with my nipple and doubling the pleasure I felt.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” he said, his voice low and sexy.

My head rolled back and I closed my eyes, burning under the intensity of his fingers ripping through my wet walls. Each part of me shuddered in reaction to the sweet torture of his fingers. His other hand cupped my mound, the heel of his palm rubbing my clit as he finger-fucked me rough and deep. A muffled scream left my lips when I orgasmed.

He pulled his pants and underwear down and switched places with me. He then brought me to his lap. “I’m all yours,” he said devilishly.

I was on fire, dripping wet. I sat down on his huge length, instantly overwhelmed with unbearable pleasure. The sensitivity of my mound after my climax only enhanced the sensation.

“You have no idea how much I needed this, Brady,” I said with a groan.

I rode him fast, gripping his shoulders as I bounced up and down. Our lips met, and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, urgently meeting mine.

I had completely forgotten that we were in a public place. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, increased my speed, and relished in his hardness.

He held me tight, guiding me as he brought his hips up to meet me. The sizzling sensation threatened to make me erupt into a new orgasm soon. Brady’s low moans were the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard, and I could barely contain myself. I was sure that if I cried out, everyone outside would hear us.

“What are you doing to me?” Brady said, his eyes boring into mine and stealing even more of my heart than he already had.

I smashed my lips against his, shuddering when another orgasmic wave washed over me. I moaned into his mouth as I convulsed several times, arching my back when the pleasure became almost unbearable.

“Damn, you feel amazing when you come,” Brady said. He smirked. “Why don’t you do it again.”

He penetrated deeper into me, creating another rush of delirious sensations. I spasmed around his rock-hard length and clamped my hand against my mouth, already orgasming again, but stronger this time since he hadn’t stopped pounding into me. He moved me on him faster than before, and my whole body felt weightless under such overwhelming pleasure.

“Yes, that’s my girl,” he said.

He stood up and pulled me to the carpet, placing me on all fours. He then plunged into me again, this position bringing a whole new type of pleasure. Our bodies slammed against each other’s in the quiet space of the library room, and our ragged breaths mixed together.