Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“Damn, you have panties on.”

She straightened. “Wolfe, we can’t. I

t’s a library.”

“So? Are orgasms not allowed in libraries?”

Well, she was pretty sure it was a rule. He nibbled at her neck, crowding her against the stack so she couldn’t move.

“Grasp hold of the shelf in front of you and don’t move your hands,” he commanded.

She shivered.

Holy. Hell.

His hand cupped her ass and she let out a small groan.

“Even though there’s no one down here, you’re still going to have to be quiet, understand?”

“Wolfe, no, we can’t.” But her heart was beating fast, excitement filling her. She’d never have thought she would be into this. But it seemed the risk of getting caught was just turning her on even more.

“If you really don’t want this, tell me.” He moved his hand around to cup her pussy. “Just say your safeword. All right?”

Her breath came in erratic pants. She felt like she should protest. But she wasn’t about to say her safeword.

His other hand, which had been resting on the stacks, moved to cup her breast. He plucked at her nipple making her groan again.

“Do I need to gag you?”

She shook her head.

“You’ll be a good girl and stay quiet for me?”

She nodded.

Then he was pushing her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them.

“Push your legs apart and stay very still,” he commanded. He ran his hand up her inner thigh to her pussy then he thrust two fingers deep inside her.

Oh hell.

She clung to the shelves, her legs shaking at the onslaught of pleasure. She bit down on her lip to hold in her cries as he finger fucked her.

In and out. Hard. Fast. There was no gentle build-up and she was grateful for it since she didn’t know how long she could stay standing.

He withdrew his fingers and started flicking her clit, circling it then rubbing it. She couldn’t last. She was shaking, her eyes closed. She’d have to rely on him to watch out for any other library patrons because she was beyond caring.

Her orgasm caught her by surprise, rolling over her hard and fast. She gasped then closed her mouth against a shout of pleasure. As her legs went weak, he grasped her around the hips and turned her.

When her pulse stopped racing so fast and she could think past the bliss swamping her, she opened her eyes and stared up at him. He lifted his fingers and sucked them into his mouth. She blushed as she watched him, her breath still coming in sharp pants.

Dear Lord. What had they just done?

He pulled his fingers out of his mouth then reached into a pocket to grab a white handkerchief.

He wiped his fingers. Then crouching, he drew up her skirt and wiped her pussy with the handkerchief. Fuck. She had to swallow a squeal.

“Wolfe!”