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Soft creaking and muffled moans drifted through the silence of the nearly abandoned library. The secluded corner provided just enough privacy in the late hour as the telltale wet smacks of skin on skin grew more intense. A taunting chuckle and a particularly hard thrust left your brain scrambled as cold, firm hands held you down across the table.
"What, no more snide comments? This is exactly what you wanted isn't it? What you needed? "
Any attempt to answer him or snap back at him was interrupted by a sharp snap of his hips, driving him deeper and practically forcing the air from your lungs. You tried to turn away from the mean grin across the librarian's face, but the hand covering your mouth with a firm grip on your face kept your wavering bratty glare locked on his. Despite being completely unbound physically, you still kept your hands obediently at his sides where he put them; your hold on his shirt tightening and nails grazing against his skin as you fisted the fabric tighter with your looming orgasm.
"I like you so much better like this, angel~"
You couldn't even attempt to retort, only managing a little whine when he gradually slowed down and once again held you on that knife edge. Your brows furrowed in frustration, writhing with a louder but no less muffled whine at once again having your release kept just out of reach until it slowly faded away into small pulsing currents of pleasure. You were positive that you were laying in a puddle of your own juices with how wet you were. The amusement dancing in his oceanic eyes only grew when you turned your own teary puppy dog eyes to him as your defiance melted into silent begging.
“I already told you, the more noise you make, the slower I go. Are you willing to follow directions and keep quiet now, my love? You want to finally cum on my cock?”
At your desperate nodding, he gave you a pleased smile; the sweet expression hiding sinister intentions as he briefly moved his hand and pressed his lips to yours in a saccharine kiss. You tried to chase his lips with your own when he pulled away but he once again covered your mouth, keeping you down as he once again sped up. You bit into his hand, just enough to make him hiss slightly at the sting and to keep yourself from screaming out in relief.
As you tensed, feeling a nearly painful throb from your cresting release, he shifted the angle of his thrusts to abuse your sweet spot with no intention of stopping this time. Your eyes rolled when wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, shaking you to your core as your orgasm ruptured through you. His groan was lost to the static in your head as you tightened around him, his own release painting your walls as your pussy seemed to suck him in deeper and hold him there. All senses were overloaded with pleasure and each panting breath seemed to prolong your orgasm until you no longer felt connected to your body and everything went dark.
When you finally managed to regain consciousness, having no idea when you even blacked out, you were snuggled in his lap and fully clothed. You glanced around the best you could without moving, feeling how heavy and uncooperative your body felt and realized you were still in the library. Eventually your eyes landed on the book in his hands and you snuggled further into his warmth while being nosy. A gentle kiss on your forehead was the final touch that made your bad day seem like a thing of the past.