After Hours
Beyond His Control Erotic Series
Lord Koga
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ADULT CONTENT
FOR ADULTS 18 YEARS AND OLDER
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After Hours
“What… what are you doing?” Molly asked as he broke away from her lips, already knowing the answer to her question as he quickly dropped to his knees, his head disappearing beneath her dark red skirt as she felt his hot breath rushing her slit through her black laced panties. “Oh God… here really?” She asked as the idea of getting it, doing it, in the library ran wildly through her mind. Never did she think that all her time spent reading after hours in the library these past months or those nights where she imagined him as her lover would run full circle and lead her back to the place where it all began. The place where they first met, the place where he first asked her out, where they kissed and now were about to bond with each other for the first time.
“Slater…baby really… here?” Molly whimpered in a broken sentence, feeling the heat from his breath casting out against her damp opening, sending heated chills of lust all throughout her body as her need, her desires to feel, to touch began to overtaken her senses. “Slater,” she moaned softly as she felt the tips of his fingers rolling tenderly against the elastic band of her panties, slowly rolling them down her hips, revealing more of her beauty, of her sex to him as her intoxicating fragrance raged him further. Within mere moments, her panties were down around her ankles as she willingly stepped out of them, listening intensely with here eyes as she scanned the area around them for anyone in the near distance.
It was then Molly felt his lush lips pressing softly across her opening as his tongue lashed quickly inside her. Striking into her like a serpent on the prowl she could feel ever flick of his tongue rolling inside as she rolled her hands up over her breasts, crushing them against her chest as she stroked her hardening nipples between her thumb and index fingers. “Oh yeah… Go for it baby,” she panted quietly in delight, lifting one of her thighs over his shoulders, leaning the bulk of her weight against the edge of the dust covered bookcase.
“Slater,” she panted heavily, her top lip building with beads of sweat, as she tried to keep her composure, “I… I… still don’t think this is a good idea… not here… not now.” Molly whimpered quietly, wrestling with herself to even give breath to her words, yet still, he didn’t say a word and instead rolled his lips playfully over her clitoris, striking it fully with the tip of his tongue as he rolled his lips firmly around it before sucking it strongly into his mouth. “Ah… OH… God… Yes… I mean no!” Molly sighed as she slammed the back of her head against a row of books, unaware that her lover was in the process of removing his leather belt from his pants. “I… I don’t… oh GOD!” she moaned, again fighting her inner urges to let go and enjoy the moment, to enjoy the tantric pleasures coursing through her body like a building explosion.