I get up and see her standing near my book case, checking out all my books, her fingers drifting over all the books like they’re treasures to her. They probably are. To me, they’re just books I used to read, but can’t remember a thing from.
Her curly hair drops down her shoulders and gently wafts back and forth, and it compliments her beautiful body. I like looking at her, the way her feet barely make any sound as they touch the floor, the way she explores my secrets with great interest, the curves and lines of her body. Her luscious, perky ass catches my attention as she shifts her weight from one foot to another. Thoughts about grabbing her ass and pinning her to the book case shoot through my mind. I can’t stop looking. And I can’t stop licking my lip in anticipation of what could happen if I just took what I wanted. And what I want is her.
I’m not even thinking about it before stalking toward her. I want her so badly, the wantonness is taking control of my mind. Consuming me. I need to be close to her, need to know what she’s thinking when she’s seeing the real me. I need her to tell me she’ll accept me the way I am.
Before I know it, I’m up against her back, breathing in and out like the horny motherfucker I am. I’m enthralled by her pinewood scent, and inhale it as much as I can. She’s like a drug to me, one that can take away the pain.
She’s frozen in place, her breath hitching in her throat. I watch her fingers linger on a book, and I say, “I used to read a lot when I was little.”
“I can see …” she mumbles.
“You like books a lot, don’t you?” I lower my head and lean over her shoulder, trying to peer into her vast eyes. She’s shivering in place, her body giving in to temptation by leaning against mine. Hmmm … I love the feel of that. Makes me want to dig my fingers into her hip and grind up against her. It’s hard not to.
She takes in a sharp breath, but it’s not because of what I thought, which was me. “Oh my God! You’ve read Harry Potter? God, it’s been ages since I last saw that book.”
I laugh, and she turns around with her eyes wide open and her lips parted in a way that makes me want to push my tongue inside her mouth.
But the way she talks makes me think she’s surprised by the fact that I actually read. “I told you, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Reading is … difficult. But if I have the patience, I enjoy it.”
I step closer, towering over her, giving me a sense of power. It’s hard not to take advantage of the situation right now, but I’m holding back as much as I can. I don’t think it’s wise to start this with her. We both might want it, but that doesn’t make it okay.
I reach for the book she was looking at and take it out. If she likes it so much, she should have it. There’s not much I can do, but if this makes her happy, then why not?
“You can have it.” I hold out the book in front of her, and she can barely take it from my hands without looking like she’s about to faint. She stutters, and I’m not sure what she wants to say, but I can sure as hell tell she’s just as affected by me like I am by her. She’s all that’s on my mind the moment I’m around her, and I’m going crazy with desire. Adrenaline pumps through my body, my blood thickening my cock, stretching my pants to the limit. She’s here, right now, and I could take her and make her mine.
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