Chapter 39: Ravishing Miss Rinten *
Chapter 39: Ravishing Miss Rinten *
[Warning: This chapter contains smut/snu snu. Please read at your own risk]
[You were in a white buttoned shirt and a pencil skirt with a small slit at the back. I could see you browsing through the books on the shelf, making sure you had everything in order. I looked at you, hunger and deviance on my mind, wanting to feel your curves under my hands. My book on Victorian literature lay forgotten as I stared at you in longing. In a moment of decision, I stood up from my seat and quietly made my way to you.
“Miss Ten,” I say to you, my voice composed, far from the storm in my heart.
“Yes, how can I help you?” you whisper back, looking delectable.
“I need your help with a problem I have encountered,” I say in a low, breathy voice.
You raise a brow as if understanding my intentions and look at the book I have abandoned on the table. You turn back to me with a quizzical expression and tilt your head to the side, revealing your neck, ripe for the biting.
I lean in closer, breathing in your scent.
“There is something I don’t understand and wish to ask you,” I would say, taking a step towards you. You have seen me looking at you before and know what is to come. You had long expected me to act on my impulses are quite surprised that it had taken me so long.
“What is it, Mr Kon?” you would ask in a timid voice, your gaze not meeting mine. You are shy in the face of my approach, contemplating if it is ethical for you to look into the eyes of a student and lust after them.
“Did you enjoy reading that story on the train yesterday?” I ask with a wide grin. Your eyes widen comically, knowing what I mean. I had read the story over your shoulder and seen how you shifted in the jam-packed train, reading about a woman offer herself up to the masses and see who would take her, and wildly did she get taken.
“You—” you splutter but there is no escaping.
“We’re in the library, Miss Ten. You wouldn’t want to raise your voice and break the rules,” I say, my hands going forward to touch your slightly reddened face.
“What do you want?” you ask, mortified.
“For you to be silent, and accept my favor.” You look stunned. “Be quiet now,” I warn, gently cupping your neck and leaning in. I press my lips gently to yours, enjoying the first taste of you, planning the wonderful things I would do to your body.
“Someone will see us,” you say shyly, but I know what you want. You want to be taken where people can see you. You want to be ridden out in the wild as people remain unaware of your passions.
“In this section?” I chuckle. “No one comes here, love. You are just dreaming.” You are putty in my hands as I press my lips to your chin and then back to your lips, moulding my body around you. Our tongues entangle and I suck on it gently, giving you the sweetness you deserve.
“You like it?” I ask, pulling back. You nod, a slight groan escaping your lips. I smile warmly and glide my hands down your sides, residing on your hips and gently tilting you towards me. I un-tuck your shirt from your skirt and slowly slide my hands underneath, feeling ripples in your stomach as you gasp from the contact.
“You want me,” I affirm, delighted. “Say you want me,” I plead, wanting confirmation.
“I want you,” you whisper when you hear me. You sound reverent, almost. I trace my finger on the swell of your breasts and gently draw circles, perking up your semi-aroused nipples, hardening them.
Seeing you excited makes me fasten my hand, pulling the other one down your skirt. I groan when I feel it. “So wet,” I murmur. “I knew you would be dripping wet for me, sweet Miss Ten.” You moan, and it is loud. I take out my hand from under your shirt and place it on your mouth, silencing you. “If you want me to stop, tap on my hand at any time. I will leave immediately.” It’s not a warning, it’s just to ensure that you are safe and indeed want me.
Your legs widen instinctively as two of my fingers slide against your entrance, slick with need. I twist them around, finally letting them enter you. You sigh, relieved at the touch. I pump slowly, pushing in and out, slower each time, until my fingers are no longer inside you. I lift my fingers and suck on one, moaning at the taste of you. I offer you the other, seeing the hungry look in your eyes. You quickly suck on it as if it were my member you were sucking on, nibbling at my finger before I pull it away.
“So filthy,” I comment with a growl, grabbing you and pushing you up against the bookshelf. The shelf rattles a bit, scaring you. You clutch onto me, holding yourself up and trying not to lean against the shelf.
“Let go,” I command you. I pull at your skirt, raising it up to your waist and then attack my pants, opening them in record time. “I can’t take it anymore,” I say and you nod with need. I position myself at your entrance and thrust in hard, earning a squeal from you.
“You’re breaking the rules,” I tease. I push myself deeper, and I feel you push up against me, one leg wrapped around my waist. Taking the cue, I grab your other leg and put it over my waist, as well, letting you balance yourself between my body and the shelf. You look startled at the depth and brazen attitude. You look around to see if anyone is there, but I am beyond caring at that point.
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