Wren
A WEEK LATER
Stepping to the library door, I turned the lock and dimed the lights.
Treading back over to the desk, I grabbed my phone and placed it on do not disturb.
Tonight, I plan on getting lost in a book.
Picking up my throw blanket and tumbler, I went over to my favorite swivel chair and took a seat.
I turned on the lamp on the end table and popped my book open.
A good hour had passed when I heard a noise come from the front of the library. No one is supposed to be in here with me. There weren’t any weddings for the night. Shutting my book, I got up from the chair and crept toward the front to find the door cracked open.
Now, I ain’t no white woman to be in here asking if somebody is there, when clearly someone was. There’s nothing in here I can use for a weapon but books and chairs. I’ll be beating their ass with a chair like Maniac did Cassius.
Backing up from the door, I spun on my heels and tiptoed back to the chair to grab my phone and call the police. When I bent the corner, my heart fell into my ass.
“Why do you have to do shit like that?” I asked Maniac as he sat in my chair with my phone in his hand.
“You weren’t answering the phone. I came by here to see if you were still at work and when I saw yo’ truck outside, I welcomed myself inside to make sure you were safe.”
“Yo’ way of making sure I’m safe is gon’ give me a heart attack.”
“Good girl better taste, huh?” he asked, referring to the book I was reading.
“Yeah.” I nipped the corner of my lower lip. That book was turning me on.
Maniac lifted to his feet, grabbed the book from the end table and carried it over to me. “Read me something from it.” The book stretched in my direction, and I took it.
I flipped the book open to no page in particular and started reading. “Look at the way you’re dripping down my fingers. I love when you make a mess for Big Daddy.” Our gaze synced.
“You wanna make a mess for me?” he asked, filling in the same gap between us. My breathing labored.
“Yes,” I answered, barely audible. He backed me up against the bookshelf behind me.
“I think you already made a mess.” His hand slithered down the front of my skirt and made its way into my panties.
“Mmhm.” He glided his middle finger between my slits and slipped it into my dripping wet pussy.
I was already moist from reading, but seeing him standing here in the flesh, I wanted him and I wanted all of him.
He eased his finger out of me and sucked my juices off it. “You want me?”
“Yes.”
Hiking my skirt over my hips, he pushed my panties to the side and lifted my right leg. “How much?”
“So bad,” I whispered, brushing the tip of my nose against his.
“Prove it.” He whipped his dick out and placed it at my opening. The book slipped from my clutches when he entered me.
“Ungh.” He thrust, rocking the bookshelf. I gripped it to hold my balance. “I’ve been thinking about this.” My lips pressed against his neck.
His hand wrapped around my throat, penning me against the bookshelf. “When I call, you answer that phone. You hear me?” I didn’t respond, my mind was focused on the climax that was building inside me.
His grip on my neck grew stronger, intensifying the sensation inside me. “You don’t hear me fucking talking to you?”
“Fuck, yes, I hear you!”
“You been a bad girl. Hold that nut ’til I tell you that you can cum.”
“Bu-bu—”
“Hold that shit.”
I clenched down on my teeth, praying that I’d be able to hold this. My juices flowed down my inner thigh.
“I—I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” He moaned in my ear, fucking my head up even more.
“Please. I wanna cum.”
“How badly?” The tip of his tongue brushed against my lips.
“So bad.” My eyes shot open and I stared him into his. The way he looked at me, he’s never looked at me that way before.
“I love you,” left his lips.
“I know.” His grip grew tighter, and I could feel the life leaving my lungs.
“Cum. Cum with me.”
At the drop of a dime, I came, screaming like a wounded animal. He released inside me and waited ’til the pulse left his dick before removing it from me. Maniac planted my foot back on the floor and I eased my skirt back down over my hips.
“Collect yo’ stuff. We going home.”
I don’t care what anyone says, when that man tells me to do something, I jumped. It turns me on so badly. I don’t think I’m ever coming up off him.