THE MILLIONAIRE AND THE LIBRARIAN (2 page)

She broke away, panting and confused. "Mr. Duncan. Please."

"Please what, Tory?" He sounded breathless as he lowered her skirt, pulling shoes off as he pulled it over her feet. She had to hold onto his shoulders for balance, realizing that she had never even felt him undo the fastenings of her skirt.

"This isn't right, Mr. Duncan. We can't do this." She tried to sound firm but her will was breaking.

As he caressed her pussy lips softly through her panties, teasing her, her will completely shattered. She moaned as his other hand teased her breast.

"You're wet, Tory," he whispered as his tongue traveled gently over the edges of her ear.

Her face flamed. Her pussy was drenched. Her panties had been damp since he first touched her tits through her sweater.

His fingers grew more demanding as he lowered her panties and caressed her slit, gliding through her dewey softness to her clit.

She moaned, helpless to fight her rising desire. This man could make her crazy. His hands, tongue and mouth created a blaze through her body that she couldn't control. The feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him was nearly her undoing.

She reached for the fastenings of his jeans to free his cock. She needed to feel him, touch him. As though impatient, he finished the job, lowering his briefs and jeans down his legs and pulling them off.

He stood before her naked and she gasped. He was beautiful. His body long and lean, his cock fully erect.

She reached out and stroked from his chest to his groin, relishing the feel of his skin, rejoicing in his swiftly indrawn breath of pleasure as she stroked his cock. She circled the tip with her finger, spreading his pre-cum moisture around the head. She needed to taste him. Coming to her knees she drew the engorged head into her mouth, sucking softly, running her tongue over him as he moaned his approval. With her hand over the shaft, she sucked as much of his rod as she could take into her mouth. He tasted like desire and she swallowed him with passion.

His hand came to her hair, guiding her head as she moved up and down on his shaft. "Yes. Suck me Tory. Suck me hard. That feels so good."

He slid to the floor, groaning as he hit the plush carpet. She still had her hand around his shaft and she started to lower her head again, but he swung her around on top of him.

She knew what he planned and her cunt flooded, imagining his hot mouth on her needy cunt. She straddled his face and he grabbed her ass to lower her pussy to his hungry mouth. He tortured her with licks and nips to her inner thighs as his tongue slid closer to her needy cunt. As his tongue licked along her slit, she whimpered. He devoured. She moaned. His tongue and mouth drove her to a level of need she had never experienced. He ate her with a animalistic need, stroking, sucking, swallowing her honey.

She lowered her head to his cock, needing him to experience the same pleasure that was thrumming through her body. She stroked him hard with her wet, slippery hand and her hot mouth, telling him with every stroke what he was doing to her cunt.

They writhed together, like one big, hot flame, their sounds of pleasure entwining just like their needy bodies.

Tory felt his fingers enter her tight, sizzling channel. His tongue laved on her bud as his fingers fucked her possessively, roughly, invading her until she felt herself start to spasm around them.

She kept stroking his cock as she orgasmed, moving her hand over him in time with her spasms as she threw her head back and screamed her release. "Luke, Oh my God, Luke."

She was consumed, mindless to anything but the spasms of ecstasy taking over her body. Luke gave her no reprieve. He continued to lave her cunt, consuming her juices like a man dying of thirst.

She was trembling hard in the aftermath. Never had she orgasmed like that. It was glorious and it was terrifying. She had lost complete control.

She lowered her head, wanting to taste Luke again, wanting him to cum hard.

Luke lifted her off of him and pulled her into a hot embrace, his arms encircling her, his mouth hot and wild. He carried her to a big, leather couch, never releasing her mouth while he placed her on the cool material and came down on top of her.

He released her mouth and traveled down her neck. "I didn't want to cum in your mouth. I have to fuck you. I need to bury myself deep into that sweet tight, wet cunt." He sounded desperate and wild.

She pulled his head back to look him in the eye. His face was flushed and his eyes were nearly feral with need.

She wanted him. She wanted him so badly it was painful. She was grinding her pussy against his leg, needing the stimulation.

"Yes, take me. Fuck me with your big cock. I need to feel you fuck me hard and fast. Please, Luke," she panted and gasped her reply.

He spread her legs and ran his hand possessively over her pussy. He brought his rock hard cock up to her hot, aching opening and plunged hard and fast. He was buried to his balls and filled her, stretched her. She heard him groan and her body quivered, loving the sensation of being stretched and taken.

"Fuck me, Luke," she pleaded, lost completely.

He stroked her in strong, hard thrusts. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her feet pushing on his rock hard ass cheeks, urgently grasping his ass as his cock slid in and out of her hungry cunt. Her body's urgency increased until she could barely stand it any longer. She thrashed and moved against him, sweat making their bodies damp and their skin slick. Her orgasm came swift and hard, rocking her body with spasms that she could feel everywhere. She hung onto him tightly as found her release, nearly sobbing as he continued to pump her. She milked his cocked, squeezing his shaft as he came, flooding her deep inside with his fluid. He let out a moan as he found his release, grabbing her ass and pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible.

Neither one of them spoke. Luke slipped out of her after several moments and moved beside her. He held her as they recovered their breath.

Tory was trying to recover her mind. She knew she had lost it for quite some time. This man had just given her the most incredible experience of her life. How did one recover after that?

She buried her face in his neck, astounded at her behavior. She had been wanton, uninhibited, crazy. It was totally unlike her, and yet, she knew it was a part of her now.

"That was....incredible." Luke had finally found his voice and it held a touch of awe and wonder.

"Yes...it was." Tory felt like there was something more she should say, but she couldn't put it into words. "I didn't take your money, Luke."

"I know," he told her in a husky voice as he kissed the top of her head. "I thought I had one hundred dollars and two cents. But I forgot that I gave the pennies to Ernie for his piggy bank."

"Two pennies," she cried indignantly as she pulled back to look at his face. "You threatened my job over two cents." She started to get up off of the couch but he caught her around the waist and pulled her up tight against him.

"I left the wallet on purpose, Tory. I knew you would find it and call me. Don't get mad. My platinum cards have a lot of credit. I trusted you with a lot." His face was serious, his look sheepish.

"Why?," she huffed. "Just for this? Just for a conquest? I guess it worked."

"Why would I do this for a conquest? That makes no sense, Tory, and you are the most sensible, intelligent woman I know." He looked sincerely perplexed. "I've been chasing after you for almost a year. This is not about a conquest."

"You asked me out a few times--"

"Twenty eight times. There is only so much rejection a guy can take," he answered with exasperation. "I asked you nearly every Friday. Sometimes I'd skip one if my pride was still damaged. I stopped two months ago altogether, but I couldn't stop the way that I felt."

Her heart flip flopped. Twenty eight times? He seemed to be counting. Had she really turned him down that many times? "Then why did you keep trying?"

"Because I think you are worth it," he answered sincerely. "Because I couldn't believe what I felt was just me. Or I hoped it wasn't just me. I thought we clicked. I thought we could have something special."

Tory felt the ice around her heart melt, dissolving in a puddle and absorbing. She skipped a heartbeat as asked him, "Do you....do this a lot?" She motioned generally at their naked bodies.

He started to laugh, a full out belly laugh that kept him from answering. He was still chuckling as he caught his breath and replied. "Blackmail somebody for sex you mean? You're the first and the last."

"Sleep around a lot with willing women?"

He caught her eyes and his were filled with honesty as he answered, "I haven't had a date in a year. And I don't take sex casually."

Tory was filled with remorse. She had judged him unfairly. She had assumed that since he was loaded and good looking that he was playboy. "I'm sorry."

"For what," he inquired curiously. "I think I'm the guilty party here."

"I misjudged you. I saw you as trouble and a playboy just because you had money and you were handsome. I just figured you were a "party every night with a different woman" sort of guy." She gave him a mischievous look. "I should know better than anyone not to judge a book by it's cover."

"That would be hard to do since I avoid parties unless I really have to attend. I would rather be home with a good book in my Jacuzzi. Unless it's a private party," he told her wickedly, raising one eyebrow.

"How private?" Her voice was low and soft.

"You and me, naked in the jacuzzi with a good glass of wine. Books are optional." His voice was warm, his tone hopeful.

"Now that sounds like my idea of the perfect party." She shot him a sexy look and she felt the evidence of his desire against her thigh. She pulled his head to hers and as their lips met she murmured, "We can save the books for later."

"Much later," he agreed heartily as he met her embrace.

They got no reading done for the rest of the night.

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This story is a part of ‘
’The Pleasure Of His Punishment: Erotic Sex Stories Of Sexual Submission, Collection 2
’’.

(Also check ‘’
The Pleasure Of His Punishment: Erotic Sex Stories Of Sexual Submission Collection 1
’’)

Collection 2 includes the following stories:

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:

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Little did she know that Brody was tired of seeing her weep over a city boy who didn't deserve her tears. Jenna owed him a forfeit and he was planning to collect in a whole new way. Jenna was about to see a dangerous side of Brody that she had never seen before. Should she fight his dominance of her body or should she give into the most glorious pleasure she has ever known?

Just What The Doctor Ordered
:

Lacy Tucker has a no good, cheating ex-husband, lots of debt, a house she can't afford (courtesy of her ex-husband) and a very unruly dog. When her German Shepherd digs under Dr Ryan Logan's fence and gets into his yard, the dog destroys Dr. Logan's specially bred roses. Lacy is broke and can't repay him.
Dr. Ryan Logan isn't interested in Lacy's money. But she has something else he would gladly take in payment, so he offers her a unique payment plan. It's guaranteed to satisfy both partners in every way. Lacy is reluctant. It's wrong. But Dr Ryan Logan uses his persuasive powers to seal the deal...for both of their pleasures!

Wicked Romance Of A Vampire
:

Kelly Hunter is a psychic that talks to ghosts. Max Duran is a vampire. After they bump into each other (literally) they start a psychic conversation that is Kelly's first communication with a live person. (Or an undead, solid one anyway!) Even though he can be irritatingly arrogant, she comes to grudgingly rely on talking to Max to relieve her loneliness.
Max knows Kelly Hunter is his mate. He has waited hundreds of years for his opportunity to have her with him forever and he will do anything to possess her.
When Kelly is blackmailed by Max to go to him in person...she's furious. But she's about to find out just how devious a vampire can think. Will she run away from fate...or will Max show her just how much pleasure there is in being wicked?