Forbidden Desires: Short Filthy Stories

THE LIBRARY LUST (III)

Chapter 3

Elena’s POV

I froze with Dr Marcus's c**k buried inside me, my p***y clenching in the after shock of orgasm. The knock on the library door echoed again, and the voice was louder this time.

“Elena? Are you in there?” Sarah’s voice called out very sharply and was filled with annoyance.

My roommate. She must have been searching the entire campus for me. My heart jumped, mixing with panic and the sweetness of Marcus stretching inside of me.

He didn’t pull out; instead, he pressed his lips against my ears, his voice a low growl.

“Not a sound,” he commanded. “If not I’ll f**k you right through until you scream my name for her to hear.

I nodded frantically, tears of overwhelmed pleasure stinging my eyes.

He felt so thick, so deep that every thrust made my walls clench around him.

And I loved how dominant he was, how he owned my body even now.

Sarah knocked once then muttered something about me being “a weird nerd who disappears every night” Then the sound of her footsteps faded only then did Marcus let go.

He slammed into me with raw force, pushing it all in. “Come for me again,” he growled in my ear, one hand gripping my hip. “Milk my c**k like the desperate slut you are.”

The filthy words and the way he claimed me so possessively pushed me over instantly and I shattered in a choked whimper. My p***y pulsing and squeezing around him as another orgasm ripped through me.

Marcus groaned low and deep, burying himself whole as he came hard inside me. Hot and thick come flooded my p***y marking me from the inside.

He kept thrusting through it, slow and deliberate, like he wanted every drop to stay where it belonged. I loved it. The way he f****d me senseless, like he’d been starving for me as long as I’d fantasized about him.

We stayed locked together for some moments, breathing ragged with the smell of s*x and old books hanging in the air.

My body felt deliciously used and sore in the best way. Dr. Marcus finally pulled out, c*m leaking from my inner thighs.

He still used his fingers to push some of it back inside me, his touch surprisingly gentle yet commanding.

“Keep me inside you tonight,” he murmured, pressing the spare keycard into my palm. “Text me when you’re safe.”

I straightened my clothes as best as I could, my legs were still shaking when I slipped out of the library first, limping across the dark campus back to my hostel.

Every step sent a sweet ache through my p***y, reminding me of how well he had f****d me and stretched me, I smiled sheepishly in the dark shadows.

I loved how Professor Hale f****d me senseless. One night wasn’t enough, I already craved more.

When I finally pushed the door to our shared room open, Sarah was pacing, arms crossed.

“Where the hell have you been all night?” She demanded. “I looked everywhere for you; the cafeteria, I even banged like five times at the library door!”

I just shrugged, trying hard not to wince as I sat carefully on my bed. My thighs are still trembling and my p***y is tender and slick from his come.

“Just… lost track of time studying in one of the back rooms. Sorry.”

Sarah narrowed her question-filled eyes, scanning me from my messy bun to the faint redness of my neck where he had bitten me.

“You're weird. You’re limping and you’re acting strange, is everything okay?”

“Nothing happened.” I lied. “Probably sore from sitting for so long, going to shower after, and then go to bed.

She didn’t look fully convinced, muttering something under her breath as I headed to the bathroom.

Under the shower, his c*m still trickled down my thighs. I bit my lips remembering every thrust, every command. God! I loved how he f****d me.

The next morning in class, the air changed, it was charged.

With Dr. Marcus standing in front of the class, lecturing on a rare manuscript, in that deep, controlled voice that made my heart flutter.

But his eyes kept finding mine across the room, every time our eyes met, a fresh gush of wetness soaked my panties, I shifted on my seat, pressing my thighs together.

But I had to control myself when I caught Sarah’s eyes darting between me and professor Hale.

I was still sore from last night but the ache still made me want him more, one hard f**k in the library wasn’t enough.

I needed him again, I needed him to bend me over his desk and f**k me all over again.

Class ended. Students started leaving, when Dr. Marcus’s voice cut through the air. Professional, yet laced with command.

“Miss Voss, a word in my office please.”

My pulse spiked with anticipation. I gathered my books slowly trying to look normal.

Sarah was waiting by the doorway, watching me closely. What if she found out about last night? I thought to myself.

“Elena?” She called as I passed. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting really off since last night.”

“I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just need to discuss my thesis. See you later.”

She didn’t look convinced. As I headed down the corridor towards Dr. Marcus’s office, I heard soft footsteps behind me. It was quiet and deliberate.

Was she following me? Suspicious little b***h. The thrill of it made me wetter, my sore p***y throbbing with fresh need.

I reached his office door, knocked once, and slipped inside. Dr. Marcus was already waiting, eyes ranking over me possessively as the door clicked behind me.

“Shut it,” he ordered.

I did, my heart hammering with excitement