Seeing Chloe like this is the sexiest thing in the goddamn world.

I drop to my knees and pull her ass towards me. There's a wild look in her pretty eyes as I lick my lips and force my way between her legs.

She knows this is wrong. Fucking in public like this. Being pleasured by a man where anyone can walk in and see. But it turns her on so much. In fact, I think it might even get her off that possibility. Because she's wet. She's practically begging for it, with the way she's looking at me.

I can tell she really wants it in the first few seconds when I've got my mouth on her pretty little cunt and her clit beneath my tongue.

Normally, Chloe is too fucking brilliant. She's so goddamn intelligent that it's hard to keep up with her sometimes, and I consider myself pretty fucking clever in my own right. She's sunshine, and she shines so bright that you practically need sunglasses just to bask in the glow of everything she is.

I bet she gives lesser men complexes. They can't handle being around a woman like her. So quick and so charming. So sassy. So perfect. Lesser men can't wrap their heads around women like Chloe. They like to think they can, but at the end of the day they just can't fucking cut it. She's too much for them to hold.

That's why we work so well together, Chloe and I. She needs someone at least at par with her. Out of all the men in this city, I'm the only one who seems to be able to keep up with her. On the phone, texting dirty messages back and forth like horny teenagers. Out on the town, trading witty barbs and teasing each other.

And, best of all, in the bedroom.

God, I bet that drives other men crazy too. Chloe’s practically insatiable when she's like this, one orgasm in and already starving for another. It's one of my favorite things about her, really. One is never enough for Chloe. As soon as she's had her first, she's ready for more.

She's an exciting challenge because she needs a man who knows what the fuck he's doing between her legs. And in that department, we're as compatible sexually as we are intellectually.

I tease her into it. I know how fucking crazy that makes her, which only makes my cock that much harder. I like the way she grabs the back of my head, twisting her fingers into my hair as my lips press against her knee and I begin to kiss my way up her thigh.

I like the way she tries to pull my mouth up to her cunt. Insistently. Like if she doesn't come again soon, she's going to go insane.

Insane is exactly where I want her. Insane is absolutely fucking perfect.

I resist the temptation, even though I want it almost just as bad. My cock is stiff and hungry for her. My mouth would give anything for a taste of Chloe's sweet cunt. I can smell how wet the first orgasm has left her.

Chloe's smell is addictive. I could keep my head between her legs all fucking day. But right now, I need to pace myself. Drive her to the edge, just to the brink of madness, then watch as she thrashes against my mouth while she tumbles over it.

I keep kissing. Slowly. Lustily. Savoring the soft, velvety skin of Chloe's smooth, gorgeous inner thigh. Laughing to myself as she continues to try and take what she wants from me. She won't give up on trying to pull my mouth against her pussy, which is hotter than I ever could have imagined.

Silly girl. I'm stronger than her, whether she wants to admit it or not. She can try all she wants. In fact, I fucking welcome it, because it makes my cock throb. But when push comes to shove, she's going to have to realize that I'm not some idiot boy who can only try to control her.

Outside of this, she can be as strong and in charge and bossy and demanding as she wants.

But when I'm taking Chloe's body, she's going to have to accept that I'm conquering her. That she's not in charge here; I am.

"God," she moans. "Fucking lick me already, Aaron."

"Mmm," I hum back, biting into her thigh. I'm almost there. So close, we can both almost taste it. But not quite yet.

"Do you want it, baby?"

"You know I do," she snarls.

That's right, Chloe. Get angry. Get mad at me.

It will make it that much easier to lose control.

"Please," she gasps, letting go of the anger and shifting tone. "Please, Aaron. I need your mouth."

That's even more amusing. Now she's trying to appeal to my softer side. The part of me that loves making her come and wants nothing more than to pamper her like the queen she is. Her voice is a sweet little whimper. I love Chloe begging just as much as I like seeing her mad.

"Please what, baby?"

"Please fuck me!" she cries out.

Her fingers twist painfully in my hair. She's getting desperate, so fucking close.

I position my mouth just over her cunt. Deliberately, I blow a hot breath over it, feeling the humidity of her wetness on my lips.

"Beg, Chloe. Beg like the bitch you are."

"Aaron, please! I'll do anything! Anything you want."

"Call me master."

Chloe bites her lip. For a second, I'm not sure she's going to. But just as I pull my mouth back…

"Please, master! Make me come. Make me come!"

"Call me…Daddy."

Chloe's face contorts into the sweetest fucking pout I've ever seen.

"Daddy! Lick me, daddy. Take my cunt. I need you!"

It's too fucking much. Even for me.

As much as I love torturing Chloe like this…she's too fucking gorgeous. I can't deny her anymore.

I can't deny her anything.

I kiss her cunt and claim her clit with my tongue, realizing that as much as I was teasing her, I was trying to prove something to myself, too.

I thought I could resist her, but as it turns out, there's only so much one man can take.

"Oh my God, yes," Chloe hisses. She shoves my mouth even harder against her pussy, grinding her clit against my tongue as she whimpers and moans. "Take me, Daddy. Give it to me good. Just like that! Oh! Oh God, yes! YES!"

She's being loud. Slutty. Too fucking sexy for her own good. If we don't get shushed by some nosy librarian in the next few seconds, she's going to make me lose control myself.

And then it happens. She orgasms against my tongue. Her hot, creamy honey gushing over my lips and down my chin. When that happens, I fucking know.

It doesn't matter who walks in on us now. Edmond Rostand himself would walk in, and he'd just have to fucking watch as I lift Chloe up, flip her on her stomach and bend her over the library cart like the dirty little slut she is.

"Put it in me," she growls.

I grab her hips and pull myself up, positioning my cock over her hot, dripping cunt. My huge, stiff tip nestles between her slick pussy lips. She's still throbbing against me. It's like her cunt is trying to get hold of my cock. I grab it up and pull it inside.

Chloe's body was made to be fucked like this. Hard. Intensely. Publicly, so everyone can see the way I put her in her place: beneath me, moaning, cunt full of my cock and my name on her lips.

"You're a dirty fucking whore, Chloe," I growl. "Say it."

"I am! I'm a dirty whore," she whines back. "So fuck me like one!"

I oblige. My cock is thick enough, and Chloe's sweet pussy is tight enough, that it's a hard fit. I have to go slow, slower than I like, just to slip the head of my dick inside of her. But once I get there, it's the most natural thing in the world. I can feel my thickness stretching her out, but Chloe's pussy keeps throbbing, coating me with her juices.

Nature wins out in the end, and I lose myself completely. I fuck her fast and raw. My hips slamming into her gorgeous ass again and again. Chloe's moans echo through the bookshelves, high and clear and loud as she wants to make them.

As we come together, my hot seed pumping into Chloe's spasming womb, I think I might hear the hint of an obligatory librarian-flavored shhhhhh.

But I’m balls-deep in Chloe’s body and intoxicated by her scent. If anyone has a problem with us, we're just too hot, too drunk on each other and too deep in lust and orgasm to fucking care.