Though her hands were trembling, Sade gently moved her palms over my chest, applying a little pressure as she went down to my nipples and, to my surprise, rubbed over it.
"It's hard but at the sa ti soft," the woman said, biting her lips.
Everything was going perfectly well, till Sade gathered her courage and looked up at . The grin on my face made her eyes widen, and imdiately she pushed backward and moved to the left, away from .
"What are you doing."
"You an what are we doing," I corrected, my eyes going to her chest, which had on just her bra to hold her big pointy nipples.
"Don't look," she crossed her hands over it.
"Or what?" I replied, moving forward.
A different woman—even if she wanted it—would take steps backward, but not Sade.
She matched my predatory stare with a hard gaze and stood her ground, looking up at even as I put my hands around her waist and pulled her close.
Sade wanted to say sothing, but then she gasped, and the reason for that was the hard, hard rod which was pressing against her stomach and her thighs.
"How many tis have you ever pictured this scenario?"
"I've never."
"Seriously?" I asked, seeing that she wasn't joking.
"Must you always be so rough and sexual? We are humans, not animals that are controlled by our basic instincts."
"Aren't we classified as mammals?"
"Yes, but we are blessed to have a high thinking faculty. We should make use of that."
"So then what about our carnal desires—our need to mate?" I said, leaning down and kissing Sade's neck, my hands going to her butt and grabbing them, my fingers finding them to be very soft.
"Those are for procreation. Do you want to procreate with ?"
Grabbing Sade's ass cheeks and pulling them apart, feeling a shiver run through her, I paused with my kisses and looked at her.
"Do you want to procreate?"
"If it's with you, I find myself very accepting, but I have criteria which you must et to father my child."
"Is that so."
Giving no warning, I took my hands to Sade's thighs and lifted her up, giving her so seconds to instinctively wrap her hands around my neck, and then I carried her forward.
"Where are we going?" Sade asked, her voice ek and shaky as she buried her face in my neck.
It was obvious that she had never been in such a position, and it was making her extrely shy.
"Back to the table."
I felt Sade's body relax a little but paid it no mind. When we reached the front part of the library, I went for a table clear of books and, pulling out a chair, took a seat.
"This isn't the..."
"Yeah, I know," I answered, my hands returning to Sade's butt, watching as her face turned tomato red while she tried to co to terms with the fact that she was sitting on my boner, feeling the thick length of my cock pressing against her rear.
"Do you want to ask how big my dick is or tell about your criteria?"
I was just teasing, but of course, Sade took it as a challenge. In a second, the discomfort she felt cleared from her face, and she even adjusted herself on my lap.
Looking at , an arrogant and superior look claid Sade's face, and an aura suffocating with pride poured out of her and washed over as she began listing her criteria.
"You must understand by now that I have very rich parents, but what you don't understand is how rich, so I'll spell it to you.
My dad isn't on any Forbes list or so, so don't go searching, but he's worth at least 100 billion.
Whether you believe or not, I don't care, but that fact brings us to my first criteria, which is that the father of my child needs to be richer than him.
Second, I understand not everyone can be as intelligent as , so I'm willing to lower my standards, but that doesn't an I'll be taking any Tom and Dick.
My kids deserve the best of both worlds, can't have their father diluting my intelligence.
Third, he needs to be physically strong and skilled. Money goes a long way in offering safety, but so does personal strength.
I don't want a man who will whimper and snivel behind if our guards get taken out.
Fourth, I want a human, not a beast. I actually didn't have this criteria before, but eting you has made add it. I don't want a man whose mind revolves around sex. It's barbaric.
While there are still others, the last on my list—which just so happens to be the most important—is that my man has to be obedient.
Soone who listens, a person that follows my directive and understands that they have to give their best.
If you want the privilege of mating with , Marcus, these are the criteria you must be willing to fulfill."
"Hmm. You sound like a little girl telling her daddy what she wished for."
"Are you making a mockery of what I just said?"
While Sade spoke, my blood had been boiling within .
That Sade could manifest her aura wasn't too surprising when one thought of the environnt she stayed in, but for it to be suffused with so much pride—it told of how much she had attained in life.
"How old is she, really?"
It seed Sade was a genius, maybe sothing even more, and now, seeing the snobbish look on her face, I just wanted to take her into her room of fa and fuck her deep in the ass.
"I'm not making a mockery, honey, I'm just thinking of how I'm going to fuck your ass."
Sitting on my lap, Sade looked at condescendingly at my words, but before she could let out a word, I ripped the bra on her chest, freeing her lons and letting her pointy nipples dangle before my eyes.
My throat thirsted, and I wasted no ti gobbling a nipple, but I had just begun sucking when a strict feminine voice sounded from behind.
"What are the two of you doing?"
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