**Broken in the Library Stacks**

I never thought I’d be the guy to take advantage of someone’s pain, but when Emily slid into the chair beside me in the back corner of the library, her red-rimmed eyes and bitten lips told me everything. She was broken—and I wanted to break her more.

“You look like shit,” I murmured, flipping a textbook page just for show.

She scoffed, but her voice was hollow. “Fuck you.”

I leaned in, close enough to smell the sweat on her skin, the faint cigarette smoke in her hair. “You don’t mean that.” When she didn’t pull away, I let my hand drop beneath the table, my fingers skimming the inside of her thigh. She tensed—but didn’t stop me.

That’s when I knew she *wanted* this.

Her breath hitched as my fingers pressed higher, slipping under the frayed edge of her skirt. “Oh god…” she whispered, but she spread her legs just a little.

I didn’t waste time. My fingers found her panties—already damp—and I rubbed slow circles over the thin fabric. She bit down on her lip, her chest rising fast. “You’re so fucking wet already,” I growled. “Is this why you came over here?”

She didn’t answer. Just let out a shaky moan when my fingers pushed her panties aside and slid through her slick folds. Her pussy was hot, swollen, and I curled two fingers inside without warning.

“Fuck—!” Her hips jerked, her nails digging into the table. Her cunt clenched around me, greedy, and I pumped my fingers hard, watching her breath come in ragged gasps.

“Quiet,” I warned, twisting my wrist so my palm ground against her clit. She choked back a whimper, her thighs trembling. “You don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

She shook her head, her eyes glassy.

I added a third finger, stretching her, feeling her walls flutter. “Look at you,” I muttered. “Pathetic. You’d let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you?”

Her answer was a broken sob as I crooked my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her back arch. Her pussy squeezed tight, her clit throbbing under my rough strokes. I could tell she was close—her breath was coming in little hitches, her body shaking.

But I stopped.

She whimpered, her hips chasing my fingers. “No, please—”

I unzipped my jeans, freeing my cock, already hard and leaking. “Beg.”

Her lips parted, tears welling in her eyes. “Please… I need it.”

I didn’t make her wait. I hauled her onto my lap, her skirt hiked up, her wet pussy pressing against my shaft. She gasped as I lined myself up, then sank down onto me in one slow, tight slide.

“Oh fuck—” Her voice was a wrecked whisper as she took every inch, her cunt stretching around me.

I grabbed her hips and fucked up into her, hard, making her bounce on my cock. She moaned, her tits pressed against my chest, her nails biting into my shoulders. “You feel so *full*,” I hissed, driving deeper.

She was so wet, so tight, her body clamping down like she never wanted to let go. Her pussy milked me, and I knew she was close again. “Come on my cock,” I demanded, slamming into her.

Her whole body tensed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she came, her cunt gripping me like a vice. I didn’t stop—just kept pounding into her, using her shaking body until my own release ripped through me.

I came deep inside her, filling her up, holding her hips down as she whimpered from overstimulation.

When I pulled out, she collapsed against me, her breathing ragged, her mind *gone*.

I smirked, wiping my cock on the edge of her skirt. “Now you’re *really* broken.”

She didn’t argue.