Novel Full Chapter 449: Such a Moaner (r-18)
Chapter 449: Such a Moaner (r-18)
Patricia’s trembling fingers found the small remote on the dresser.
She pressed a single button.
Soft, seductive music bloomed from the hidden speakers—slow, deep bass pulsing like a heartbeat, layered with breathy synths and a low, liquid rhythm that wrapped around the room like smoke. The sound curled into the blue neon glow, turning the air thicker, heavier, more intimate.
She tossed the remote aside without looking.
It clattered somewhere behind her.
Then she reached back, fingers curling into the front of Phei’s shirt, and pulled.
He let her lead—two steps, three—until her palms slapped flat against the floor-to-ceiling glass.
The cold pane kissed her breasts through the lace, nipples scraping stiff against the chill. Downtown Paradise glittered beyond the glass: towers of light, bridges threading gold across the black river, the entire city laid out like a glittering offering beneath them.
She braced—palms wide, forearms taut, back arched just enough to push her ass back toward him.
Phei stepped in close.
His cock—thick, rigid, trapped behind his trousers—settled into the deep cleft of her ass through the thin thong and silk.
The instant that scorching, pulsing length nestled against her crack, Phei felt like he’d been branded—her molten heat bleeding through every layer, the drenched lace clinging to his shaft like a second skin, every desperate roll of her hips dragging her slick folds along his clothed ridge in wet, obscene friction that made his balls tighten and his cock kick violently, veins throbbing so hard he could feel his own heartbeat pounding in the swollen head.
He was already leaking—thick beads of pre-cum soaking through his boxers, mixing with her mess, turning the front of his trousers dark and sticky.
Patricia moaned—low, broken, instantly wetter.
A single brush of his palms on her waist sent a violent shiver through her entire body as the Goddess Fall Touch ignited on her.
Her spine bowed deeper, thighs parting wider on instinct, and a fresh, hot flood of wetness poured from her untouched pussy—thick, glossy rivulets soaking the thong in seconds, turning the black lace glossy and transparent, clinging desperately to every swollen fold.
She felt the first touch like liquid fire exploding under her skin—every nerve screaming awake, her clit throbbing so violently it hurt, inner walls spasming and fluttering on nothing, a deep, aching emptiness that made her sob because nothing had ever felt this good, this necessary, this devastating.
Her body betrayed her instantly: slick gushed harder, thighs quaking, knees threatening to give as vulnerability crashed over her—she was a goddess reduced to this dripping, trembling thing that would crawl if he asked, all because his hands existed.
Slick slid down her inner thighs in slow, warm streams, dripping onto the black marble floor between her stockinged feet with soft, audible plinks.
She rolled her hips—slow, filthy figure-eight—grinding her ass back against his clothed cock, feeling every throbbing inch press deeper into her crack through the layers.
Each roll dragged the soaked thong aside just enough for her bare lips to kiss the rough fabric of his trousers, leaving dark, wet streaks that spread wider with every desperate circle.
Phei groaned—deep, guttural, pure animal want—his control fraying in the raw sound. Every grind sent fresh heat roaring through his cock; he could feel the exact shape of her plump outer lips kissing and sucking at the fabric over his shaft, could feel her clit dragging swollen and fever-hot along his length, every flutter of her entrance trying to pull him inside even through clothes.
His tip wept harder, the wet heat of her branding him, making him growl low against her neck because she was already ruining him without a single inch inside.
His hands moved.
One slid up her ribs, tracing the heavy underside of her breasts through the sheer lace bra—fingertips circling the stiff peaks in slow, maddening spirals, never pinching, never grabbing, just teasing until her nipples throbbed harder against the mesh, aching for more.
Each lazy circle made her tits feel heavier, nipples pulsing like live wires, sending sharp jolts straight to the clit of his seductive teacher so that more slick poured out in helpless spurts.
The other hand claimed her ass—fingers digging deep into the soft, round flesh, kneading possessively, spreading her cheeks wider so the thong strip pulled taut against her puckered hole.
He squeezed—hard—then released, watching the pale skin bloom pink under his grip, ass rippling and jiggling with every greedy roll of her hips.
His palm on her ass felt like worship and ownership at once—the way her flesh yielded, the way it jiggled back against him, the faint clench of her tight ring under the stretched lace making his cock throb so hard it hurt.
His lips found the bare slope of her back—open-mouthed kisses trailing down her spine, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin, the faint tremor beneath it.
Patricia whimpered—high, needy—head tipping back so her dark hair spilled across her shoulders.
“Please… Phei… please…” she breathed, voice cracking into a desperate whine.
Her hips never stopped—slow, rolling grinds that smeared more wetness across his bulge, the soaked thong now useless, clinging transparently to her dripping cunt, outlining every plump lip and throbbing clit.
Every brush of his fingers on her waist, every squeeze on her ass, every hot open-mouthed kiss down her spine triggered another wave of the Goddess Fall Touch.
Fresh floods of slick poured from her pussy—hotter, thicker—drenching the lace, running in glossy rivulets down her thighs, pooling at her knees, dripping steadily onto the marble with wet little splats.
Her inner walls fluttered and clenched on nothing, aching emptiness making her sob—she felt exposed, raw, owned by the simplest contact, every nerve screaming for the stretch only his cock could give, tears pricking because the pleasure was already too much and he hadn’t even entered her yet.
She pressed harder back against him—ass cheeks spreading wide around his clothed cock, the thin lace strip riding up into her crack so the blunt head nudged right against her tight asshole through fabric.
Another broken moan tore from her throat—louder, rawer.
“Please—please touch me—anywhere—everywhere—except there yet—God, I’m so wet—dripping everywhere—look at the mess I’m making for you—”
Her palms squeaked against the glass as she pushed back harder, begging with her body, with every filthy roll of her waist, every tremble of her thighs, every fresh flood of slick that soaked her stockings and puddled beneath her.
Behind her, Phei’s breathing turned ragged.
He’d dropped all of the “no” he had just a shy of moments ago and decided to fuck his teacher if that’s what she wanted.. because he wanted her more she wanted him.
There was no use of playing cool or saint anymore… both of those would be the fools in this situation.
His fingers tightened on her breast with this resolve—finally pinching the nipple through the lace, rolling it slow and firm between thumb and forefinger. The sharp tug made her gasp and buck, fresh slick jetting out in a hot little spurt that soaked his trousers further.
His other hand slid lower—thumb hooking the thong aside completely—baring her soaked pussy and tight asshole to the cool air and the city lights—but he didn’t touch her folds.
Not yet.
He simply held her open—spread wide—letting the cold air kiss her dripping cunt while his clothed cock pressed harder against her ass crack.
The sudden exposure the air that stabbed on her outer pussy before he did, made her sob louder—cool air licking her fever-hot clit and fluttering entrance, making her walls clench and gush again, a thick strand of slick stretching from her lips to the floor before snapping.
Patricia sobbed—loud, desperate—hips bucking back to chase the friction of his bulge against her bare cheeks.
“Please—fuck—please take me—claim me—make me yours today finally, Phei—right here—against the glass—let the whole city watch—”
Her voice shattered into continuous, pleading wails.
“Please—Phei—please—I need you—I need your cock so bad—please don’t make me wait—I’m dripping—I’m shaking—I’m yours—please—please—please—”
Gods… she was such a moaner!
She rolled her hips faster—frantic now—ass cheeks jiggling and rippling with every grind, slick smearing thicker across his trousers, the sharp wet schlick of her bare lips dragging over fabric filling the room.
Every touch—his hands on her waist, kneading her ass, tracing her breasts, kissing her back—sent another hot wave of wetness flooding from her core, thighs quaking, knees buckling against the glass.
She was a trembling, sobbing, dripping mess—voice reduced to one continuous, broken litany:
“Please—please—please—take me—please—fuck me—please—claim me—please—please—please—”
The music pulsed deeper.
The river glittered below.
And Patricia Bloom—braced against the window, dripping uncontrollably, trembling, begging—waited for the exact second Phei’s last shred of restraint finally snapped.
Phei’s lips never left her skin.
He started at the nape of her neck—open mouth, tongue flat and hot, dragging upward in one long, possessive lick until he reached the sensitive hollow behind her ear.
He sucked hard—teeth grazing, pulling blood to the surface—then soothed the sting with slow, wet circles of his tongue.
Patricia’s whole body jerked forward like she’d been electrocuted, palms squeaking violently on the glass, ass slamming back against his clothed cock so hard the impact made her ass cheeks ripple and jiggle obscenely.
The sudden grind crushed her soaked, bare lips along his rigid length through fabric from behind; she felt every thick cock pulsing against her, the blunt head nudging her fluttering entrance like a promise, sending a vicious throb straight through her core that made fresh slick gush out in a hot, messy flood.
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A/N:Is the moaner word correct to describe a woman who moans and doesn’t hold back her voice for what she’s feeling or want?
I do not know too!