My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 462: Teacher’s Morning

Phei’s mouth left hers with a wet, slow pull—lips parting on a shared, ragged breath, tongues lingering in one last filthy glide, tasting each other like they were starving, before he finally broke away.

Patricia’s eyes fluttered open—dark, glassy, pupils blown so wide the gold morning light pouring through the glass barely registered in them. Her lips were swollen, slick with spit and need, parted on shallow pants that made her heavy tits rise and fall against his chest.

He didn’t speak.

He simply hooked his big hands under her thighs—thighs red from gripping her all night, possessive, unyielding—and lifted her in one smooth, effortless motion, like she weighed nothing.

Her legs parted instinctively, wrapping tight around his waist as he turned them both.

The towel fell away somewhere between one heartbeat and the next—sliding to the floor in a soft heap—leaving him bare against her.

His thick cock—still heavy and flushed from the night, veins pulsing thick and dark, head swollen and glistening—slid along the slick valley of her pussy without entering, the ridged underside dragging through her swollen outer lips in one long, deliberate, teasing glide that made her whole body jerk.

Patricia moaned—low, shattered, almost animal—head tipping back against the pillow, throat exposed in a long, vulnerable arch, dark hair fanning out like spilled ink across the navy sheets.

He carried her the few steps to the wide, low chaise at the foot of the bed—grey velvet, plush and decadent, wide enough for two bodies to tangle and ruin—and sat down with her straddling him, her knees sinking deep into the cushion on either side of his hips.

The position forced her open—thighs spread obscenely wide, pussy hovering just above his cock, swollen pink lips parted and dripping, inner folds creamy and fluttering, fat clit throbbing visibly against the cool morning air.

The river view stretched endless behind them through the floor-to-ceiling glass—gold and white light dancing on black water, towers glittering like struck matches—but neither of them looked at it.

They only looked at each other.

Phei’s hands slid up her thighs—slow, reverent, thumbs tracing the sensitive inner creases until they reached the soft crease where leg met hip.

He gripped her there, fingers digging into plush flesh, spreading her wider so her cunt opened like a flower right above his shaft—puffy outer lips parting further, inner petals glistening, entrance winking and leaking fresh slick in thick, glossy beads that dripped straight onto his cockhead.

The Goddess Fall Touch ignited the second his palms settled fully on her bare skin.

A violent shiver ripped through her entire body.

Her pussy clenched hard on nothing—inner walls fluttering visibly, rippling in desperate spasms—and a fresh, hot flood of slick poured out, thick and glossy, coating the head of his cock in one long, sticky string that stretched taut then snapped against his abs with a wet slap.

Patricia moaned—loud, needy, voice cracking—hips rolling forward on pure instinct, trying to grind her dripping folds along his length, trying to coat every veined inch in her cream.

“Phei—your hands—God—everywhere you touch—it’s like fire—please—”

He didn’t let her chase.

He held her suspended—ass hovering just above his thighs—while his palms slid higher, cupping the full, soft cheeks of her ass.

Fingers kneaded deep into the plush flesh, spreading her wide, thumbs brushing the puckered ring of her asshole in slow, teasing circles—light pressure at first, then firmer, using the thick slick leaking from her cunt as lube so his thumbs glided wet and easy, making her tight hole wink and flutter open greedily with every pass.

She sobbed—high, broken, desperate—hips jerking involuntarily, ass cheeks rippling and jiggling under his grip, soft flesh bouncing with every tiny tremor as more slick gushed from her entrance, dripping down his shaft in hot rivers, pooling on his heavy balls and soaking the velvet beneath them.

“Please—touch me more—your hands feel so good—everywhere—please—don’t stop—”

He obliged.

One hand stayed on her ass—kneading deep, spreading her wider, thumb circling her tight asshole in wet, filthy rings while the tip pressed just enough to make it clench and flutter—while the other slid up her spine, tracing every vertebra with calloused fingertips, then around to cup one heavy breast.

He rolled the stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger—slow, firm—then pinched just enough to make her gasp and arch hard, tits bouncing full and flushed as she leaned forward, desperate for more contact, nipples scraping his chest like hard little diamonds.

“More—please

—don’t stop—your hands—I can’t—fuck—I need them everywhere—”

He kissed her throat—open-mouthed, sucking gently, teeth grazing just enough to leave faint red marks—while his hands roamed.

Palms glided down her sides—thumbs brushing the sensitive undersides of her breasts, then lower, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips—then back up, cupping her face, thumbs stroking her cheekbones, dragging across her lower lip so she sucked one into her mouth on a whimper.

Every touch triggered another violent wave of the Goddess Fall Touch.

Her cunt wept—hot, thick rivulets pouring from her entrance in rhythmic pulses, coating his cock in glossy strands, dripping down his balls in heavy ropes, pooling on the velvet chaise in a wide, glistening puddle that caught the morning light like liquid gold.

Her clit throbbed visibly—fat, dark-red, pulsing like a second heartbeat—brushing the underside of his shaft on every tiny, frantic roll of her hips, smearing pre-cum and her slick into a messy, shining film.

She couldn’t stop moving—slow, filthy grinds—trying to drag her swollen lips along his length, trying to coat him completely, trying to tempt him inside with every desperate circle.

“Phei—please—your cock—it’s so hot against me—so thick—please let me feel it—just slide it—please—”

He growled low—raw, possessive, almost pained—hands tightening on her ass cheeks, spreading her wider so her dripping pussy kissed the head of his cock again, swollen lips parting around the blunt crown without letting him sink in, just enough for her entrance to flutter and kiss the slit at his tip.

“Not yet, teacher,” he rasped against her throat, voice wrecked with restraint.

He kissed down her chest—slow, open-mouthed trail—tongue flicking one stiff nipple, circling it in wet, teasing laps, then sucking it deep into his mouth until it throbbed dark and wet against his tongue.

He moved to the other—same slow suction—until both nipples stood swollen and glistening, aching from his attention.

Her hips bucked—ass rippling, cheeks jiggling under his hands—another hot flood of slick pouring out, soaking his shaft, dripping in thick ropes down his balls and onto the chaise below.

“More—please—your mouth—your hands—don’t stop touching me—I need it—I need you—”

He kissed lower—sternum, ribs, navel—tongue dipping into the shallow hollow, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with the sweet musk of her arousal while his hands roamed everywhere: squeezing her ass deep enough to leave fresh fingerprints, tracing her spine in long, possessive drags, cupping her breasts again, thumbs circling her nipples in slow, maddening spirals that made her sob louder.

Every touch made her wetter—slick gushing in rhythmic, helpless pulses—coating his cock, his thighs, the chaise—dripping onto the marble floor in a wide, glistening puddle that reflected the golden light like a mirror of her surrender.

She sobbed—continuous, pleading—hips rolling faster, ass bouncing softly against his lap, thighs quaking as she tried to tempt him inside with every filthy grind.

“Please—Phei—please—I’m so wet—dripping everywhere—your hands are making me leak—please—just the tip—please—I need you inside me—”

He lifted her higher—hands under her ass, spreading her wide—until her swollen clit kissed the head of his cock again, fat pearl grinding hard against the slit, smearing pre-cum and her slick into a glossy, filthy mess.

She moaned—loud, broken—hips circling frantically, grinding her clit against his tip in desperate little figure-eights.

“Feel that?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “That’s how hard you make me.”

He lowered her just enough for his lips to reach her throat again—sucking, licking, biting gently—while his hands worshipped every inch of her: kneading her ass deep and slow, squeezing her breasts until they overflowed his palms, tracing her ribs, thumbs brushing her nipples, fingertips dragging down her spine in long, claiming strokes.

She was shaking—full-body tremors—ass cheeks rippling under his palms, pussy gushing in hot, endless waves, soaking everything between them in thick, glossy rivers.

“Phei—please—kiss me—everywhere—don’t stop—your hands—your mouth—I can’t—I need you—please—”

He kissed her mouth again—slow, deep, filthy—tongue sliding against hers in possessive strokes while his hands roamed, worshipped, claimed every trembling inch of her.

Just slow, endless, reverent touching—his hands on her skin, her moans filling the room like music, her dripping cunt grinding desperately against his bare cock, swollen lips clinging and sliding, clit throbbing and pulsing, begging without words for what was coming next.