Chapter Eight
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It was morning, and I had to go to work. I sat up fully on the bed, my eyes falling on Lucas who was sleeping soundly beside me.
He was naked; after sēx last night we didn’t have the strength to clean up, so we slept naked. I could even still feel the sticky aftereffect of last night.
My gaze lingered as I watched his chest rise and fall, his hair messy across his handsome face.
I should probably feel guilty toward my late husband, but alas... I don't feel that anymore. I will have sēx with Lucas over and over again in the near future, without an ounce of remorse.
After last night, I had come to the agreement that sēx isn’t something I should feel guilty about. Edward died five years ago; it’s only natural that I take another lover.
And so what if he is younger and in his early twenties.
My eyes trailed Lucas's body, gulping at the sight of his sculpted chest. I pressed my legs together. I have work... I shouldn’t—
Fück! His c**k.
So early in the morning and his c**k was fully erect, pointing upward in all its glory.
I let out a shaky breath, knowing fully well I shouldn’t. If I gave in to my desires, I could end up being late for classes.
But then again, my eyes traveled to the clock on the wall. It was just 5 a.m. Surely I still had time.
My eyes went back to his c**k; my throat felt itchy now. I... uhm...
Before I could decide, my hands reached out for it. I went down on my knees and slowly wrapped my fingers around his length.
I shifted closer, letting my free hand rest flat on his lower belly. I stroked him slowly at first, but I wanted more... I wanted to taste him.
I licked my lips greedily, my heart thudding at the prospect of what I was about to do.
I had never done this before, not to anyone... not even Edward. But I’d always wondered what it would taste like, feel like inside my mouth.
Swallowing nervously, I leaned down slowly and, just above his c**k, stuck out my tongue, then tasted the pink head of his manhood.
Suddenly, I felt daring, like an empowered woman. I wanted more... more of that feeling.
I brushed my lips against his c**k head, swirling my tongue around slowly. It was warm, soft, and the feeling made me wet.
My tongue traced every curve, sliding over the warmth, feeding on its texture.
I felt him stir, but that was it.
The fact he was fully asleep while I explored his c**k made me feel even hotter, like some badass.
Heat pooled in my stomach as I leaned closer, lips just above his c**k. I took a slow shuddering breath and eased his shaft into my mouth, inch by inch. The tip pressed against the back of my throat, stretching me, making me gag softly.
God… he is so big.
I forced myself to take him further, causing me to gag heavily, spits drooling out of my lips.
"Take it, you can," I heard him murmur. My eyes went to his face, and Lucas was awake.
I had this feeling to make him proud, so I returned all my focus to his rigid length and took him further in, stretching my throat around him.
"Hk!" I coughed, pulling back a fraction, drool pooling at my lips.
Lucas growled impatiently. His hand pressed against my hair, forcing me down, and he drove his shāft into my mouth, filling me with every inch.
“Mmhhk—!" I coughed out loudly, spits drooling from my mouth.
"Relax..." he whispered, and I did. I calmed myself down, welcoming the discomfort, my mouth tightly latched around his member.
After a few seconds of no movement, he said, "Now move slowly, up and down... Come on, be a good cōcksucker."
The need to impress him rose, to be his bìtch and not some older woman, I adjusted and started moving my lips up and down his shaft slowly.
It wasn’t perfect. My throat felt sore, throbbing with each movement, tiny coughs escaping whenever I went too deep. But that didn’t stop me. I moved faster, bobbing my head as my spit coated his beautiful dìck.
With every second... I adjusted, moving with more confidence.
I made sure his c**k hit the back of my throat with every movement I made while I juggled his balls between my fingers.
Fück, I feel like a b***h. A dripping b***h.
"Fück… yes… oh…” Lucas pressed his hips harder into my mouth, giving me more of him. "You love my c**k, don't you?"
I stared at him with hungry eyes. "Yes... mmh... I do."
Taking my mouth off his c**k, I stuck out my tongue and let it roam hungrily, tracing every inch of his glorious shāft.
From the tip of his c**k to his bālls, tasting every inch thoroughly.
“Ohhh… God, yes…” I groaned shamelessly, letting my lips and tongue work together, letting the taste and feel consume me. My hands gripped his hips tighter, steadying him as I explored him fully, unable to stop, wanting every inch on my tongue.
I pressed my lips hard against him, my tongue flicking and sliding up and down his shāft.
After hungrily licking every inch, my attention shifted lower. My fingers traced down to his bālls, cupping them carefully at first.
“Ohhh… so perfect…” I moaned, sucking his bālls slowly.
"s**t! Professor," Lucas vibrated.
I felt his c**k tighten in my hand, and because I had never tasted cūm before, I decided to make him cūm with my hand.
I sucked his bālls passionately while my hand pumped his c**k, his precūm making it easier to move up and down its length.
"I want to cūm in your mouth, prof," Lucas said.
And I froze.
"Come on, take my c**k in your mouth." He raised his hips, his hand tugging on my hair.
"I..." The words hung in my throat. I wanted to act righteous, not a complete slūt.
But I had always wanted to taste sperm. I never did that with my husband. My eyes gazed at the pink head oozing with precūm.
"Come on, prof, I need to cūm in your mouth." He groaned impatiently, "You started this, so finish it."
He was right.
I covered his c**k with my lips once more. Knowing already what would get him on the edge, I swirled my tongue on the pink head, then dipped my tongue into its hole, tasting his precūm.
"f**k–!" Lucas moaned, his hold on my hair tightening.
I went faster, bobbing my head up and down his length. My lips hurt, but I didn’t stop. My p***y quivered, and I shoved two fingers in, desiring to c*m with him.
"Hmm... Yesss...." I moaned, sūcking and tasting him faster, pumping the base harder. I was doing everything—licking, swirling, rolling, pumping... anything.
And he snapped, streams of cūm shooting deep into my mouth. Even while the taste felt strange, I loved it.
My fingers repeatedly thrust into my wet p***y faster, thighs shaking, as I sūcked every drop of his cūm while bringing myself to orgāsm.
He collapsed slightly, chest heaving, half-limp but still hard. I pulled back slowly, wiping off.
I sat on the bed, trying to catch my breath, feeling proud and naughty for what I had just done.
Then slowly, I rose from the bed, weakly walking to the bathroom. I would love to bask more in the pleasure, but I had work.
I walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and the first wave of water hit me. Steam curled around my shoulders as the warmth slid down my back, down my legs, washing away the sweat and sticky traces of last night. I shivered as it hit my chest, goosebumps rising, my skin wet and sensitive.
While enjoying the feel of the water, I heard the bathroom door open.
I turned to see Lucas walk in. "I'm not done with you, prof," he said, then stood behind me, his c**k pressing into my āss.
I swallowed, wetness pooling at the thought. "Wha... what?"
"My c**k still wants your püssy," he whispered, hands cupping my brēasts, his fingers tugging on my plump tìts.
"Luc... I have work."
"Good. I will fück you so hard your cünt will be dripping with my cūm while you teach your students." He shoved me against the wall. My brēasts flattened against its surface, nipplēs brushing against the cold, hard tiles.
"The ache in your püssy will remind you of me all day." He kissed down my shoulder blade, gripping my āss.
"Luc—Ahhhh!" He shoved in, hitting my walls in one filthy thrust. My hands shot up, fingers pressing into the cold, slippery surface as I tried to steady myself.
He bent slightly, hands gripping my waist, and started to move inside me—slamming deep, dragging my ass to meet him halfway.
"Ohhhhhhh." My moans spilled out, and I pressed back instinctively, hips meeting his thrusts.
My nipplēs scraped lightly against the wall, each contact sending shivers through me.
He didn’t stop. Thrūst after thrūst slammed into me, hips grinding, pushing deep. My nipplēs brushed the smooth tile, stimulating me more.
The water ran over us, mixing with sweat and heat. "So... good. So fücking good..." he groaned, gripping my āss.
Every thrust made me arch, chest pressing into the cold tiles, fingers straining against the surface, while I pushed back, wanting him deeper and faster.
His palm clasped over mine, fingers entwined with mine. "I'm cūmming, prof."
"Me– ah! Me too," I screamed, "Oh God... Ohhh yesss."
My thighs quivered, body trembling as we chased our orgāsms.
I came first, body vibrating, and so did he. He groaned roughly, pressing me flush against the tiles as we rode out our clìmax.
Every push made my püssy spill, our mōans mixing. "Ohhhh—yes! Hmmm..."
I felt him shudder through me, muscles tensing, and finally, he stilled. So did I, orgāsms washing over me.
His c**k rested limply on my āss, body still pressed to mine.
We stood in silence, breathing heavily, water pouring over us, mixing with sweat and spent desire. Then he turned me around, and we stepped fully under the shower, our bodies sticky.
Hot water ran over us, my hands pressed into his shoulders as he ran his hand down my back, rinsing us both.
I leaned against him, my chest pressed to his, rinsing slowly... savoring in the afterglow.
******
It was 3 p.m., and I had my last class of the day.
"Looking good, Professor," Nancy, one of my students, winked at me, and I smiled.
I had been getting compliments like that all day, and colleagues seemed more interested in me than ever before.
This morning, I had decided to wear a dress that hugged the curves of my body. I don’t know… I just wanted to feel sexy.
But of course, every part of my body was fully covered.
Normally, I would tie my hair into a bun, but today I didn’t. I let it fall freely down my shoulders.
Edward had always said he loved my hair down, and when he died… I stopped letting it down.
But today, I had never felt more excited.
I walked into the hall. Students were already seated, and some were still walking in.
"Thank you, Hope," I said to a student who had offered to carry my teaching materials and bag as she dropped them on the desk.
"Please settle down, and if you’re just coming in, take a seat," I yelled. The noise died down immediately, and the students walking in quickly ran to empty seats.
But then a familiar face walked in— a face that drained all the color from my face.
Lucas.
Lucas, the guy who had fücked me in a public bathroom, in my own garage, and in my bed.
The guy who had made me ride him while he pinched my tìts and slapped my āss.
The guy I had my lips tightly sealed around his c**k, and the very one who fücked me in my bathroom until I screamed and came on it.
He... He was my student!
What the fück?
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