Sinful Submission

7 ~ His Intense Training.

{INTENSE EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD!!!}

RYDER

Miss Alessia reached out and rubbed my p***s with her left hand, forcing me to moan softly, slightly groaning too.

I moved my waist non-stop towards her so she could do the right thing. She understood the message but decided to punish me by ignoring the signs I gave her but what could I do?

Nothing!

I kept grinding my waist and moaning till my eyes were almost red. I felt I should have cummed but I didn't. The pleasure just kept building up and up. I shut my eyes severally as I tried to hasten my release but it was of no use.

Speaking of a real slut, Miss Alessia is one.

She pressed the top of my p***s and luckily, she earned a groan from me again.

“Oh… oh… Is she some type of hungry lion?” The angel inside me asked concerned about my well-being.

“She’s your destruction wrapped in a slit. f**k her, and you’ll never c*m right again.” The monster who was my partner in crime cooed.

“It's big. Very big. I can't believe I'm holding a c**k so big.” She said as she threw her head backward with a smile on her face. “Freaky f*****g Daddy… this monster’s gotta be at least nine inches, right? Thick enough to rearrange my insides?”

“Freaky Daddy? You're done for. She knows what Bianca calls you. Good luck, Ryder.” My inner voice said rhythmically before it disappeared leaving me tied to my fate in the confines of my Biology lecturer.

“No! It's ten inches long and four inches fat.” I boasted.

No. I did not boast. I just told her the real size. Also, she needs to know that it will grow much bigger as time passes.

She pressed the tip of my p***s again, earning another groan from me.

“God,” I muttered, my jaw clenched, my hips twitching.

Her touch was slow. Lazy and cruel.

“Look at you… already this hard? Pathetic. You’ve been craving my touch like a caged animal.”

I groaned as she stroked again—slow from the base, all the way up to the tip. Her thumb circled the head. I twitched.

“You feel that?” She smirked. “That pulse? That’s mine.”

She leaned in, her breath hot against my throat.

“I could make you c*m just like this… without even putting my mouth on you.”

Her hand moved faster. Not fast enough to finish me, just enough to torture me.

“You want it, don’t you? That pretty mouth you keep staring at.” Her fingers tightened, dragging along the length of me. “You imagine me moaning on your c**k every time I open my mouth in class. Don’t f*****g lie. I’ve seen your eyes.”

I said nothing.

She licked her lips. f**k.

Then she knelt and pushed me down to the couch.

Right in front of me.

On her knees like a goddess disguised as a demon.

Her tongue slid over the tip, collecting precum like it was candy. She moaned like she had tasted something forbidden. “Mm. Salty.” She looked up at me, her eyes glassy, wicked. “I like it.”

And then her lips parted and she sank her mouth over my p***s.

“f**k… Alessia…” My head hit the back of the couch.

She sucked hard and deep like she was starving.

Her hand stroked the area her mouth couldn’t reach. Her spit coated everything. Warm. Wet. Loud.

“That mess you hear? That’s your c**k abusing my throat like it owns it.” She said, pulling off just long enough to stroke me hard and fast.

Then she went back down. Deeper this time.

Her throat clenched around the tip and I lost it. My hands flew to her hair, grabbing a fistful.

But she didn’t stop.

She f*****g moaned around my p***s like she wanted me to drown her in it.

“Mmm. You twitch so good in my mouth, baby. You're close, aren’t you?”

Her mouth popped off with a wet suck and she jerked me with both hands, up and down.

“Say it. Say no w***e’s ever ruined your c**k like I just did or I’ll suck you until you cry.” She whispered.

I choked out, “You do. f**k… you do.”

She giggled, her lips swollen and dripping. “This thick c**k was f*****g handcrafted to live in my throat.”

And then she swallowed me again—fast, messy, and unforgiving—like she was dragging the orgasm out of me with every inch of her throat.

I was close. So close.

Her lips were soaked. Her mouth glided over my p***s like she had been trained in hell to wreck men for fun.

Spit dripped from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and soaking into her cleavage. And she smiled with my p***s still buried halfway down her throat.

My thighs tensed. My hips jerked.

“Alessia… f**k… don’t stop.”

She moaned in response, the vibrations rippling straight down my p***s. She gripped the base tighter, stroking what her throat didn’t swallow.

My balls clenched hard.

“I can feel it,” she breathed, pulling off with a wet pop. Her hand moved faster now—her fist slick, pumping me hard. “That thick f*****g load. You’re gonna c*m, aren’t you?”

She looked up at me with those sinful eyes, her tongue flicking across the tip, teasing me.

“c*m for me, Ryder. Drown me in it. I want it leaking down my throat, staining my t**s, dripping off my chin like I was born to swallow you.”

My stomach clenched. My toes curled.

“Say my f*****g name. Let me hear what it sounds like when you surrender everything with your cock.”

I gasped it out… “Alessia… f**k… Alessia!”

And then I came hard.

My vision blurred. My whole body jerked as the first spurt hit her tongue. She groaned, sucking it down like honey.

“f**k yes…” She moaned, never stopping her hand. Stroke after stroke, milking me, coaxing every last drop.

My knees nearly gave out.

She didn’t pull away. She sucked the tip while her hand stroked slowly, deliberately, and dirty. A chill ran up my spine.

“You taste like everything I’ve been waiting for,” she whispered, licking the slit like she was savoring dessert. “I should lock you in my bed and milk you every morning like my personal s*x fountain.”

I was panting. Boneless. Mindless.

She looked up, licking her lips, my c*m glistening at the edge of her mouth.

“Look at you… trembling like a used toy. What’s the matter, baby? Need Mommy to keep using you till you pass out?”

I couldn’t speak.

My p***s was already twitching again in her palm. And I want to be burned in her heat next irrespective of the consequence.

And I will do nothing but to destroy it despite the fears I have in me that she wants something far other than my body.

And I will f**k her till she whispers every secret in her mind.