Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 34: Milf Curriculum: Extra Credit With Miss Kelly 1 [+R18]

Chapter 34: Milf Curriculum: Extra Credit With Miss Kelly 1 [+R18]

Liam sat on the edge of the couch, the cold glass of apple juice forgotten. The air in the room was thick, charged with the kind of static that makes the hair on your arms stand up.

"Lesson’s finished... but you’re not done yet. Time to earn some extra credit," Miss Kelly whispered. Her voice had lost that sharp, academic edge. Now, it was a low, hungry rasp that made Liam’s stomach flip.

He didn’t answer.

He couldn’t. His eyes were locked onto the huge lemons hanging right in front of his face.

They were massive, pale, heavy mounds of flesh that seemed to defy the silk of her robe.

He could see the faint blue veins beneath her skin, branching out toward the wide, deep-pink nipples.

"Okay, ma’am," Liam teased, pitching his voice to mimic the respectful tone he used in the lecture hall.

He didn’t wait for a response.

He leaned forward and buried his face in that deep valley of cleavage.

The scent of her, lavender soap and the raw, musky smell of a woman who was already soaked—filled his lungs. He caught one nipple, a pebble-hard point, and drew it into his mouth.

*Slurp*

He swirled his tongue around the tip, suckling firmly while his large hand caught the other breast.

It was so heavy he had to use his whole palm to support the weight.

He squeezed, the soft flesh spilling between his fingers like warm dough.

Buzz. Buzz.

His phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.

The sound was jarring in the quiet apartment. Liam ignored it, his teeth grazing the side of her nipple.

"Liam," Miss Kelly breathed, her head lolling back as he worked her over. "Aren’t you... aren’t you going to pick that up?"

Liam pulled his mouth away, a thin string of saliva connecting his lips to her wet, glistening nipple.

His hand didn’t stop squeezing, though.

He kneaded her mound, watching the way her pale skin turned a mottled, sunset pink under his touch.

"That’s not necessary," he ground out, barely able to concentrate. All he could think about was how warm she felt, how close she was.

"It might be the store," she murmured, her eyes half-closed. "They might be wondering why their delivery boy isn’t back yet."

"Screw the store," Liam shot back with a smirk. "I’m busy. I can’t afford to miss out on this extra credit.""

A small, genuine laugh escaped her. "Hm... that’s why you’re in the top ten of my best students."

Liam went back for more, his tongue darting out to lick the underside of the heavy curve before taking the whole tip back into his mouth.

He was suckling like his life depended on it, his hand roughly massaging the other breast, feeling the way the solid weight of it swayed with every movement.

Suddenly, Kelly’s hands were on his shoulders. She didn’t push him, but she backed away slowly, drawing her breasts out of his mouth like a mother removing a bottle from a fussy infant.

"If that’s the case," she said, her breathing ragged, "I can’t make it easy for you. I might be known as a bad lecturer for making things too simple for my students."

She turned and began to walk toward the chrome pole they had just installed.

Every step was a slow, deliberate swaying of her wide hips.

Halfway there, she reached for the silk belt of her robe. With a flick of her wrist, the knot came undone.

The blue silk slid off her shoulders, hitting the hardwood floor with a soft hiss.

She stood there, completely bare.

From the back, her ass was a massive, pale heart-shape that made Liam’s throat go dry.

He started to stand up, his jeans straining against the thick, pulsing length of his cock.

He thought the show was over and the main event was starting.

"Don’t move," she commanded.

It wasn’t a suggestion. It was the voice she used to silence a hundred students in a lecture hall.

Liam froze, half-standing, before slowly sinking back onto the couch. His heart was hammering against his ribs.

"I did tell you I was going to make it hard for you," Miss Kelly said, glancing over her shoulder at him. She calmly bit the tip of one finger, her eyes dark with a mix of mischief and pure lust. "Now stay there and watch me till I ask you to come get me."

She stepped to the pole, wrapping one pale, thick leg around the chrome.

She began to dance not exactly like a professional, but like a woman who knew exactly what her body did to men. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

She moved in slow, grinding circles, her breasts swinging like heavy pendulums, the weight of them pulling at the skin of her chest.

’She’s doing this on purpose,’ he thought. ’She wants to see me break.’

Miss Miss Kelly was watching him, her eyes glazed. She had wanted to tease him, but the sight of Liam sitting there, radiating raw energy, was making her own core throb.

Liam watched her from the couch for another agonizing minute, his eyes tracking every sway of her breasts as she moved around the pole.

He was vibrating with a need so intense it felt like a physical weight on his chest.

Kelly, however, was reaching her own breaking point.

She could still see the predatory hunger in Liam’s gaze, and it was fueling a fire between her legs that she couldn’t extinguish with a dance any longer.

She wanted to feel that thickness again. She wanted to be leveled.

"Liam," she whispered, her voice dropping into that low, smoky register. She hooked a finger, beckoning him. "Come to the front of the class."

Liam exploded off the couch.

He yanked his shirt over his head and kicked his jeans to his ankles. His cock sprang free, thick and angry, pulsing with every beat of his heart.

Miss Kelly’s breath hitched. Her mouth fell open as she took in the sight of him. ’My God,’ she thought, her eyes wide. ’It’s definitely bigger than before.’

Liam closed the distance in two strides, his large hands framing her face as he crushed his mouth against hers. It was a wet, sloppy collision of tongues and teeth.

Miss Kelly’s back hit the chrome pole with a soft clink, the cold metal a sharp contrast to the furnace-like heat of Liam’s body.

She moaned, raising one thick, pale leg to hook it around his hip, pulling his hardness flush against her soaking entrance.

"I can’t wait anymore," Liam rasped against her lips. "I’m going in."

Miss Kelly just nodded, her eyes glazed. "Do it. Please."

Liam gripped her hips, his thumbs sinking into the soft, flushed flesh, and guided himself to her. He pushed forward, a slow, grueling slide that felt like it would never end.

*Squelch*

"Ah! Liam!" she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He was inside, buried to the root.

From their last hot, breathless session, he’d learned one crucial thing don’t just thrust mindlessly. Miss Kelly had made it clear, movement mattered more than speed.

He didn’t waste time.